Surrender to Me by Monica James Page A

in his eyes mirrors mine, so I don’t understand why he stopped me.
    "Don't
you want me to touch you?" I ask in breathless anticipation.
    These
are not the first words I thought I would exchange with Jasper at our reunion.
But I should have learnt by now, never presume anything when Jasper is
involved.
    He
takes a visible breath. "Baby, I can't even begin to tell you how badly I
want you to touch me. But you keep doing that, and it's gonna be over in five
minutes, with no encore."
    Laughing
softly as he is always so eloquent, I whisper, "I don't care.” And I nudge
his hand off mine to continue what I started.
    Leaning
his head back, wisps of his messy hair blow in the breeze when the fan passes
over us, and I can’t take this sight of pure magnificence any longer. I need to
taste him.
    Shoving
him hard, he loses balance, falling onto his back, and I take this opportunity
to slide down his body to where I want to be. Licking his very delectable V
muscle, I can feel him breathing heavily under my lips, and starting my
descent, I lick down his hipbones leisurely.
    However,
before I can take him into my mouth, he hisses a curse through his teeth and
sits up, flipping me onto my back while pinning my arms above my head. He has
both my hands in one of his, and with the other, he unzips my skirt, sliding it
down my legs, and it too joins his discarded clothes on the floor.
    I
am outstretched, arms above my head, restrained in Jasper's vice like grip,
waiting for his next move.  And judging by the look in his beautiful eyes, I'm
going to like this new move a lot.
    "Leave
your arms above your head," he commands, gazing down my body.
    I
nod, not daring to challenge him with the frenzied look on his face. He reaches
behind me to unclip my bra and as it snaps open, he lowers my arms while
dragging the straps down my shoulders, removing it from my writhing body.
    His
grin spreads from cheek to cheek as he repositions my hands above my head, and
I groan in needy desire.
    He
works my nipples, lapping at them with his skillful tongue, and I am ashamed of
the noises coming out of me. His stubble is lightly scratching my skin, and the
sensation, along with his smell, is driving me crazy.
    I
need him inside. Now.
    Attempting
to move my arms to rip off my underwear, he stills me as he takes a hold of my
hands, placing them back above my head.  His dimples are beaming, and his mouth
is luscious and full from kissing me so passionately.
    He
stares down at me and smirks. "Patience baby."
    "Any
more patient and I will be canonized a saint,” I reply, blowing my fringe off
my sweaty forehead.
    He
licks his bottom lip slowly, totally unaware of his actions, and I close my
eyes before I detonate. Finally, I feel him slipping off my underwear and the
cool breeze hits my soaked center. My senses are on high alert, and I shiver
from the erotic sensation of him running the tip of his finger up my needy
core. As I hear Jasper undressing, my body begins buzzing in heightened
anticipation.
    When
his chest presses up against mine, he murmurs a satisfied sigh, and thankfully
my eyes are still closed, because seeing Jasper like this will set me off.
    "Open
your eyes for me Ava,” he whispers, his lips caressing my temple.
    I
open them slowly and take in all things Jasper.
    His
hair has that wild bedroom look, his lips are puffy from kissing me so
forcefully and his eyes, as always, take my breath away. They are filled with
love and worship, and I buckle under that stare. I want him so badly I am
trembling in need, and he senses my desire as I wrap my legs around his waist,
pulling him close. He releases my arms, kissing my temple softly, before
pushing into me slowly.
    Oh
God!
    My
back bows off the floor and I hear him gasp. My insides slowly stretch to
accommodate him as it’s been a while, and he is a well-endowed man. He slowly
glides in deeper, while breathing through his nose heavily, trying to pace him. 
    Slowly
can take a flying leap! I want him