Free Jase by MariaLisa deMora Page A

he promised, whispering against her mouth. “Have you all memorized. Everything. I’m up for it.” He thrust his hard cock against her hip to emphasize this fact. “No worries about that part. Ready for an all-nighter, baby.”
    Laughing, she reached up and plucked the condom wrappers from where he dropped them, sliding one underneath the pillow and bringing the other to her mouth, tearing it open with her teeth. She kicked the comforter off them and scooted up in bed, telling him, “Slide up a minute.”
    He complied, rolling to his back, and she kicked the covers the rest of the way off the bed, leaving them lying together on an expanse of soft cotton. Grasping his erection in one hand, she brought her mouth to him, surprising him by taking the swollen crown inside, rolling her tongue around the sensitive rim and teasing the tiny slit. His eyes slammed closed and his head tipped back against the pillows, mouth falling open with an audible moan. “Ah, God, baby.”
    Her fingers traced his lips teasingly and he drew them into his mouth, sucking hard and moaning again when he tasted the slick, spicy fluid covering them. Oh, God, she put her fingers in…God. The head of his cock bumped the back of her throat and it closed around him as she swallowed, then pulled back. Inside…and is feeding it to me. He lost her fingers as she withdrew them, chasing them for a moment with questing lips, then she touched his cock, wrapping her fingers firmly around him as she rolled the condom down his length. She’ll kill me if she keeps this up.
    He moved back down in the bed, determined to regain control, and firmly covered her body with his own. Gripping her hands, he threaded his fingers through hers and pressed them into the mattress at either side of her head. “You are a vixen,” he accused with a smile, pushing one knee between her thighs, forcing her legs open so he could slip between them, pressing pelvis to pelvis. “Distracting me again, this is my workplace , woman. Let me work.”
    She hummed, tipping her head back as a look of sublime peace crossed her face. He thrust once, twice, rubbing the length of his cock between her lips and up over her clit, stealing another gasp from her with a kiss. “Ready for me, baby?” he asked softly, resting his forehead against hers, waiting for her response. When it failed to come, he continued, “I think you are. Ready for me, ready to take all of me. Do you like soft and slow, baby? Hard and fast?”
    “I want everything with you.”
    He breathed deliberately, controlled. “Are you…” he drew a breath, “…ready…” he breathed out slowly, “baby?”
    Nodding, she kissed him, whispering against his lips, “Everything.”
    He closed his eyes, smiling, and tipped his hips, effortlessly aligning his cock with her opening and slowly easing inside. With measured, even strokes, he teased his way, releasing one hand to reach down between their bodies and rub lightly on her clit. She was invitingly open and wet, and so tight once he was seated all the way inside. God, so fucking tight and hot . The drag and draw of his cock inside her was so good he nearly lost his rhythm for a moment, having to bite down hard on his bottom lip, forcing himself to focus on her responses.
    He heard her take a rushed, indrawn breath, then she held it for the barest moment before allowing it to trickle out. His gaze scanned her face, watching the way she gripped her lips between her teeth, once again containing quiet cries. Her hands roamed restlessly across his body as if she had been long starved for the feeling of flesh under her fingers and now found herself seated at a buffet of sensation, unable to decide what to touch first.
    “God, you are so soft. I could touch you for days.” He delighted in the feeling of her inner thighs against the outside of his legs, her hips cradling him in heat . His fingers drew circles and lines on skin that was creamy and soft, and then she moved and shifted