Surrender to Me

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Authors: Monica James
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as deep as he can possibly go without
breaking me.
    Unwrapping
my legs from around his waist and placing my feet on the ground, I arch my
back, taking him in deeper.
    "Fuck
Ava," he moans, and I know we’re both done for.
    We
match each other, stroke for stroke, and it's not long till I am about to see
stars.
    "Sorry
baby, I can't last much longer,” he pants.
    The
veins in his neck are straining as he’s trying to hold on, but I’m ready, so I
clench my muscles around him firmly, and that's enough for us both. He powers
into me with a force so deep it brings tears to my eyes, and then we’re both
screaming out in pleas of ecstasy together.
    My
body is limp and I feel boneless, but it feels good, so good.
    Still
inside me, Jasper leans his forehead onto mine, and we stare at each other for
a long while, attempting to catch our breaths.
    "Love
your outfit by the way,” he comments in between breaths.
    Coming
back down from my orgasmic bliss, I raise a confused eyebrow.
"Outfit?"
    He
nods cheekily, brushing the hair off my clammy face.
    I
then realize in my panic of finding an appropriate outfit, I ended up in my bra
and skirt when he saw me. Gee if I knew that would suffice, I could have saved
a lot of time and stressing.
    Oh
well, note to self.
    Less
clothes the better.

 
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Lessons Not Learned
     
    Singapore
     
    T he next morning
Jasper joins me in the shower, declaring he will only wash my back. I tell him
no funny business because after last night’s explorations, I am a little sore.
    “Scouts honor,” he smirks, holding up his fingers in salute.
    As soon as he lathers up his hands and washes my chest, I know his
scouts honor has taken a nosedive.
    So, after making sure I am nice and clean, twice, we are sitting on
barstools at my tiny breakfast bar, our feet interlocked together, playing
footsie.
    Fuck, I've missed him.
    “So, where are you taking me today? No half ass tours, I want
the works” he says with a cheeky smirk, while downing a big mouthful of orange
juice.
    Letting
out a chuckle, I ask, “Okay bossy boots. How long have I got you for?”
    He
takes a big bite of his pancakes, drowned in maple syrup, savoring every bite.
    “I
need to be at the venue around three for sound check.”
    He takes
another bite of his breakfast, licking his sticky lips and looking at me over
his shoulder. I know that look.
    “I
was kidding though. I would be more than happy to take another tour of my
favorite sight, over and over again.”
    Lowering
my eyes, my hair veils my face, hiding my blush, because I
know he is referring to taking a tour of me, over and over again.
    He places his finger under my chin to look into his deep blue eyes.
“I’ve missed that beautiful pink hue you turn when embarrassed. I also missed
your pink...”
    “Okay Romeo, enough with the sweet talking,” I quickly interrupt,
before he can finish his cheeky sentence.
    He lets out a deep chuckle which warms me to my toes. “Ava baby,” he
whispers leaning into me, his face inches from mine. “If I was to sweet talk
you, you would be naked and whimpering under me right now.”
    I gulp.
    This close to him, his deep woody scent saturates my sense of smell,
and I brace my hands on the edge of stool, afraid of falling off.
    He gives me a small smile and kisses the tip of my nose. “C'mon you,
let's go before the only sight we will be seeing is the inside of your bedroom.
Not that I'm complaining, because no other sight will ever compare to you.”
    Opening my mouth and attempting to reply, he silences me by placing
his lips on mine, taking my breath away.
     
    *****
     
    I am sitting with my back pressed up against the bar, watching
Jasper on stage, sound checking. He is at home up there, and totally looks the
part of a rock god in his black ripped jeans that ride low on his narrow hips.
The blue t-shirt he's cut the sleeves off, highlights his muscular arms, and
the grey slouchy beanie sitting snugly on his head, just adds

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