“That’s the last of it,” he says, wiping his hands on the towel.
“Thank you. I could have done it myself, but you made it much easier.”
His pupils darken, and he steps closer. He sets his hands on my hips, and I place mine on his arms. “When a woman makes you dinner, the least you can do is thank her.” His voice is husky and low. It draws me closer, and I rise to my toes.
“You did thank me,” I whisper against his lips.
Jason closes the gap, and my mouth opens immediately. I welcome him in, eager for the sweet assault to come.
I run my hands up his arm until my fingers find his hair. It’s soft and a bit long in the back. I press him closer, and his arms band around my waist. I can make out his hard length with our bodies pressed together, and I moan. Releasing his head, my hands roam over him, and I reacquaint myself with his body, wishing there was less in the way.
We’re still standing in the middle of my kitchen. A little part of me fears he’ll stop us on account of not rushing things. I don’t want that. Carefully, I tug on his shirt until I free it from his pants, and he pulls back.
Jason’s eyes are glazed with desire, and it’s the best they’ve ever looked. I give him a shy smile and pepper kisses along his jaw and down his neck. I taste every inch of skin I can reach, and his hands glide over my top.
My nerves settle when he doesn’t stop us. He kisses my neck, and I shiver immediately. My nipples harden with arousal, begging for his touch. I slide my hands to his chest and pop open one button and then the other before opening the undone shirt.
Forcing my heavy lids open, I stare at the skin I’ve exposed. I push the shirt over his shoulders, and it slides to the floor when he lowers his arms. Raking my fingernails along his skin, I watch his muscles tighten.
Before I can press my lips to him, Jason finds the hem to my blouse and whips it over my head. One hand slides to my back, and my bra loosens the moment he unclasps it. Topless, I’m tempted to cover my breasts, but the way he licks his lips and devours me with his gaze roots me to the spot.
“Better than I remember,” he mutters and runs his thumbs across the tips.
Heat shoots to my sex, and I clamp my thighs together at my rush of need. Jason takes one nipple and then the other into his mouth. It’s warm and wet, his teeth grazing it in teasing motions. I hold onto his arms when I begin to sway, my knees shaking.
“Feels so good,” I mutter.
The feel of my slacks and panties sliding over my hips jolts me. Lost in his touch, I didn’t notice when he unbuttoned my pants. He releases one nipple with a pop, and glances down toward what he’s exposed.
Kneeling at my feet, he removes the last of my clothes. “I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he says, and I shiver at his words. “Are you cold?”
“No,” I say hoarsely.
He runs his hands up my legs, and goose bumps cover my skin. “Talk to me, sweetheart…”
I bite my lip, nervous to say what’s on my mind.
“If you don’t, I might think you don’t want this as much as I do.”
I shake my head. That’s not even close to reality, but I struggle with admitting the truth. “I—no—ugh—you have too many clothes on.” I blurt the last bit, and he grins.
Jason rises to his feet. “Want to do something about it?”
I giggle and answer him without words. After two tries, I have the button through its hole and lower the zipper. I cup him and squeeze lightly, watching his eyes flutter at my touch. Once I slide my hands under the waistband of his pants and underwear, I repeat what he did. Except, when his feet are free of the material, I don’t rise. I trail my hands up his legs and stare at his length. Licking my lips, I’m desperate to taste him.
This is Jason. We’ve had sex. He’s done everything right every step of the way.
My tongue flicks over the round head, and I grab his ass. I take his length into my mouth inch by inch and tease us both with every lick, sucking and caressing him until he cups my shoulders and pulls me back.
Without a word, I’m lifted off the ground and he places me on the edge of the counter. “My turn.”
His face disappears between my legs, and my head falls back against the cabinet with a clamor. I have no idea if he’s looked up. Frankly I don’t care as long as his tongue continues its magic.
Jason pinches my nipple and teases my clit, bringing me straight to the edge. My hips buck a little, needing that extra bit. He pushes a finger inside me, and I’m done. I cry out, tremors of bliss wracking my womb.
When he doesn’t stop his sweet torture, I tip my chin down and meet his gaze. A second digit slides into me, and I gasp. Whatever he’s doing curls my toes. His mouth wraps around a nipple, and his hand performs magic.
Mouth ajar, I whimper when he coaxes another climax from me. My chest rises and falls, sucking in all the breath I can. “Wow,” I choke out. My eyes drop to his dick. Its red and angry, desperate for its turn. I reach to wrap my hand around it, but Jason takes a hold of my wrist.
