How the Hitman Stole Christmas - Sam Mariano Page 0,66
silently. I accuse, I barter…
He pushes forward anyway, shoving the tip of his bare cock into my body.
“Jasper,” I gasp, my hold on him tightening with desperation. “Jasper, don’t…”
He ignores my utterance, driving forward with one sure thrust.
I cry out in shock as he forces his way in, but some measure of relief pours through me too, weakening my spine and easing the tension from my muscles.
Jasper is inside me now.
I don’t have to fight anymore. I don’t have to decide—he did it for me.
I’m so relieved. I curl against him, absently pressing my lips against his shoulder.
It’s probably a mistake, but it’s done now.
He doesn’t move for a moment, letting my body adjust to the massive intrusion.
Pleasure tingles from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. I feel so full with him inside me.
Jasper works his fingers through my hair as I draw in a few labored breaths. Once he has my head cradled in his hand, he gently pulls me back so he can look at my face and check on me.
I see a question in his eye, a question he’ll never ask: was that okay?
I’m still not sure, but I have no desire to punish him.
Smiling faintly, I lean in and give him a soft kiss on the lips.
It’s all the answer he needs.
The flicker of being not entirely sure passes. He lets go of my hair so he can grab onto my ass. Just like that, he’s back in charge, and I’m glad.
Pleasure shudders through me again as he pulls back, creating delicious friction against my feminine walls.
He’s not gentle as he enters me again, but I’m ready for it this time. My back arches and my eyes drift closed. My breaths slip out of me noisily, demanding to be heard as he rocks into me, filling me with his cock.
Damn, that feels good.
I rock my hips, too, and it only takes us a minute to find the perfect rhythm. It’s like our bodies were made for this.
Jasper groans, the sound emanating from his throat and vibrating through my body as he thrusts into me again. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy…”
Whatever he wanted to tell me, he can’t finish. He picks up the pace, more merciless with every stroke. I’m thankful for his hands on my ass—it’s the only thing keeping me from being slammed against the wall every time he slams into me.
We’re not under the shower spray yet, but both heads are spraying out hot water, so the glass surrounding us is completely fogged up, the whole stall filled with steam. Jasper’s skin is slippery with perspiration, making him harder to hold onto.
I’m confused—and disappointed—when after a few minutes, Jasper suddenly pulls out of me. He plants his thigh between my legs, then slowly eases me down until I’m standing on my own two feet again.
I look up at him in question, but he only murmurs, “Turn around.”
I do.
“Plants your hands on the wall and bend over.”
My heart thuds with uncertainty, but I do as he says.
I start when Jasper’s hands graze my butt cheeks, squeezing and caressing as he moans appreciatively. “You have a phenomenal ass.”
My cheeks flush with pleasure. “Thank you.”
Water trickles across the floor around my feet. Bent over this way, I can see his feet too, so I’m anticipating his touch when he takes hold of my hips and aligns them with his. He lets go with just one hand, only long enough to guide his cock to my entrance, then he grabs on again as he slowly pushes into me.
He moves at a leisurely pace for the first few thrusts. He shifts my position a lot, but only a teeny bit each time. I get the impression he’s trying to learn my body, learn which angles feel the best.
It’s the most pleasurable studying I can imagine. I close my eyes and soak up the feeling of Jasper moving inside me, even if it’s not in direct pursuit of an orgasm. Every stroke feels so nice.
He must complete his study before long, because he adjusts his position and picks up the pace. It feels great as he finds a steady rhythm, but then he uses his hands on my hips to slightly shift my position, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through me so sharply, so unexpectedly, I lose my grip on the wall.
I quickly replant my hand, but my whole body shakes and it’s hard to hold on.