Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,75

hands up her body and cupped her breasts. “You’re sure?”

She moaned as his thumbs stroked her nipples, and then she tipped her head back. “Positive. Make it all go away. Replace it.”

He pinched her nipples, and she thrust her pussy forward to stroke against his cock.

“Uh-uh.” He slid her body away from his erection, putting a few inches of space between them.

She lowered her gaze to his. “Jason…” she whimpered.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember any man ever touching you before me, but I’ll do it on my terms. Understood?”

She shuddered. “Yes, Sir.” Her nipples hardened further, and she gripped his legs with her inner thighs.

“Good girl.” He cupped her breasts again, weighing them.

She sighed, resigning herself to the fact that he wasn’t in a hurry. A fast fuck was not what she was going to get tonight.

His hands slid down her body and landed on her thighs, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin close to her pussy. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stroked through her folds, making her gasp. He was moving too slow. Achingly slow. Touching her reverently as if they’d never had sex before. He explored her labia and her clit, not touching her hard enough or long enough in any one spot.

Finally, when she thought she might have to resort to begging, he thrust two fingers into her while reaching for his cock with his other hand. He stroked up and down. “Is this what you want, Libby?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Tell me.”

“Please let me fuck your cock. Right here in the tub. Let me ride you. I need you inside me so badly.” She watched as he stroked the tip with his thumb. It was so hot when he touched himself like that. He was so confident and controlling at all times.

Finally, he released his grip and lifted her by the hips. “Okay, little one. Ride me. Hands on my shoulders. I want to watch your tits bounce as you grind your pussy against my cock.”

Her mouth fell open as he let her body slowly lower over his erection until she was filled with him. It wasn’t until she was sitting against his thighs that he released her and grabbed the edges of the tub. “Ride me, Libby.”

She eagerly obeyed his demand, grabbing his shoulders and lifting herself almost off his cock before impaling herself again. God, this feels good. He rarely let her control things like this, and it nearly brought tears to her eyes when she considered why he was doing this.

He’d manipulated her into being completely under his command while giving her the reins. He was fully dominating her, but not in a way that might scare her tonight. And she loved him for it. It empowered her to fuck him harder. Faster. She lifted and lowered with so much force that water sloshed all around them.

Her arousal grew by the second, drowning out the shitshow of a day. It felt so fucking good. And when her pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him with her release, she cried out and kept pumping.

She didn’t stop until Jason grabbed her hips to steady her. She dropped her gaze to his and watched his own release reveal itself in his expression. Mouth open. Eyes unseeing. Breath hitching. And finally, that low moan he emitted every time he came.

She did that to him.

He did this to her.

When she couldn’t hold her body up any longer, she slumped against his chest as his hands roamed up and down her back. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome, little one.”

The water was growing cold, but she didn’t have the energy to move. Instead, she hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. “Please burn that dress.”

“First thing in the morning.” He chuckled.

For a long time, she continued to lie there, relaxing slowly, the tension easing from her body as his hands roamed over her. It was comforting. She knew he was waiting for her to decide when she wanted to get out, and she fought the tears of joy and love that welled up inside her. “I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you too, baby girl.”

“I might say that a lot this week.”

“I might too,” he responded. “We don’t have to keep a tally.”

She sighed heavily. “I just need a few more minutes before we get out.”

“Take all the time you want. I can hold you like this all night.” His leg shifted, and a