Free Jase by MariaLisa deMora Page B

with him as he rocked deeper inside her. He tried to memorize everything that made her unique, all that made this singular and memorable, and in that instant, Jase knew he would never be able to get enough of her. Never enough , he thought, so right .
    Her teeth gripped his shoulder as she bit sharply, and he thrust deep inside her in reaction to the sweet sting, his breath gasping in her ear, tongue teasing along her collarbone. “You like a little pain, baby? Little teeth? God,” he gasped again. “Me, too.”
    Curling his body around hers, his hands slid underneath her, cupping her ass and lifting to a different angle so he could stroke deeper, entering her more fully. He increased the pace, ignoring a twinge of pain in his groin.
    He whispered about her body, her touches. “God, you feel so good. Mmmm, yeah, move like that again. Oh, fuck me, baby. Everything you do feels good.” He changed pace, circling his hips with each deep thrust. “Feel my cock inside you? How we fit? Feel that velvety slip and slide?” He tightened his hands, pulling her harder against him. “My favorite kind of ride, that slip and slide. So good.” Brushing his lips across her cheek, he found her mouth and kissed her hard and desperate. “Touch me, baby. Your hands. God. So good, DeeDee. It feels like a trail of fire left behind by your hands, my skin on fire for you.” Her palms flattened against his back, the heat of their breath mixing as they kissed, his tongue twisting and pushing into her mouth, tracing the inside of her teeth, teasing against her tongue. She reacted to his words, gasping and tightening around him until he didn’t know if he could hold back much longer.
    Pleased when she jerked under him, he stroked her sides as she arched her back, her hips pulling back and then moving forward against his plunging cock. There was an increased pressure around him as she found her release, her pussy clenching his cock tightly while she shuddered underneath him. Jase gasped, letting go the tenuous grip he retained and cresting the wave with her, calling her name, “DeeDee. Baby, now. Now. Oh, God.” Pressing deep, he thrust hard, grinding the base of his cock into her clit. “So good, so fucking good.” She was matching every pulse from him with a clench of her inner muscles, drawing out his orgasm.
    Arms shaking, he slowly relaxed on top of her, his forehead pressed into the pillow next to her head, finally panting out a question when he thought he could speak coherently again. “Am I too heavy?” He knew he was, but couldn’t move yet; nonetheless, it seemed polite at least to ask, acknowledging the imposition, as it were. She surprised him with her response, nose dragging along his chest so she could lick at his nipple. He thought it was probably the only thing she could reach with him crushing her like this.
    “Not heavy. I like it,” she said quietly, her hands slowly sliding up and down his sides.
    “Gimme a minute to catch my breath. That was a great workout, good cardio,” he joked, laboriously lifting and shifting onto his elbows, their bellies and hips still pressed together. Kissing her softly, he licked his sweat off the tip of her nose, telling her, “God, baby. That was good.”
    She smiled up at him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth before agreeing softly, “Yeah, it was.”
    He was softening, so he reached down to hold the condom in place as he moved, sliding out of her with a groan. She made a complaining noise too, which made him smile. Now came the part he usually hated, the cleanup process, which was generally followed by awkward silences or stilted conversation. There was a light touch on his arm and he looked down; her hand was there, offering him a tissue. Surprised, he accepted it and wrapped up the condom, placing it on the bedside table for later disposal. He turned back in time to see her slipping out of the other side of the bed.
    Looking at him, she tapped her fingers on the edge of