Scooting closer to me, he grips the base of his cock, and the anticipation has my breath getting caught in my lungs. It’s been too long. Too fucking long. I can’t take it.
I’m about to shove him onto his back and sink onto his cock myself when he notches it against my hole.
A loud moan escapes me, and Jasper’s lips quirk up. “Shhh, baby boy.”
“God, just fuck me. I’m tired of waiting. I need you. Don’t you get it? I fucking need—”
My words cut off into nothing when he presses forward, driving his cock into me inch by inch.
The burn steals my breath, but it’s so good. So fucking good. Heaven. It’s heaven. I need more.
I hook my leg around his waist, digging my heel into his ass cheek to hurry him along. “Harder,” I whine.
“Jesus,” Jasper groans, dropping some of his weight onto me as he bottoms out. “I’m gonna have to gag you if you can’t be quiet.”
He really might have to. I’m so full. So fucking full. It’s everything. It’s perfect.
“Move,” I beg. “Please, baby.”
Jasper moans at the nickname, then pulls his hips back and slams into me. A gasp tears from my throat. This. This is what I need. Exactly this.
“More.” I urge him along with my heel, trying to get him closer. Deeper. I’m mindless, my hips shifting under his, my cock throbbing with each beat of my heart. “Make me feel it. I want to feel you.”
Tears are burning my eyes, and I don’t even know why. When one falls, Jasper slows his hard thrusts, then pulls out.
“Baby boy?”
A sob pushes past my lips. “I’m okay.”
“Hey,” Jasper whispers, cupping my jaw and forcing my eyes to meet his. “What’s wrong, baby boy?”
I shake my head, not really sure how to articulate it. I just need him. I need him so much, and I don’t know what to do with that. I don’t know what to do with the feelings inside me.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
That makes me laugh. Though it’s shaky and wet and more of a sob than anything else, I think. “You haven’t called me that in a long time.”
“No,” Jasper says, rolling off me and then gathering me in his arms. “I haven’t. Right now, you just seem like my little sweetheart. What’s going on? Talk to me.”
Shrugging, I groan in frustration. “I don’t know.”
His blue eyes meet mine, then he gives me a sad smile. “I think I can guess. It’s been a while, huh?”
I nod, my throat too tight to speak.
Doesn’t matter. Jasper doesn’t need my words. He brushes his fingers through my hair. “We’ve been pretty disconnected this way, huh? Things are different now between us.”
They are, but what does that have to do with anything?
Jasper presses a kiss to my forehead. “You want connection, baby boy. But not like this. Maybe one day. Hell, maybe even next time. But right now, I think we both need something a little slower.”
My heart thuds, longing spreading through my stomach. Brushing his nose over mine, Jasper hums. “I think we need a little tenderness to reconnect. What do you think?” he asks, carefully moving me in his arms until I’m straddling him and he can help me sink down on his cock.
I whimper at the fullness.
“Like this.” He pulls me closer until my chest is pressed against his, then he wraps his arms tightly around me. We’re touching all over, and when he rolls his hips, his cock drags over my prostate, making me gasp. “That’s it, baby boy. We’re in no rush. We don’t need hard and fast. We just need to reconnect.”
I nod, my throat aching.
