Jase groaned before she reached the crown as he ran his fingers through her hair. He clenched his fists in her hair and held her head in place.
“What are you doing, Bree?”
She flicked the tip of her tongue along the slit, tasting the saltiness of his precum. “Getting creative.”
Her hand slid up along his length. Her mouth covered his head and followed her hand down to the base of his shaft. There was no way to take him fully in her mouth; he was really too long and she was no porn star, but she would do her damnedest to make it feel that way for him. She worked his cock with her mouth and hand for several minutes. Jase’s groans, his fingers massaging and fisting her hair, and his legs shifting under her drove her own arousal.
“Fuck, Bree,” Jase moaned. “I want you on my cock. Ride me, darlin’.”
Needing no further invitation, Bree kept moving her mouth up and down Jase’s cock as her other hand grabbed for the condom she had placed by his hip. Shifting her weight to her knees, Bree ripped open the wrapper while hollowing her cheeks and increasing the suction before she released Jase’s cock from her mouth. She pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it quickly down his erection before climbing over him, sliding her wet pussy back and forth over Jase’s rigid length, rubbing her clit against him and coating him with her juices.
“Quit teasing, Bree.” Jase grabbed her hips and positioned her over the tip of his cock. He brought her down as he drove his hips up, slamming into her in one hard thrust.
Bree’s head fell back as Jase used his hands to rock her hips back and forth, setting a steady pace while keeping his cock buried to the hilt. Running her hands up his abs and chest, Bree dropped her head to look at Jase. She shifted her weight and rose over Jase, allowing him to slide partway out of her hot core before sliding back down his length. Jase kept rocking her hips as she rose and fell.
Jase suddenly sat up, breaking their rhythm. One hand delved into Bree’s hair, forcing her head back as he ran his mouth up the column of her neck.
“Keep moving, Bree.” He nipped her ear lobe.
Bree closed her eyes and tilted her head toward his mouth with a groan. Running her hands up his arms and over his shoulders, she continued to roll her hips.
“I’m close,” she told him with a gasp.
He moved his mouth to her chin. “What do you need?”
“Play with my clit.”
“Look at me, Bree.” He kept his hand in her hair as he tilted her head forward and brought their faces close. “Eyes on me. I want to see you come.”
Jase wedged his other hand between their bodies and thumbed her clit.
Bree’s breath caught and she watched Jase with hooded eyes. Her blood gathered in her core. An incoherent shout escaped and she ground down on Jase as her orgasm exploded. Throwing her head back, she dug her nails into his shoulders and rode the wave of pleasure crashing through her.
Jase flipped her onto her back and hooked his arms under her knees. He thrust into her four, five times, before throwing his head back with a shout. He fell forward, slowly unhooking his arms from under her knees as he fought to steady his breathing.
She relished the weight of Jase’s body, her thoughts scattering in every direction. Jase let out another groan as she licked the space between his neck and shoulder.
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” he accused her.
She flicked her tongue again, tasting the saltiness of his skin. “I like the way you taste.”
Jase lifted his head and rested his forearms on either side of her head, smiling. “Morning.”
Bree smiled back. “Morning.”
“What brought that on?”
“You said get creative if I woke up before you.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
Bree just raised and lowered her eyebrows.
“I like how you get creative.” He lowered his head and kissed her deeply. “Shower?”
“I need to get to work.”
“We should conserve water. Shower together.”
