He finally lowered his head and a spiral of heat unfurled from her belly as his mouth covered her nipple, and his fingers played over her other breast.
“Jason,” she moaned, needing him closer. Her fingers invaded his hair, latched onto his scalp, and brought his mouth harder against her breast. Liquid heat sizzled between her thighs. The attention he gave her breasts shot straight down to her core.
He bit gently at the tightened peaks of her breasts, one after the other, and then eased the sting with his tongue, driving her need higher. She shivered as his hand splayed over her abdomen and drifted down to slip a finger between her wet folds. Finally, he teased her clit, traveled around the needy bud in frustrating, sublime circles.
“You’re so wet,” Jason growled against her breast. His mouth moved down her belly. “I have to taste you.”
Hope had never had a man go down on her before, and her pussy quivered with anticipation. He’d startled her when he’d talked about tasting her. She wasn’t totally naïve, and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t heard women talk, but she had just started to understand real carnal need for herself. Apparently, firsthand experience was way different from learning clinically.
This is Jason, the man I’ve fantasized about since I was eighteen.
But this was better than any fantasy. He was hot, he was hard, and he was here. He parted her thighs with his broad shoulders and flicked his tongue over her lower abdomen lazily.
“Jason, please,” she begged. Her hands tightened on his scalp and she tried to push his mouth down to where she really needed it as her body squirmed.
He moved, and the first touch of his tongue on the sensitive flesh between her thighs nearly made Hope go through the ceiling. Jason didn’t just taste her; he feasted and groaned into her pussy as if he consumed a delicious forbidden fruit. Hope’s body caught fire, and her back arched off the carpet in ecstasy. “Yes,” she hissed as his tongue rolled over her clit, back and forth, and then circled the pulsating nub until she thought she’d go insane. “Oh, God. So good. So good,” she whimpered. Her back eased down so she could lift her hips in a plea for relief from the heat that engulfed her, overwhelmed her.
Hope’s head thrashed on the carpet; her body quivered as Jason caught her clit between his teeth lightly and increased the speed and pressure of the strokes of his tongue.
“Oh, God. Jason. I can’t stand this,” she keened as white-hot waves of heat exploded from her belly and pulsated to her core. Her climax hit her hard and rocked her body as she moaned, “Jason, Jason.”
Her body went limp, spent, as she panted for air, her body slick with sweat. She released her death grip on his hair and let her hands drop to the side of her head.
Dear God. What Jason had done to her body left her stripped bare and feeling vulnerable. It had been breathtaking, but almost alarming. She had relinquished complete control of her body to him, and he’d pleasured her like it was his only mission in life. His strong-willed intensity had been too powerful to resist.
He crawled up her body. His big, powerful form trapped her beneath him. Jason had a muscular, sculpted body that had made her breath hitch as he’d pulled off his sweatshirt.
Jason kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips. Her flavor mingled with his, and her core clenched with a need so overwhelming that she moaned into his mouth.
He pulled his mouth away from hers with a strangled groan; he went to his knees between her legs to yank at the buttons of his jeans. Hope watched his muscles flex; his abdomen and chest was exquisitely chiseled, perfectly defined.
“You’re beautiful,” Hope told him reverently. “I want to touch you.” She sat up and eased his hands away from his jeans. “Let me do it.” She wanted her hands and lips all over his golden skin.
“I’m not beautiful,” he grunted. “And if you touch me, I’ll lose control.”
Hope wanted to see that. She wanted to see this gorgeous man splinter and come apart like she had just done. Her hands wandered over his biceps and to his chest. She savored the feel of his warm skin over hard muscle beneath her fingertips as she explored his six-pack abs. She buried her face against his chest and inhaled. His scent intoxicated her. Her tongue flicked out; she tasted his skin, laving one of his nipples as she fumbled with the buttons on his jeans. Regrettably, she had to move back to pop the rest of the buttons. “Stand,” she requested huskily, needing to pull the jeans from his body.
Jason got up and Hope went to her knees. She lowered the denim that covered his lower body and took a pair of black briefs along with them. The breath left her lungs in a whoosh of astonishment as his cock sprang free.