Dear God!His cock strained at its confines, and he hurried to undress himself the rest of the way. Merry unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the carpet. She stepped out of it just as Jason straightened. A red G-string met his gaze.
“Damn, Merry. You’rekillingme.” He tackled her. After they landed and bounced a couple of times, she giggled.
“Then prepare to die, because I’ve barely started.” With that, she unhooked her matching bra.
He growled and slid his arms around her to take it off. As soon as that barrier was removed, he lowered his head to the breast nearest him. He licked it mercilessly before taking the hard, distended nipple into his mouth to suck. She arched and a low moan of pleasure emanated from her mouth as she clutched his shoulders.
His fingers trailed down her soft skin and hooked her tiny thong. Sliding it off, he opened her to many more pleasurable possibilities. Overcome by sensations, he nipped her other breast and suckled deeply as she undulated beneath him.
His hand found her mons and cupped it possessively.Mine. All mine.The building fire inside roared in his ears. He’d never felt anything like this. Amazed and dazzled by the irrational effect she had on him, he’d stop at nothing to win her over. Expensive gifts, weekends in Paris. All the things he told himself she’d see right through, he’d offer anyway.
His whole body burned with the need to couple, and soon. Her body churned restlessly against his as if she felt it too.
“Merry, I want… no I need…” his breath hitched, and he could barely speak.
“What do you need, lover?” she asked, her voice soothing as silk.
“I need… you. All of you.”
There. He’d acknowledged his deep desire to merge with her as one. Sex was part of it, yes, but his heart and soul were on the line too. He gazed into her eyes, hoping she’d see the full truth of his few words.
She stared back at him without blinking, then puckered up. Jason assaulted her mouth with all the passion a kiss could convey. He wanted to venerate her. To sear her with his brand as a sign that she was his—allhis. She squirmed and he realized he could be frightening her.
He broke the kiss reluctantly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rough. It’s just that…” He began to shake and couldn’t finish his sentence.
“Jason, are you all right?”
“No. I need to be inside you.Now.”
With a look of concern, she opened her legs. Even though he wished he didn’t have to rush her, sweet relief flowed over him like cool water. He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her to the hilt. He moaned as she cried out.
“Oh, God! Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Her shallow breaths begged to differ.
“I’m so sorry.” He kissed her softly and waited for a go ahead sign before he began the familiar rhythm of joining.
“I’m fine. Really.”
He kissed her again. “I love you,” he said as he withdrew and thrust. “I’ll always love you.”
She closed her eyes but didn’t answer, not that he hadasked or even implied a question. He kissed her neck, shoulder, temple, and nipped her earlobe as he rocked back and forth. He finally closed his eyes too and reveled in the feeling of her channel tugging on his cock as if she wanted to keep him deep inside of her.
He felt his orgasm building to a fevered peak. His rhythm had accelerated. When did that happen? He slammed in and out of her, all the while trying to maintain control and losing.
“Merry!” he cried and jerked with the release of his seed in deep spurts.
She shuddered and shrieked out while climaxing at nearly the same time. He rode her until she whimpered and all the tension had drained from her body.
When she opened her eyes, they shimmered. “Jason,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”
“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”
She grinned. “If you did, you can hurt me like that again sometime.”
He nuzzled her neck and breathed in their mixed scents. Her willing commitment would happen. Shewouldbe his soon.
The next evening, Jason and Merry made their way up to the third floor to Gwyneth’s and Morgaine’s apartment. He said, “I’ll admit, I was kind of amused when you asked me to go for a tarot card reading date. But then I thought, why not? It sounds like fun.”
