“This is how I want to wake up every day.” He groaned as he stretched his arms up above his head.
“And here I was, busy plotting my escape,” I joked, watching the cords of muscle in his arms flex.
Jameson whipped the bedsheet off us, pulled me astride him, spanked my ass, all in the blink of an eye, and ate up my yelp of surprise. “There’s no escaping the end game, babe.”
“Oh, yeah?” I swiveled my hips.
“Fuck, I was wrong. This right here is how I want to wake up.”
“Exactly like this?” My body buzzed with need.
His fingers splayed over my thighs. “Okay, okay, it’s one of my top ten for suresies.”
“Top ten?” I squeaked in disbelief.
“What can I say,” he tilted his head, “you’ve been the star of my fantasies for a long time.”
“Hmm.” I appreciated his candid admission, delivered with complete honesty and no shame. “What’s your number one?” I rocked up the length of his hardening erection, welcoming the feel of each titanium barbell against my sensitive core.
“Ah . . . Don’t make me choose; I-I can’t think,” he stammered. “They’re all equally spectacular in their own way.”
“If you could check one off your list.” I scored my nails along his firm abs. “Right here.” I leaned in to kiss his chest. “Right now.” I flipped my hair back over my shoulder and sat up. “What would you choose?”
His pupils widened with an unmistakable desire while a wicked smirk danced at the edges of his lips that would have rendered my panties nonexistent had I been wearing any.
“I’d say get your delectable ass up here and sit on my face, babe.”
“What—”
He shifted my weight forward by the hips. “Grab the headboard.”
“Jameson.” I gasped as his hands clamped down over my thighs. “You can’t—” But the instant his tongue made contact with my piercing, my thoughts scrambled. “Oh God, I?—”
“Don’t fight it.”
“I can’t . . . you need?—”
“You won’t suffocate me; trust me, I’ve got you.”
His tongue started with languid strokes, savoring each swipe, slowly teasing me higher and higher till my hips took on their own momentum. Chasing the exquisite sensations as he added more pressure, testing my limits. Jameson worked me to the precipice with the punishing intensity of a man starved for my pleasure, lighting my body up like a Christmas tree.
My head tilted back, resting on my shoulders as the pressure intensified and tingling sensations coursed through my body. The roughness of his morning stubble only heightened the experience, creating waves of pleasure that crafted the perfect storm, propelling me right over the edge as I cried out and fell backward on the bed.
Jameson pounced, bathing me in his warmth as he nuzzled his face in my neck. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“No—” He was the perfect one.
He swallowed my retort with his sinful mouth, unashamed that my release was coating his lips. “You were made for me.” He punctured his declaration with a brusque kiss before he climbed over me and off the bed, only to throw my body over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
“How long have you wanted me in this position?”
“Fucking forever, babe.” He slapped my ass with added emphasis.
“Jameson,” I yelped. “Put me down.”
“Sorry, no can do, not till I’ve checked off at least three more positions from my list of fantasies in the shower.”
“Only three?” I playfully joked.
