Page 80 of Into The Green

"I don't want to be useful," I said, shaking my head.

"But you also don't want to be completely human anymore either," he told me. "Don't even try to deny it, I can feel it."

"Yeah, I forgot to get that black moonstone I guess," I said with an eye roll then felt myself smile at being able to be annoyed by him again.

"Well then it's good luck that I didn't," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black tumbled stone.

I reached for it, curling my hand around it for a second, then putting it down. I didn't want to hide from him. "It's been three months since I've had you in my head. I kind of learned to miss it," I admitted.

"Oh, yeah? Anything else you missed about me?" he asked, fingers dancing up my bare thighs, toying with the hem of my towel.

I felt a spark at his touch, coursing upward and igniting desire deep in my core. Sometimes, it felt like it had just been hours since he was inside me. Sometimes it felt like years, like maybe I had imagined it, that it never happened.

"It happened," he said, dropping down onto his knees and reaching behind his back for his shirt. He dragged the material up, exposing his toned stomach then his chest. The letters had healed, no longer looking fresh, ragged, and painful. They were a reddish shade of pink, raised, but no longer anything but what they were- scars. "And now something else is going to happen," he told me, grabbing my knees and tugging slightly, making me slide forward on my seat. "Lie back," he said, his voice sexy-rough, his meaning unmistakable. "Cece," he said when I just sat there dumbly. I looked down to see him leaning down, planting a kiss on the inside of my knee. "I've done very little but sit around at night thinking about tasting you, about being inside you again. Every night for months. I don't want to wait another minute. So lie back."

And, well, yeah.

I scooted forward a bit more to give me enough room to go flat on my back. As soon as I did, Jasper reached up and pulled at the tuck I made by my breasts. He exposed me slowly, like unwrapping the last birthday present, like he wanted to savor the moment. The air in the car, the feeling of the scratchy towel, and Jasper's fingers brushing under the swells of my breasts had my nipples hard and straining. His hands moved up and cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until I let out a small gasp at the contact. His eyes heated as his hands trailed down over my belly, across my hips, then down my thighs. He grabbed my knees and pressed them upward and open, trailing his fingertips up my inner thighs in a way that sent a rush of desire to my core. He leaned forward, kissing up the trail his fingers had blazed.

Then his lips were on me, his tongue tracing up my cleft and finding my clit easily, working over it in lazy, impossibly sweet strokes. His lips closed around the sensitive bud, sucking in a soft pulse-like motion, making my hand slam down on the back of his head, holding him to me, begging for more. And Jasper wasn't in a teasing mood. He was in the mood to show me just how much he had been thinking about having his tongue and lips on me. His teeth brushed over me, making me jolt at the pain-pleasure mix that had me letting out a surprised moan. He rumbled his approval against me as his tongue started to work me faster, more unrelenting.

His lips closed around my clit again, humming an intoxicating vibration through me as his tongue pressed me hard, making me cry out his name as my body jolted with an orgasm that made me see white for a moment, my legs shaking, my breath getting caught in my chest, everything about me washed in the sensations.

Jasper lifted up, planting his chin right under my belly button, watching me, waiting for me to come back down. When I looked down, he gave me a somewhat lazy smile. "Better than I imagined," he said, pushing up, his chest brushing up my belly, my breasts, settling heavy on top of me, his lips a mere inch from mine. "You with me?" he asked, watching my eyes which were, no doubt, as hazy as they felt.

"Always," I said, watching as his eyes deepened slightly.

"Good, 'cause I have plans for you," he said, giving me a wicked little smile.

"All talk," I said, giving him a smirk.

"All talk, huh?" he asked, pushing up, making me let out a small objection that only made him chuckle as he stood, reaching into his pocket for a wallet, pulling out a condom, then tossing the billfold somewhere to the side. Watching me, he reached for his waistband and pushed his pants off his hips. I pushed myself up, my sex clenching at the sight of his hard cock. The memory of how he felt inside me flooded my system. I reached out, touching his hip, pulling him forward. I tilted my head up, looking up at his head ducked, his eyes heavy, anticipating.

I reached out, closing my hand around him, stroking down to the base and slowly leaning forward, running my tongue over the head, already slick with desire, tasting him, taking him in. My lips closed around him, the groan he let out settling with a shiver deep inside me, knowing his pleasure was at my mercy, high on that power. I worked him slowly as his hand went behind my neck, fisting in my hair, tightening each time I stroked back upward and ran my tongue over him, teasing the sensitive spot right under the head.

"Fuck honey," he said, his hand yanking hard on my hair as I continued to take him, faster, deeper, twisting my head as I moved. "Okay... enough," he said, pulling hard enough to make his cock slide out of my mouth. His hand stroked down my cheek before I lost his touch so he could rip open the condom foil and protect us. He gave me a devilish little grin as he reached out and held me under my chin, pulling me to my feet by it. "I've had a long time to think about how I wanted to fuck you next..."

"Did you make a decision?" I asked as he pulled my body flush up against him, my belly doing a delicious little quiver at the contact.

"Nope," he said, shaking his head a little gravely. "So I guess I am going to have to take you every way I have thought about," he said, reaching down, snagging my knee, and hiking it up. He slammed inside me in one hard thrust, filling me completely. "Fuck yeah," he growled, slamming his forehead to mine for a second. He reached down, grabbing my other knee and pulling me completely off my feet. My hands went around his neck, holding on, as he started sliding me up and down his cock. My back slammed against the cold wall of the train as his thrusts got faster, harder. He drove me upward hard and fast, my insides tightening around him as I got closer. "Nope," he said, dropping my legs suddenly and pulling out of me.

My hands tightened on his neck, not trusting my legs to hold me. "You suck," I grumbled, pressing my thighs together to ease the ache inside.

Jasper made a rumbling sound, grabbing my hips and turning me, pushing me forward over one of the seats, flattening my face against the leather as he slammed inside me from behind, making me take him deeper, hitting my top wall and drawing out a ragged moan as he thrust, raking over my G-spot until my moans became gasps. His hands went into my hair, wrapping it around his hand and pulling hard as my orgasm slammed through me almost violently, making me collapse downward. His body followed mine, his hand going around my belly, pulling me against his chest and spreading my legs wide on either side of his, rocking into me slow and intoxicating, making one orgasm build on the down slide of another.

"I can't," I said, my body starting to shake slightly, overwhelmed.

"Remember what I told you?" he asked, making me shake my head, too overcome to think properly. "I said I was going to fuck you until you swore you couldn't take anymore," he said, his words getting rough. He was getting close too. "And then I am going to prove you can," he promised, sliding out of me again. His arm went around my lower back, pushing me down onto the frigid floor, the cold shocking over my exposed skin. He grabbed my legs, pressing them into my chest as he slammed inside me again. Then he was fucking me, plain and simple. His thrusts were so hard, they were borderline savage, making it hard to even suck in a breath as I took him deep over and over, my entire body jolting with each slam forward. He grabbed my ankles, dragging my legs up straight and spreading them onto each of his shoulders, one hand moving between us to work my clit, the other pressing down on my lower stomach, making me feel him even more intensely as he started groaning, his thrusts burying with a deep pinch each time. His finger pressed down hard on my clit and I simply... shattered.

"Fuck yeah," he growled, thrusting a few more times before planting as deep as I could take him and jerking upward hard as he came, making another small wave of pleasure shoot through my body that already felt completely out of my control, new and foreign to me.

"Oh my God," I gasped as soon as I could draw breath again. His body was bent half over mine, his weight pressing my legs into my chest hard as he struggled to draw breath.

"So in short," he said, giving me a weak smile, "I missed you."

Caught off guard, I let out a choked laugh, feeling a smile threaten to split my face. "I missed you too," I admitted as he lifted up enough for me to free my trapped legs and wrap them around his waist. "I really didn't think I'd see you again."

His eyes went a little sad as he pressed his lips to mine for a moment. "Now you're gonna be seeing enough of me to get sick of me."