Free Anita Blake 23 - Jason by Laurell K. Hamilton Page A

and hand him the condoms, when he said, “Stay there.”
    “What?”
    “Stay right there.”
    “Why?” I moved enough to glance back over my shoulder at him. His eyes were open now, and they’d bled from human blue to his wolf’s pale green. Something about what I was doing had excited him. I started to ask,
What?
and then realized the teddy had worked up around my waist, so I was nude from the waist down except for the stilettos, and his view was of my ass.
    “I take it we’re doing doggy style,” I said.
    “Oh, yeah,” he said, and his voice was a little lower, maybe with his beast, or maybe just the testosterone that can rush through men at certain moments.
    Nathaniel took the condoms from me and handed one to Jason. He unwrapped it, tossed the wrapper off the bed, and began sliding it on. Just watching him putting it on tightened things low in my body and made me fight not to offer him my ass like I was in heat. If it had just been the three of us, I probably would have, but with J.J. watching it felt a little slutty, or animalistic; either way, not in front of company.
    “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, and it took me a second to realize he wasn’t talking to me.
    J.J. said, “Don’t you dare stop now, I loved watching her go down on you.”
    He smiled at her and turned, with the smile changing slightly as he looked down at me. “Do it, Anita, just do it, don’t hold back.”
    I thought I knew what he meant, because I let myself arch my ass up toward him, my upper body staying against the bed, face buried against the pillows.
    “God, I love it when you do that.”
    He ran his hands gently across me, until I writhed for him, wanting him to finish what we’d started. He angled himself toward me, and then used his hands to move my hips slightly so the tip of him could find my opening. Just the feel of him entering me brought a soft sound from me. I loved the feeling of that first push inside.
    “Wet, but so tight,” he breathed as he pushed his way inside, and there was that moment when he was buried as deep inside me as he could get and I felt his body pressed as close against mine as he could get. I loved just knowing that we were married as close as it was possible to be; there was just something about it that floated my boat up, down, and sideways.
    He began to pull himself out and then push in, finding a rhythm that was fast, but not as fast as he could be, and nowhere near as rough. I was about to tell him to be rougher, but he found just the right angle and began to pump himself over that sweet spot inside me. I didn’t want to protest; I just pressed my face into the pillows and gave myself over to the growing sensation of it. I could feel the delicious weight of the orgasm building as Jason went in and out, over and over that one spot that wasn’t actually that far inside, but you just had to find the right angle, and he’d found it.
    My breathing started to speed up, and then from one stroke of his body to the next he spilled me over the edge and I was screaming my orgasm into the pillow, driving my body up onto him, as if in the throes of the orgasm I wanted to fuck him faster, harder. He didn’t fight what I wanted, just grabbed my hips so that he could get a better hold to pound himself into me, because that’s what he did. While I was still riding the orgasm he started fucking me as hard and fast as he could, so that our bodies slapped together. He held my hips tighter so I could no longer move against him, and it was all his body driving us together with a sound as if someone were slapping flesh against flesh, as hard and fast as he could manage it. He was faster and stronger than human-normal, so that was pretty damn fast and hard.
    I raised my face out of the pillows so my screams of pleasure were louder, echoing off the headboard, as Jason brought me again and again, and only when my screams had faded to small whimpering sounds of pleasure and I’d started to go