Page 61 of Dandelion Sighs

“Look at me.”

I followed his gaze down to his straining cock between us. The outside world retreated, and it was just us. This alone was worth the risk to the heart that had already been let down by any hopes and dreams I’d had of Jasper. There was nothing for us, or he would’ve already tried. The man kept his heart locked up, and so I would do the same.

I would do the same and enjoy what he did want to give me.

Pulsating energy filled me with each swipe of his thumb. “Yes.”

At my exhale, he pushed a finger inside. The sweet invasion wasn’t enough. He filled me, but he didn’t. The full weight of his body wasn’t on me, and the difference was staggering. I had to know what he felt like fully blanketing me.

Something inside me was reaching for the stars but falling short. I was going to detonate before I lifted off. “Jasper. More.”

He threaded in another finger. I rolled my hips into the thrusts of his hand and the rough scrape of his thumb on my clit.

The pressure flashed outward, and I exploded. More pleasure than I could possibly survive rammed into me, over and over. I clawed at his shoulders, shaking on the couch, pulling him down to me. My only anchor. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”

“Give me all of it,” he said gruffly.

I did, turning myself over to him until I thought my heart would stop. I clamped his arm, my body growing so sensitive that even when he wasn’t moving his hand, electricity still shot through me. He only grinned and lowered himself between my legs.

“What—” I had to catch my breath. “What are you doing?”

“Licking up everything that’s mine.”

I tensed, frantically trying to prepare for the onslaught of pleasure-pain, but he kissed the spot over my clit and, ever so softly, lapped me up. Relaxing, I was swept up in a slowly cresting wave of desire. I dug my hands into the silky strands of his hair and held on, trusting him with my body. He knew exactly what to do. Was I that easy to read? Within minutes, he coaxed me into another orgasm.

“Jasper,” I gasped, tugging on his scalp.

He reared up, his jaw a hard slash and his eyes glinting. He grabbed the condoms and ripped one out. After shoving it on, he placed the tip of his cock at my entrance. I was just coming down, but I gripped the cushions of the couch and held on. I was blissfully exhausted. Two orgasms? The best dessert ever. But I could not miss having him inside me.

He paused, his body vibrating. “Are you ready?”

“God, yes.”

He pushed in, threading an inch at a time, slowly, exquisitely filling me until he was seated fully inside.

There. It finally happened. We were connected.

“Jesus, Sheridan.” The tremors in his body grew. He was holding back. The man had gotten me off multiple times, and it had cost him.

“I know.” I was panting, holding myself still or I’d wantonly rock against him. “Go ahead, Jasper. Fuck me.”

His fingers dug into my legs, but he pulled back and thrust forward. I moaned and matched his pace. Despite the climaxes, my arousal wasn’t depleted. It rose and swelled, and as he pumped, he took me with him.

It was my turn to watch him fall apart. I was doing this for him. So much more powerful than head in the shop. He moved inside me, hitting all the right spots like he was formed for my pleasure only. When he went taut, it was like he was cut from granite.

“Fuck,” he grunted, kicking his hips one final time. “Fucking perfect.”

It really was. Us together was just right. I swallowed the emotion behind that thought and held him as he shook through his orgasm. All that energy he’d been restraining was loose and transferring into me, encouraging another sweet orgasm from me.

When he collapsed, I sighed and cuddled into him. With him on me like this, I wasn’t floating away. I wasn’t flying through my days, trying to drag in enough air to keep going. We were tethered to each other—for now.

That was what Jasper had been like since I’d met him. He was a tether. He’d been that for me personally and professionally.

I wrapped my arms around him as another thought rose above the rest. The dreary idea that he also showed me that it was very much just me. That, despite how well we connected, how we got along, I needed his support. But he didn’t need me.

Jasper

I dragged soapy water up Sheridan’s stomach, and she laughed, turning her head into me. She was sitting on me in her little bathtub. My knees stuck out of the water, and she was nestled between them. My dick was in a steady state of half arousal. We’d burned through two of the condoms already, and I was saving that third one like it was the best piece of cake, but if I used it, I’d find another piece of cake that I’d have to miss out on.