Page 82 of Next Time I Fall (Excess All Areas 2)

Harder.

Sucking deeper.

“Ah, fuck. Yes.” Jase sucked in a gulp of air. “Stop, turn around, give me your pussy.”

When she’d done as he’d asked, she pressed her lips to his dick again just as his tongue lapped her from front to back, and, dear God, if the move didn’t make her gasp. Previous lovers had been almost timid about the act. But with his hard probing tongue, focused on her clit, Jase devoured her.

Reciprocating was hard. Not because she didn’t want to, but because of the intensity of his actions and the effect it was having on her body. She cupped his balls as she sucked him, feeling his groan vibrate as he thrust his tongue inside her. With a knuckle, she rubbed the space behind his balls. “Ah, fuck, Cerys,” he gasped. “Yeah. Do that.”

She loved the shameless way he expressed himself. She’d never considered herself particularly shy when it came to sex, but Jase ... He just threw himself body and soul into it.

He slid a finger into her, then another, and Cerys rocked against him. “Oh, God,” she cried, letting Jase’s erection slip from her mouth. “I’m going to come.”

And she did. In a glorious explosion that made her tighten and release and gasp.

“I can totally feel that. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

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The feel of Cerys’s walls tightening around his fingers made his dick weep and his heart clench. He loved every sound she made, every movement she claimed when she came.

And now he wanted, no needed, to experience it around his cock.

He rubbed his hands around the cheeks of her arse, wondering what it would take to get her to let him fuck her there too. When he said he wanted to experience everything about her, he meant it.

He loved sex.

He loved fucking a woman.

He loved the give and the take.

But this, with Cerys. It passed into a fucking spiritual realm.

“I need a condom,” he said, tapping her arse so he could get to the bathroom and back to her wet warmth straight away.

Cerys flopped onto the bed, her breasts bouncing around as she did so.

Fuck.

Those breasts. Not huge. Shit. If he fucked them, he’d probably need some help from his own hands, but he wanted them more than if they’d been big. He placed his hands on either side of her head and kissed her.

“You taste like me,” he groaned.

“You taste like me. I like it.” She smiled at him. A proper fucking smile. A genuine one. No fake pouty lips, no pretence. Just her.

“Unexpected,” he muttered against her lips, before pushing off the bed to go to the bathroom.

When he turned on the light and stepped inside, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. After looking at his surly reflection for so many years, it was almost a surprise to see he was smiling. A genuine one, like Cerys’s.

Unexpected.

After finding his condoms, he put one on and took two more to put on the bedside table. Once wasn’t going to be enough.

“Ready, babe?”

Cerys slowly opened her legs, the only answer he needed. She was wet, from her orgasm, from his tongue. He’d given her that. He ran his hand over his jaw and realised he probably should have shaved before going to town on her like that. But she hadn’t complained.

He grinned as he crawled over her, placing kisses on her soft stomach, her ribs, the curve of her breast, the side of her neck. Hovering over her, he studied her face. Really studied it, taking it all in. The ice blue of her eyes, the flecks of green, the long dark lashes. The way her hair lay over the bedding, dishevelled in that sexy-as-fuck way. The splotchy flush across her chest, which told him he was doing everything right.

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