Jason caught her by wrapping his arm around her waist. She grabbed the front of his shirt as he leaned her back. Her world tilted but she knew she was safe. Jason kissed a path down her chest, licking, tasting, curling his tongue against her flushed skin, until he reached the tip of her breast.
Claire thrust her chest out, eager for his lips. His breath wafted over her tight, aching nipple before he straightened. She whimpered as he gathered her close to him, her bare skin rubbing against his cotton shirt. “Jason?”
He gave a soft shush before he gently lowered her onto the floor. Jason knelt between her legs and flattened his hands on either side of her. He swooped down and took her nipple deep into his mouth. Claire gasped from the hot, wet sensations. She arched her spine and stretched her arms over her head, ribbons of lust unfurling inside her.
Jason groaned with pleasure as he squeezed and licked her breasts. She watched his cheeks turn ruddy as he feasted on her. Claire rocked her hips as raw need coiled tightly in her belly.
Jason reached down and cupped her sex as if he knew the ache was almost too much to bear. She bucked against his possessive touch. She needed more, so much more.
Claire grabbed the back of his head with both hands and clutched his hair with tense fingers as he kissed his way down her abdomen. Her hips squirmed as he nipped her with the edge of his teeth. “I want you in me,” she said in a guttural groan. “Deep inside me.”
Jason stroked the folds of her sex with his fingers. Claire’s breath caught in her throat as her body throbbed. She gripped his hair as she rocked her hips. “More.”
He chuckled against her stomach as he dipped his finger into her core before he withdrew. Claire hissed between her clenched teeth as he drew a circle around her navel with the tip of his tongue. She flattened her feet on the wood floor and spread her legs wider. “Please, Jason.”
He pumped his finger into her wet heat. Claire gave a satisfied sigh as she met his rhythm with the thrust of her hips. He stopped to hook her thighs over his shoulders before he pressed his mouth against her sex.
Claire cried out from the intense pleasure. She speared her hands through his hair and held him close as she rode his tongue. The climax was sharp and sudden as it ripped through her like a jagged fork of lightning.
She slumped against the floor as her body pulsed from the aftershock. The blood roared in her ears as she drew in a ragged breath. She silently watched Jason as he hurriedly grabbed a condom from his wallet before he shoved his clothes off. Her core pulsed with anticipation as she saw his erect cock. His fingers trembled as he rolled the condom on before he slid his hands under her ass.
Jason plunged into her with one smooth thrust. Their groans mingled in the air as he filled her to the hilt. He retreated and surged forward again and again, following a wild and relentless rhythm. Claire gripped her thighs around his body and tilted her hips, drawing him in deeper. She felt another climax building inside her. The tension was growing tighter until finally it broke free.
Claire tipped her head back and cried out as her flesh clenched around his cock. Jason’s thrusts became unpredictable as he began to chant her name. He thrust deep into her and his spine bowed as he gave a hoarse cry of release.
Jason slumped on top of Claire. Their breaths echoed in the room as she gathered him close. Claire wished she could hold on to this moment. She wanted more moments like this, more chances to hold him. She was his and would always be, long after the fling was over.
* * *
CLAIRE GRADUALLY WOKE up as the weak sunlight streamed through the window blinds. She stretched and her foot bumped against Jason’s leg. Claire blinked her eyes open and saw he was still asleep. She sagged deeper into her pillow and watched him. He looked peaceful. Satisfied.
She was in awe of his masculine beauty. Claire was tempted to stroke her hands all over his body, from his blunt cheekbones and broad shoulders to his washboard abs and impressive cock. She wanted to watch pleasure chase across his face before she brought him to a climax.
After all, he had done the same to her. Jason had made slow, sweet love to her throughout the night. He had carried her off to bed, cradling her in his arms. He had been extraordinarily gentle because of the bruises on her arms and legs. She hadn’t known he could be that tender, or have that much willpower, as he’d driven her wild over and over until he finally entered her welcoming, trembling body.
Claire carefully disentangled herself from his embrace and got out of bed. She only had two more days of this fling left and she didn’t want it to end yet. How could she extend it? She was afraid to bring up the topic. Jason was allergic to commitment. If she suggested they continue the fling, would he agree or would he end it right there?