anyone who could make her feel this frantic, so full of need just by looking at her.
When they were both breathless from the kiss, Leah stepped back slightly, and then turned slowly so that her back was facing him. She gathered her long hair in one hand and glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows lifted in invitation.
Jason’s hands immediately went for the zipper of her dress as he stepped close and pressed a warm kiss to the side of her neck before sucking her skin between his teeth and slowly drawing the zipper down until he reached the small of her back.
He pulled back, bending to place his lips at the base of her spine, just above the edge of her panties, before moving his mouth back up, giving her goose bumps as his bottom lip dragged wetly along her hot skin. He paused at her bra clasp, flicking it open with skilled fingers before gently pushing the dress off her shoulders.
Leah shimmied out of the dress and bra, but when she started to turn toward him, he stopped her.
Jason’s palm found her stomach as he pulled her toward him, his hard chest firm against her back.
Teasing fingers stroked along her belly, the edge of his little finger skimming just under the edge of her underwear before pulling back, his thumbs rubbing along the underside of her breasts, testing their heavy weight without giving her what she needed.
Teasing. He’d always liked to tease.
In response, Leah arched her back, rubbing the curve of her butt against the hard ridge of his cock, smiling when he swore roughly.
Two could play at this game.
She let her head fall back on his shoulder, even as her hands slid up the front of his thighs, her nails digging into the firm muscles, only to skate away before touching the part of him that was hard and ready for her.
His big palms closed over her breasts, and they both moaned as his hands lifted them, his fingers plucking at the peaks just hard enough so that she cried out with a sharp moan.
“You feel so good,” he said against her neck, pinching her nipples lightly. “So fucking good.”
Leah was panting now, needing more. She gripped his wrist, trying to pull it downward, but he resisted with a soft laugh. “Not yet, baby. Not until you’re begging.”
He turned her around then, bending his knees, his eyes locking on hers as he gave her nipple a quick flick with his tongue, only to pull back and blow gently.
Leah gasped, and he grinned evilly as he moved forward again, pressing soft kisses everywhere but on the tip until finally, she gripped his hair and guided him where she wanted him.
“Yes,” he whispered before she pressed the tip of her breast into his waiting, wet mouth.
Her breath caught as she glanced down. His eyes had closed, his eyelashes impossibly dark, his cheeks forming little hollows as he sucked her.
She’d missed this. God how she missed the way they were. It had never been just touch with them. It had been the sights and the sounds and the very essence of the other person.
Jason repeated the same loving treatment on the other breast as her fingers continued to tangle in his soft, dark hair, whispering words of encouragement as he worshipped her.
His hands rested on her waist as he lowered all the way to his knees, his fingers hooking on the edge of her thong but nothing more, as he once again met her eyes.
Leah nodded, but he only lifted his eyebrows. “Say it. Out loud.”
She groaned. “Jason.”
He moved his hands slightly, his thumbs stroking the seam of her through the soaked satin of her panties. “You want me to take your pretty panties off, Leah?”
She nodded.
He slipped a thumb under the lace edge, just barely. Teasing her. “You want me to touch you right here?”
“God. Yes. Please .”
His finger disappeared and she moaned. “Still waiting to hear it.”
She swallowed and looked down, meeting his eyes. “I want you to take my panties off.”
“Good girl,” he said, running his index finger over her wet slit. “And then
When they were both breathless from the kiss, Leah stepped back slightly, and then turned slowly so that her back was facing him. She gathered her long hair in one hand and glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows lifted in invitation.
Jason’s hands immediately went for the zipper of her dress as he stepped close and pressed a warm kiss to the side of her neck before sucking her skin between his teeth and slowly drawing the zipper down until he reached the small of her back.
He pulled back, bending to place his lips at the base of her spine, just above the edge of her panties, before moving his mouth back up, giving her goose bumps as his bottom lip dragged wetly along her hot skin. He paused at her bra clasp, flicking it open with skilled fingers before gently pushing the dress off her shoulders.
Leah shimmied out of the dress and bra, but when she started to turn toward him, he stopped her.
Jason’s palm found her stomach as he pulled her toward him, his hard chest firm against her back.
Teasing fingers stroked along her belly, the edge of his little finger skimming just under the edge of her underwear before pulling back, his thumbs rubbing along the underside of her breasts, testing their heavy weight without giving her what she needed.
Teasing. He’d always liked to tease.
In response, Leah arched her back, rubbing the curve of her butt against the hard ridge of his cock, smiling when he swore roughly.
Two could play at this game.
She let her head fall back on his shoulder, even as her hands slid up the front of his thighs, her nails digging into the firm muscles, only to skate away before touching the part of him that was hard and ready for her.
His big palms closed over her breasts, and they both moaned as his hands lifted them, his fingers plucking at the peaks just hard enough so that she cried out with a sharp moan.
“You feel so good,” he said against her neck, pinching her nipples lightly. “So fucking good.”
Leah was panting now, needing more. She gripped his wrist, trying to pull it downward, but he resisted with a soft laugh. “Not yet, baby. Not until you’re begging.”
He turned her around then, bending his knees, his eyes locking on hers as he gave her nipple a quick flick with his tongue, only to pull back and blow gently.
Leah gasped, and he grinned evilly as he moved forward again, pressing soft kisses everywhere but on the tip until finally, she gripped his hair and guided him where she wanted him.
“Yes,” he whispered before she pressed the tip of her breast into his waiting, wet mouth.
Her breath caught as she glanced down. His eyes had closed, his eyelashes impossibly dark, his cheeks forming little hollows as he sucked her.
She’d missed this. God how she missed the way they were. It had never been just touch with them. It had been the sights and the sounds and the very essence of the other person.
Jason repeated the same loving treatment on the other breast as her fingers continued to tangle in his soft, dark hair, whispering words of encouragement as he worshipped her.
His hands rested on her waist as he lowered all the way to his knees, his fingers hooking on the edge of her thong but nothing more, as he once again met her eyes.
Leah nodded, but he only lifted his eyebrows. “Say it. Out loud.”
She groaned. “Jason.”
He moved his hands slightly, his thumbs stroking the seam of her through the soaked satin of her panties. “You want me to take your pretty panties off, Leah?”
She nodded.
He slipped a thumb under the lace edge, just barely. Teasing her. “You want me to touch you right here?”
“God. Yes. Please .”
His finger disappeared and she moaned. “Still waiting to hear it.”
She swallowed and looked down, meeting his eyes. “I want you to take my panties off.”
“Good girl,” he said, running his index finger over her wet slit. “And then
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