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I shivered, and Jasper frowned. “Damn. I was joking about the hypothermia. How cold are you?”
“I’m good.” I nudged him with my shoulder. “But you could pick up the pace.”
He’d taken off his boots when we came into my apartment, and now he leaned over and whisked away his socks. “Ta dah!”
Two could play that game. I removed mine too and dropped them onto the carpet. “Next.”
“You have an unusually bossy streak. I like seeing you confident.” He stole a kiss that threatened to unhinge me. “But I need to go slow now.” Holding my gaze throughout, he popped the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. I saw the outline of his dick in his boxer briefs, but then he began the process of dragging the denim down over his legs.
“Can I help?”
“No. I’m good, thanks.” The thick fabric seemed to catch on something underneath. The brace? He worked his legs clear, and I caught a glimpse of black nylon webbing wrapped tight around his left calf. A shadow crossed his face, visible even in the dim light. “How d’you feel about going on top?”
I hated it. Hated the way my tits jiggled and belly wobbled. I hesitated, and Jasper pulled a face.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ve got restricted movement, but we can work around it.” He palmed my breasts, and they immediately perked up. “I have this fantasy of you riding me while I play with these, but if that’s not your thing, it’s cool.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss around each nipple, and I shivered again, this time from delight. “It’s your turn, by the way,” he said.
My turn? Of course. He’d distracted me to the point where I forgot I was still half-dressed. I unfastened my jeans and wriggled out of them, then sat up and sucked in my stomach. It lasted for all of two seconds.
Jasper kissed me, and I forgot everything but the feel of his lips on mine. I didn’t remember lying down, but within moments, we were entwined on the bed.
“If you don’t have a condom, I have one stashed in my wallet,” said Jasper.
“It’s okay. I’ve got this.” I could just reach the bedside drawer, and I grabbed the box I knew to be in there. With a confidence I didn’t feel, I tore away the cellophane and cardboard, and dropped one little packet on the pillow before I put the box away.
“Mm hmm. Where were we?” Jasper cupped my cheeks and kissed me again. “Oh yeah. I think it’s your turn, again. Panties off, please.”
The lantern only cast a dim glow, and he’d seen most of me. I complied. “Now you.”
Holding my gaze, Jasper shoved his boxers down to his thighs, and then further. To save him hurting himself, I helped slide the fabric away, and he lay there wearing only a huge smile.
His dick was hard, a bead of pre-cum clinging to the tip. I leaned forward and swiped my finger through the stickiness, before lifting it to my mouth and sucking it clean.
Jasper groaned. “You’re killin’ me here.” He cupped a hand around my neck and pulled me in, to crash his lips to mine. It was hot and urgent, and all kinds of needy. I felt wanted. Desired. Self-consciousness flew out of the window, and I reveled in the feel of his hands on my skin and his tongue in my mouth.
I didn’t want to wait. I tore open the condom packet with unsteady fingers and gave the rubber to Jasper. It was the work of moments, and I straddled him where he lay on the bed, cock in his fist.
“Caitlin,” he whispered. “You are fucking gorgeous.”
In that moment, I felt it. I pushed down hard onto him, and gasped at the sensation of him filling me so thoroughly. I leaned forward to rake my teeth across his lower lip. “You’re gorgeous too.”
Jasper made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. He held my hips and lifted me higher, sliding almost to the tip before I drove down again, taking it all in one slick movement. I rode him, but even while I was on top, he took control back. He caught my hands and placed them on my breasts, cupping them together. “You are beyond hot when you do that,” he whispered. “So fuckin’ sexy.”
I didn’t care that they jiggled with each move. Jasper liked them.
He watched me through half-lidded eyes, a look of fierce concentration on his face. When he slipped one hand between my legs and fingered my clit, I cried out. When I came, it was like a nuclear explosion—from nowhere to a million degrees, in the blink of an eye. Sweet Jesus, it was mind-blowing.
Jasper rode the storm, held off until my spasms finished, and then exploded into me with a muffled cry of his own.
That, I thought, as I came back to earth. That’s what sex is all about.