Page 89 of Next Time I Fall (Excess All Areas 2)

He reached over to the bedside table for the box of condoms she’d picked up when she’d done her grocery shop during the week and pulled one out.

“Here,” he said. “Put it on while I catch another couple of minutes’ sleep.”

“Are you serio—”

“Kidding, Cerys.” Jase chuckled. He looked down between them as he slid the condom over Little Jase. And dear God, she needed coffee because there was no way she was falling into the trap of calling his penis anything other than awe-inspiring. “Come here.” Jase rolled onto his back and lifted her across his lap. With his large hand, he pushed her hair back from her face. “Kiss me.”

Cerys leaned forward and did as he instructed. His arms wrapped around her, holding her firmly. His hands roamed her shoulders, threaded through her hair. She could kiss him forever.

He reached between them and guided himself into her, a steady push, stretching her, then easing back, until he was fully seated deep within her.

A moan caught in the back of her throat as his lips savaged hers.

Jase let out a groan. “Love being inside you,” he muttered as he began to move. Hands gripped her in place, as his hips thrust up into her.

Cerys lifted up, moving her hair from her face, not giving a shit if it looked like a family of magpies had taken up residence in it, or if her boobs bounced too much. Instead, she gave in to the look on Jase’s face that said he wanted her as much as she wanted him. She gave in to the sensations that grew inside her as he let go of one hip and brushed a hand across her breast.

When he pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger, she felt everything south of her belly button tighten in anticipation of release.

When the same thumb ran across her bottom lip, she bit it gently before sucking on it.

“Babe,” Jase groaned. “Fucking unexpected.”

Cerys guided his thumb to her clit, and he grinned. “Not getting what you need?” he asked.

“I will if you keep that pressure up. I find it hard to get off on top.”

In a heartbeat, Jase had pulled her into his arms and rolled them over. “I meant what I said the other night. If you aren’t getting what you need from me, you just have to tell me.”

She cupped his cheeks. “I liked it. Don’t worry. Just, we don’t have all day to play around.”

Jase grinned and began to move again. “So, what’s your fast fuck, guaranteed to come, position?”

Cerys felt her skin mottle with embarrassment at the question, but it was a genuine one, so she answered it honestly. “Move up my body a little higher, and then reach down and grab behind my knee and pull it up tightly by your side.”

Jase did what she asked without hesitation. “Like this?” he asked.

“Yes,” she let out on a gasp. “Just like that.”

“Slower or faster?”

“Faster.”

She grabbed his face, pulled his mouth to hers for a soul-destroying kiss as he thrust powerfully into her. Her pulse raced in her throat. That he wanted to do what worked for her melted her heart.

“Fuck, Cerys. I’m getting close. Are you with me?”

“Yes. I’m nearly there.”

Closing her eyes, she focused on the sensation of his dick drawing back her lips as he surged into her. How he reached that place inside that made her squirm with pleasure. She focused on the way Jase smelled of musk and morning and faded cologne. The warmth of his body pressed up against hers. The way he held her body for his use and their pleasure.

The orgasm unfurled deep within her, like a butterfly opening its wings for the first time. A light flutter that transformed into the mighty whoosh of wings. “Jase,” she cried, as she raced over the edge.

She opened her eyes in time to see him strain with his own orgasm. To see the corded veins in his neck stand out as he tipped his head back and groaned.

“Morning,” he muttered breathlessly as he settled his head on the pillow next to her.

“Morning,” she said, cradling him in her arms, slowly running her fingers through his hair.

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