In its place, there were small bites, and nails scraping against skin. His stubble scratched my face, his arms wrapped around my waist and then he was carrying me over to his bed in the corner of the room. It was still as unmade as it’d been the day before, but I liked that. I didn’t have to worry about messing it up even more.
My heart was beating so fast I was scared it’d break through my rib cage. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d felt this way, maybe with a past boyfriend, but I doubt I’d ever felt this rushed to feel someone else’s skin. Once his shirt was gone, I dragged my palms down over his chest and abs. He was a musician and his body reflected that with toned, sinuous muscles that weren’t as bulky as some of the men I’d been with before. But Jason could move; his hips had a mind of their own and the way he rolled against me made my mind splinter into two.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned as I felt his warm skin against mine.
“This can’t turn into something more,” he said, breaking the sound of our heavy breathing as he scooted down the bed to slip off my boots.
“The sex? Or us?” I asked.
He tugged off my jean shorts with half of the care that he’d shown my boots, leaving me in my black panties. His eyes raked over my thighs and stomach, and then he finally glanced up to my face.
“Us.”
I rolled my eyes. I didn’t give a shit what happened with us. Just because I was the girl didn’t mean I had to care what happened after we had sex. Cuddling? Who needs it? Talking? Overrated. This was going to happen and I was going to enjoy every second of it. And after? I couldn’t even think that far.
“Great. Can you stop talking now?” I asked with a grin as I gripped his biceps and pulled him back up so that his body covered mine.
He laughed and shook his head, obviously surprised by my response. But then his lips found mine again and his hips dug into me at the same time that his tongue slipped into my mouth. I think I orgasmed on the spot. He was so skilled and I hadn’t had a proper orgasm in far too long. My body was overly sensitive, ready to spring to life beneath his deft touch.
When he pulled his boxers off, he took my underwear and bra with them and we were left completely naked, staring at one another in awe. If there were time, I would have pushed him onto his back and sat atop him to get my fill of every single patch of skin. I wanted to know how he felt, take my time touching his biceps, his chest, his abs, his thighs.
But there was no time. I needed him.
He reached past me for a condom in his side drawer and I tried to ignore the fact that he could unroll that bad boy like he was competing in “Condom Application” on an Olympic level. This man had clearly had quite a lot of sex in his life and I was about to benefit from all that experience.
I had to hold back a squeal as he repositioned us in the center of the bed and parted my legs. Dear God, if you’re up there, please don’t let me pass out from excitement before he even gets it in.
Thankfully, God or whoever, definitely heard my prayers, because when Jason sank into me, I experienced heaven and let me tell you, it looks like a musician’s room. And it feels like Jason’s bed. And it smells like Jason’s body wash. And it tastes like his mouth over mine, dipping into me and making me whole.
I let him take the lead since I wasn’t actually able to use my brain for anything other than generating soft moans. His thumb found my most sensitive spot and I bit my lip, arching my neck off his pillow.
There’s a moment just before you orgasm when your toes curl and you know it’s coming. You can feel it rolling through you. It’d been so long for me, I wanted to prolong the agony, ride the anticipation for as long as possible— just feel the moment and realize I was three seconds away from the best orgasm of my life.
“I – can’t – even,” I said, unsure of where I was going with that sentence.
I never got the chance to find out because a second later, my body shook with uncontrollable pleasure as Jason brought me to an orgasm that seared my soul. I took his face between my hands and kissed him with every ounce of passion that he’d given me, and then I watched and listened as he finished after me. It was so sexy to behold, someone deriving pleasure from you, from the sheer act of being inside of you.
A moment later, when he was done, he collapsed onto my chest, breathing against my ear. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then he whispered a few words into my ear. His mouth tickled my skin, but I strained to hear what he was saying. The words were faint and I could hardly hear them, but I did. And I wasn’t sure I was meant to.
Loving you would be as easy as taking a breath