He does, moaning as my core clamps down on him in response.
My hand reaches blindly backwards, finding his cock and stroking with little finesse. It doesn’t matter. He still gaspsagainst my sex like he’s caught on the edge of rapture, redoubling his efforts until I cry out.
That beard tickles at my clit with each movement of his mouth across my core. My pussy clenches, demanding I replace his tongue with the scalding length currently weeping precum into my palm. My thighs tremble as he refocuses on my clit in firm, fast flicks that seem to ricochet through my body like lightning. When I might’ve lifted up under the intensity of the stimulation, his hands cup my ass, driving me down onto him.
I should scold him for it—I’m supposed to be in charge—but I let it slide because I’mso close. Jasper must sense it, because he doesn’t let up or change pace. He just continues those long, hard strumming laps against the bundle of nerves until light sears my bloodstream and I come with a cry that reverberates in the small room, drowning out the sound of the sea.
His strokes turn gentle, fingers releasing their death grip on my butt as I lift away to reveal his glistening mouth. I trace the seam of his swollen lips with my finger, then shimmy down his body until his cock is pressed against the sensitive, soaked flesh he was just tormenting.
Jasper’s eyelids flutter, and he lets out a shuddering breath as I rotate my hips. I can’t help it. I kiss him.
The eagerness with which our mouths move together has me rocking against him, and he whines against my lips. Each slick grind has him thrusting up to meet me, and if we don’t stop this, I’m pretty sure one or both of us is going to come before I even fuck him.
Magic, that would be a shame because I really, really want to feel him inside me.
Reaching down, I grip the base of his shaft and notch him at my entrance, watching as his head falls back.
“Beg,” I whisper against his throat, pressing a kiss to the hollow there before moving to nuzzle his ear.
He doesn’t hesitate. “Please, Mistress,” he breathes. “Please, I need you. I want—oh fuck.”
I sink down onto him, choking out a gasp at the sting. Maybe I should’ve insisted on more foreplay, but he begged so sweetly. The stretch is so intense, and it’s my turn to whimper slightly as gravity pulls me down another inch.
Jasper’s hands hover between us, like he wants to hold me, but isn’t sure where or how. Taking them in mine, I raise his palms to my breasts, breathing out a sigh of relief as the distraction of him massaging the aching flesh allows me to relax. I lift, then lower, moaning as he lifts his head to capture my nipple in his mouth. The tug echoes low in my abdomen. Another shift, another suck. Just a little more. Finally, I lower onto him fully.
The pleasure-pain of being full is heavenly, and I swirl my hips, letting myself get used to the way he and I fit together.
“So good,” I whisper under my breath, arching as his thumb and forefinger find my other nipple and pinch lightly. “Harder.”
He obliges, and the sharpness of that touch rockets through my body, countering the overwhelming tide of pleasure, then merging with it.
Not yet,I tell myself. I want Jasper to come with me. I want us to reach that peak together. To that end, I lift, driving myself back down on him, relishing the way his head drops back, mouth releasing my nipple as he gasps his pleasure.
“Kyrith… Mistress… Ohfuck.” His hands clench on my breasts, cock jerking inside me, but still he doesn’t come.
My lips curve. “Are you waiting for permission?”
He nods, a raw, tormented whine breaking free from his throat as I lower myself again.
I torture us both with slow glides up and down his length,enjoying the friction as I meld our mouths, capturing his moan with a kiss. I hold out as long as I can until my own climax demands I increase the pace. Bracing my hands on his chest, I nuzzle his throat one last time, then push away, using the new position to increase the speed of my bounces, revelling in the way his muscles bunch and tense beneath me.
The noises he makes are the hottest part, each tiny moan ratcheting my own desire up.
“Please.” He pants as he begs. “Please, Mistress. I can’t. I’m going to?—”
“You can come,” I whisper against his ear, nipping the lobe with a grin, then lean back to watch the show.
His orgasm hits him with a shuddering groan. He trembles, sweat-slick skin glistening in the bright light from the beach as he climaxes, flooding my pussy with hot jets of seed.
Finally, blessedly, I release the stranglehold I’ve been holding on my own orgasm, following straight after him with a cry of relief.
I collapse, letting my hands stroke the dusting of hair on his chest before kissing the spot over his heart.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” I murmur, and he chuckles.
“So are you…Mistress.”
I separate our bodies, swiping the gold ring out of the box with one hand and offering it out into the space between us.
