I mean, the few times that I’d done anything with boys, they’d always gone comically wrong.
But I should’ve known better.
Jasper was not a man who did anything half-ass.
He always gave it his all, and he would please his woman.
He knew exactly what to do as he manipulated my hips in a rolling motion.
At just the right time, he’d press upward, and my breath would catch.
My nipples were hard, and I couldn’t stop myself from sitting up and cupping them in my hands while he expertly manipulated my body.
A groan left my lips when I pinched my nipples, and he growled at me after a few long seconds.
“Lean forward so I can taste them.”
I did as he said, my hands going to either side of his head, so that I could dangle my breasts over his face.
I’d hated my breasts since the beginning of time. They always seemed too big for my small frame. From the first moment that I could remember, I’d strapped them down under two sports bras from the moment that I woke up to the moment I went to bed. But in the sanctity of my own home…
And now he was worshipping them, licking and sucking my nipples into his mouth like they were the best thing on earth.
I didn’t know where to focus.
Didn’t know what to do.
Honestly, I was just along for the ride as he fucked me into a different realm.
Pleasure like I’d never experienced before started to slither through me, slow at first until it ramped up to unbearable.
I was so lost in the unexpected that I didn’t know what the feeling was until it took me over completely.
I cried out, my eyes squeezing so tightly closed that I saw stars.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, his lips tickling against my nipple. “That’s it. Ride me.”
I did, awkwardly at first until I was slamming myself down in such a way that our skin was slapping together.
The scream that left my throat would’ve woken him had he been at home.
But, thank my lucky stars, he was here, inside me, showing me everything that I’d been missing for my entire life.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “That’s it. Keep going. You’re gonna keep riding it.”
I did, though I was unsure how since my body had ceased being my own.
He rolled me onto my back, and the rest was taken out of my hands.
His cock slammed into me hard after that, taking that lovely orgasm he’d just given me and magnifying it tenfold.
My voice was hoarse from screaming by the time that I’d come down from my second orgasm.
He slowed to a stop and pressed deep, a grunt leaving his throat as all the air swept out of his lungs.
His cock jerked inside of me, and my eyes closed as I felt him fill me up with hot jets of his cum. Everything felt sticky when he all but collapsed on top of me.
My sweat. His. His juices. Mine.
