and kissing her neck softly. The touch of his lips brought her out of her dreamy haze. Wide awake now, she guided his hand to her breast, and his fingers closed around it. He murmured and stirred again.
He moved his hand from her breast, and for a moment, she was disappointed, thinking he was going back to sleep. Instead, his hand slid to her side and he caressed her, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hip. She exhaled through her teeth, gooseflesh prickling her skin and a warm tremor rippling through her. She pressed her body into his and he pulled her closer, groaning into her ear, his cock hardening against her ass.
His luxurious touch ignited fresh desire within her. He continued his exploration of her body, his touch becoming more insistent as his breath came more rapidly.
"Your body is amazing," he whispered, his voice slurred with sleepiness, his lip brushing her ear as he spoke. "Absolutely amazing."
His fingers slipped around to the back of her thigh. She parted her legs just slightly, allowing his fingertips to glide along her inner thigh. Her entire body quivered as they found their mark. Her back arched against him and a moan escaped her lips. He laughed softly, the hum of his voice tantalizing against her neck.
"Do you like that?" he murmured into her shoulder as his fingers drew lazy circles around her clit.
"I love it." She could barely speak.
"I love touching you," he breathed. His fingers were more insistent now, his voice ragged as if he fought to maintain his composure. "I could do this all night." He slipped two fingers inside her, moving them slowly, deliciously. "I could listen to you moan, listen to you scream, until the end of time."
All she could manage in return was a soft whimper. She squeezed his fingers and he took a sharp hiss of breath.
For a long time, he just held her, nuzzling her neck, breathing against her hair, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her. The only sound in the room was his breath against her ear and the gasps and moans he brought out of her.
Then, he slipped his fingers out and brought his hand away slowly. Before she could protest, he kissed her shoulder and whispered, "Don't move." In the next instant his entire body broke contact with hers. The sudden separation was jarring, puzzling, but the sound of the nightstand drawer made her shiver as she understood why he had gone.
Foil ripped. Jason muttered something under his breath. Then he was against her again, sliding his hand over the swell of her hip as he kissed the back of her neck. He tugged at her shoulder, urging her to lie on her back. She did, and even as his mouth enveloped hers, she pushed her quivering hips toward him. She ached for him, wanted his hand back where it had been, but he didn't comply.
He broke the kiss and reached across her body in the darkness. "I want to see you," he said. He flicked on the light, and she flinched at the sudden brightness. His warm hand caressed her shoulder, her breast, her hip. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. His hair was tousled and unruly, but complimented the wild desire in his eyes. She touched his face and he turned his head to kiss her hand. His tongue circled her palm, raising gooseflesh all over her body. His fingers teased her nipple, and then trailed down her belly to precisely where she longed for them to be. He circled her clit a couple of times, the intense sensations making her quiver. Then, he slipped two fingers inside her, all the way in, and rested the heel of his palm on her clit. As he moved his fingers in and out, his palm rubbed her just right, the powerful sensations forcing the breath right from her lungs.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh my God, Jason . . . ." She clawed at the sheet beneath her.
"You like that?" He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "Do you like it when I touch you? Do you like it when I touch you inside ?" His words came out as half whisper, half
He moved his hand from her breast, and for a moment, she was disappointed, thinking he was going back to sleep. Instead, his hand slid to her side and he caressed her, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her hip. She exhaled through her teeth, gooseflesh prickling her skin and a warm tremor rippling through her. She pressed her body into his and he pulled her closer, groaning into her ear, his cock hardening against her ass.
His luxurious touch ignited fresh desire within her. He continued his exploration of her body, his touch becoming more insistent as his breath came more rapidly.
"Your body is amazing," he whispered, his voice slurred with sleepiness, his lip brushing her ear as he spoke. "Absolutely amazing."
His fingers slipped around to the back of her thigh. She parted her legs just slightly, allowing his fingertips to glide along her inner thigh. Her entire body quivered as they found their mark. Her back arched against him and a moan escaped her lips. He laughed softly, the hum of his voice tantalizing against her neck.
"Do you like that?" he murmured into her shoulder as his fingers drew lazy circles around her clit.
"I love it." She could barely speak.
"I love touching you," he breathed. His fingers were more insistent now, his voice ragged as if he fought to maintain his composure. "I could do this all night." He slipped two fingers inside her, moving them slowly, deliciously. "I could listen to you moan, listen to you scream, until the end of time."
All she could manage in return was a soft whimper. She squeezed his fingers and he took a sharp hiss of breath.
For a long time, he just held her, nuzzling her neck, breathing against her hair, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her. The only sound in the room was his breath against her ear and the gasps and moans he brought out of her.
Then, he slipped his fingers out and brought his hand away slowly. Before she could protest, he kissed her shoulder and whispered, "Don't move." In the next instant his entire body broke contact with hers. The sudden separation was jarring, puzzling, but the sound of the nightstand drawer made her shiver as she understood why he had gone.
Foil ripped. Jason muttered something under his breath. Then he was against her again, sliding his hand over the swell of her hip as he kissed the back of her neck. He tugged at her shoulder, urging her to lie on her back. She did, and even as his mouth enveloped hers, she pushed her quivering hips toward him. She ached for him, wanted his hand back where it had been, but he didn't comply.
He broke the kiss and reached across her body in the darkness. "I want to see you," he said. He flicked on the light, and she flinched at the sudden brightness. His warm hand caressed her shoulder, her breast, her hip. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. His hair was tousled and unruly, but complimented the wild desire in his eyes. She touched his face and he turned his head to kiss her hand. His tongue circled her palm, raising gooseflesh all over her body. His fingers teased her nipple, and then trailed down her belly to precisely where she longed for them to be. He circled her clit a couple of times, the intense sensations making her quiver. Then, he slipped two fingers inside her, all the way in, and rested the heel of his palm on her clit. As he moved his fingers in and out, his palm rubbed her just right, the powerful sensations forcing the breath right from her lungs.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh my God, Jason . . . ." She clawed at the sheet beneath her.
"You like that?" He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "Do you like it when I touch you? Do you like it when I touch you inside ?" His words came out as half whisper, half
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