We both gasped.
The stretch stole my breath and my eyes fluttered shut.
We stilled. Him buried to the hilt. Me clinging to him.
I was surrounded by all things Jasper. His smell, his heat. I tasted him on my lips, felt the ghost of his tongue on my breast. Not to mention that he was deep inside me, fighting to maintain control.
He moved first.
A slow roll of his hips, then a harder thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs. “Yes,” I breathed as stars burst behind my eyes.
He thrust forward again and again. Faster and rougher as I pushed forward to meet his movements with my own.
There was nothing sweet about it. We weren’t building a foundation. This was raw and feral. Just two people driven by the animal instinct to get off.
He dropped his forehead to rest against the tree beside my cheek. His breath hit my neck, uneven now. I gripped his arms, both of our muscles straining as I held on.
“Oh shit, Jasper,” I moaned. Something, the tail of his dress shirt maybe, rubbed against my clit as we rutted together faster and harder. My nipples slid over his chest as I clung to him.
The sensation was climbing fast and all I could do was feel and react.
And then I broke again.
Harder this time.
A strangled noise tore from my throat and my inner muscles hugged his cock where it was buried deep.
“Shit,” he breathed beside me. Sweat had formed where his cheek rested against mine, where his hands gripped my thighs.
It was primal and real, honest and naked. Despite the fancy clothes and the wedding going on in the background, it came down to skin, instincts and the bare earth under our feet.
He drove into me once more and stilled, a deepgroan tearing from him as he filled me with his cum.
He pulsed inside me, every muscle in his body straining.
We stayed just like that for a few long moments. He slid his lips along the side of my jaw as he fought to catch his breath and the sensation made me shiver.
His touch was still potent even after I’d come twice.
My limbs felt like jelly, exhausted from clenching around him.
Slowly I released my grip and let reality back in.
I heard the music and voices again and became aware of the world beyond the trees.
This was the most honest and unguarded sex I had ever had.
And it was over.
And I almost regretted that I would never see him again after tonight.
But it would have ended sooner or later. It was much easier to get a clean break after only one time.
Chapter Twelve
Jasper
Carefully, I pulled out of Wren once she’d loosed her grip on my shoulders.
