Surrender to Me by Monica James

wanting this
man like yesterday.
    Sensing
my need, he kisses down my chest, and I close my eyes, placing my hands by my
side, wishing I had something to hold onto because I am coming apart.
    Opening
my legs to accommodate Jasper and feeling the cool air brush over my core,
suggests he has pushed my underwear aside. But I’m too scared to look at him,
because I know once I do, I am going to explode. I am waiting with bated breath
because he’s stopped, so peeking open an eye, I witness him sitting back on his
heels, staring at me.
    Why
has he stopped?
    Suddenly
blushing, I question if I have accidentally worn my laundry day panties. It
wouldn’t surprise me as I was not thinking straight when I got dressed.
Attempting to shut my legs, he quickly stops me by grabbing onto my thigh, his
thumb beginning to rub soft circles on the inside of my leg.
    He
has an unreadable look on his face, so shyly biting my lip, I whisper, “Why did
you stop?”
    He
takes a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly, steadying himself. When he
re-opens them, I can see why he stopped. He is trying to pace himself, and I am
all but celebrating in self-gratification that he is as turned on as me.
    Gliding
his hand over the apex of my thigh, he replies hoarsely, “Because you are so
beautiful, and I have missed you so fucking much. I needed a moment to take
this all in and make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”
    I
give him a small smile. “You’re not dreaming. I’m here.”
    Crisscrossing
my legs as his hand passes over my core, I struggle to speak because I am
melting under his skillful fingers.
    “I’ve
missed you too.”
    He licks his
lips. “Show me. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
    No
need to ask me twice!
    Leaning up
onto my elbows and yanking onto the front of his shirt, I pull him down to my
mouth, and feel him smirking under my lips.
    Enough
with the talking as I need to feel his skin up against mine, and by the way he
is ripping his shirt off and tossing it over his shoulder, he feels the same.
After our separation we are like wild animals, devouring each other.
    Tugging
the hem of his t-shirt up, and running my hands over his hard abdominals has me
panting, and the silky feel of him gliding under my fingertips is enough to
leave me internally combusting. And his exploration of me is adding to that
combusting.
    His hands are
everywhere, caressing my legs, over my waist, up my tummy, over my breasts and
over my face. All the while our lips never part, but I need more, and by the
arousal digging deep into my stomach, he’s on the same page as me.
    Quickly
undoing his belt, I bite back my moan when he slips his hand into my bra,
yanking the cup down under my breast. He then begins caressing my nipple
between his thumb and forefinger, and that nipple is now on fire!
    With
his other hand, he places a finger into our entwined mouths, wetting the tip
and pulling it out quickly as he circles it around my nipple. I buckle at the
sensation, and as the cool breeze from the fan passes over us, the air catches
over my chest, and I shiver in delight. My stiff nipple, mixed with Jasper’s
mouth assaulting mine is too much, and I buck my hips under his, coaxing him to
where we both want him to be.
    Unzipping
his jeans, I thrust my hand into his pants eagerly, feeling he’s gone commando,
and I groan my appreciation of feeling him in the flesh.
    He
senses my approval and breaks contact with my mouth.
    “Wow.
If I knew not wearing underwear got you so hot, I would have burnt every pair I
owned months ago.”
    I
let out a tiny giggle, but I am a woman on a mission, and this is not the time
to talk. Grabbing onto him, he shudders as I slowly caress him, reacquainting
myself with his perfection.
    God,
I've missed him. 
    But
for some insane reason, he stops me with his hand stilling over mine. I rear up
to bite his lip in protest, and he pulls away, grinning.
    With
my hand still gripped around his impressive length, he looks down at me. The
passion