Needing to feel him, I reach for his dick to stroke it, and that’s when I feel something foreign. Something metal… I knew I felt something when we had sex the night of Olivia and Nick’s wedding, but I was too far gone to give it much thought.
“Jase,” I murmur against his lips, “did you have this the night we…”
“The night I fucked you on the sink in the bathroom?” He chuckles, his lips suckling on the soft spot just below my ear. “Yeah.” He kisses along my collarbone, sending chills of pleasure down my spine.
Needing to explore, I push his chest back lightly. He pouts slightly, but it quickly turns into a grin as my hand wraps around his shaft and I stroke his hard length. Folding at the waist, I kiss the tip of his dick before slowly taking him all the way in my mouth. I count the number of barbells as my lips touch each one. Four in all. They’re cold to the touch, and I make it a point to give each one special attention, running the tip of my tongue along each one.
I feel Jase lean forward, his tight abs brushing against the top of my head as he reaches for my backside. He massages circles along my butt and then gives one side a stinging slap.
“Jesus, woman,” he grunts. “That ass. This mouth…” He grips my hair once again, pulling me off his cock and pushing me onto my back. His mouth crashes down on mine, and his tongue parts my lips—exploring, stroking, tasting, and worshipping. With his free hand, he lifts my leg up high, resting it above his forearm, and then sinks inside me. The feel of Jase filling me up is like being lost and then finally finding my way home. I feel full, complete, whole. If possible, even with all the years we were apart, the connection between us has intensified. With deep yet frenzied strokes, he works my body over.
His fingers release my hair so he can lean on both hands to go even deeper, and I pull his face down to mine, not wanting to lose any part of our connection. Our tongues move frantically against each other. My nails scrape lightly along his back, my orgasm starting to build. My fingers slide across his damp skin. We’re both working up a sweat. Jase’s thrusts get harder, rougher, more demanding.
“Jesus, you feel so good,” he murmurs against my lips. “Fuck.” His head drops to my chest, and his lips wrap around my hardened nipple. When his teeth clamp down, my climax rips through my body. My walls clench around his dick, and I can feel the barbells massaging my insides as Jase finds his own release.
He moves his arm, and my leg drops down onto the bed, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he spends the next several minutes nuzzling my neck. Kissing my fevered skin. Licking my nipples. His dick throbs, reminding me he’s still inside me. I’ve never felt so completely worshipped in my life. When he finally pulls out, he lowers his body until his face is up close and personal with my pussy.
“Jase,” I groan. We’re no longer in the heat of our passion. I don’t want him hanging out down there…
“Shh…” He gives the hood of my pussy an open-mouthed kiss. “I need to get fully reacquainted with your perfect cunt.”
“Jase.” I moan, as he pushes his fingers into me. They make a slurping sound, reminding me that we just had sex without a condom. “What are you doing?”
His answer is to grab the backs of my thighs and flip me over. Before I can lay my head down against the cotton sheets, he entwines my hair around his fist and pulls me up onto my knees, tilting my head to give him access to my neck. He enters me from behind, his other hand gripping the curve of my hip, his lips sucking on the sensitive spot below my ear. Unlike last time, which was rough and frenzied, this time he makes love to me nice and slow.
With my body already sensitive, I feel my orgasm surfacing once again. He releases my hair and pushes down on my back. My ass pops out farther and he sinks himself into me deeper. My cheek presses against the sheets and my eyes close as I get lost in all that is Jase.
* * *
As my eyes flutter open, the tickling sensation I feel causes my heart to expand. I breathe out a soft sigh as I allow myself to remember the last time I woke up to Jase drawing across my skin. The last time I thought it was a bug crawling on me, but now I know it’s the feeling of the pen running along my flesh.