Change of Hart(65)

I looked up at her and smiled. “I take it it’s been a while for this?”

“I got a bikini wax just in case,” she said, the words rushing out of her mouth, laced with desire. I chuckled.

“Well, in that case,” I grabbed the waistband of her panties and started pulling them down her thighs, “I need to inspect what kind of job they did.”

I kept my eyes locked on hers as I pulled her panties off, then put them up to my nose and inhaled her scent. I didn’t care if it seemed weird because it just flat out turned me on. I promptly threw her panties over my shoulder, making her laugh. She gasped when I put my hands on her knees and spread her open to my gaze.

Damn. That was a beautiful sight. She was just perfect and I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned over and kissed her there like I would kiss her mouth . . . deeply and with a lot of tongue. And little nibbles here and there. Her hands immediately grabbed my hair. Between her taste, the noises she made, and her scratching my head with her nails, I thought I was gonna come before I even got inside her.

Before she could orgasm, I pulled away and slid two fingers inside her. Oral sex got her close, but I wasn’t going to miss out on seeing the look on her face when she finally came. I found the soft ridges inside her and began stroking them gently. When I moved my thumb to brush her clit, she started to spasm around my fingers. Her entire body arched off the table as she threw her head back and yelled my name, riding out the pleasure I had just given her.

I continued stroking her gently, being careful not to overdo it, knowing she was probably sensitive after the intensity of that orgasm.

It took a minute, but her body finally relaxed and she looked down at me.

“That was incredible,” she said with a dazed look on her face.

“And it’s not over yet,” I answered, pulling my fingers out from inside her and sticking them in my mouth to suck them dry. She tasted just as good as I knew she would. I quickly dropped my boxer briefs to the floor and sprung free.

“Wait!” she yelled, sitting up suddenly. “Don’t you want . . . you know,” she said shyly as she licked her lips and grabbed my shaft.

A half-hiss, half-chuckle left my mouth as I reached for the hem of my jersey, lifted it over her head, leaving her naked and sitting on my table.

Naked. And sitting on my table. Holy shit, I loved my life.

“Baby, look at me,” I said, reaching my hands up to cup her cheeks. “If you really want to do that, you can. But I really, really wanna take you on this table. I’m afraid if you start to suck on me, I’m not gonna make it that far. But it’s up to you. I want every part of this to be about you.” I kissed her softly to drive my point home. This wasn’t a mindless fuck for me. This was the woman I loved and me . . . expressing our feelings for each other.

And then Addison did something that shocked me.

She pulled away from me, laid down and grabbed the edge of the table above her head. She spread her legs wide and said, in the sultriest voice I had ever heard, “So then fuck me like you mean it.”

Holy.

Shit.

If I wasn’t so desperate to be inside her at that moment, I would have dropped to my knees in thanksgiving because this was my heaven.

Instead, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the table. I grabbed my shaft and placed it at her entrance, locking eyes with her the whole time.

“You ready?” I asked, knowing her answer would be yes. But I wanted to enjoy the anticipation just a little bit longer.

“I’m always ready for you,” she said with a smirk.

In one quick thrust, I was back inside of her and we groaned simultaneously. I watched her breasts sway as I thrust in and out of her, feeling her warmth envelop me. Nothing had ever felt like this before. Sex was one thing. But sex with the woman you love, there was nothing that could possibly compare.

“Jason,” she said, still holding on to the table above her. “Fuck me harder.”

I smiled as I grabbed her hips, thrusting into her at a furious pace. I could feel myself getting close, so I grabbed her hips one more time and lifted her ass off the table by about two inches, hitting her g-spot.

It worked. She tensed and began to spasm around me again, causing me to follow closely behind. I didn’t think I could have an orgasm as intense as the one I had last night. Apparently, I was wrong. I was quickly learning that it wasn’t the moment that had done it to me. It was the woman.

I laid my body over hers gently for several minutes as we both caught our breath. She ran her fingers through my hair and down my back. I could get used to this.

“Jason.”

“Mmmm,” I said sleepily. I could use a nap now.