Leah shimmied out of the dress and bra, but when she started to turn toward him, he stopped her.
Jason’s palm found her stomach as he pulled her toward him, his hard chest firm against her back.
Teasing fingers stroked along her belly, the edge of his little finger skimming just under the edge of her underwear before pulling back, his thumbs rubbing along the underside of her breasts, testing their heavy weight without giving her what she needed.
Teasing. He’d always liked to tease.
In response, Leah arched her back, rubbing the curve of her butt against the hard ridge of his cock, smiling when he swore roughly.
Two could play at this game.
She let her head fall back on his shoulder, even as her hands slid up the front of his thighs, her nails digging into the firm muscles, only to skate away before touching the part of him that was hard and ready for her.
His big palms closed over her breasts, and they both moaned as his hands lifted them, his fingers plucking at the peaks just hard enough so that she cried out with a sharp moan.
“You feel so good,” he said against her neck, pinching her nipples lightly. “So fucking good.”
Leah was panting now, needing more. She gripped his wrist, trying to pull it downward, but he resisted with a soft laugh. “Not yet, baby. Not until you’re begging.”
He turned her around then, bending his knees, his eyes locking on hers as he gave her nipple a quick flick with his tongue, only to pull back and blow gently.
Leah gasped, and he grinned evilly as he moved forward again, pressing soft kisses everywhere but on the tip until finally, she gripped his hair and guided him where she wanted him.
“Yes,” he whispered before she pressed the tip of her breast into his waiting, wet mouth.
Her breath caught as she glanced down. His eyes had closed, his eyelashes impossibly dark, his cheeks forming little hollows as he sucked her.
She’d missed this. God how she missed the way they were. It had never been just touch with them. It had been the sights and the sounds and the very essence of the other person.
Jason repeated the same loving treatment on the other breast as her fingers continued to tangle in his soft, dark hair, whispering words of encouragement as he worshipped her.
His hands rested on her waist as he lowered all the way to his knees, his fingers hooking on the edge of her thong but nothing more, as he once again met her eyes.
Leah nodded, but he only lifted his eyebrows. “Say it. Out loud.”
She groaned. “Jason.”
He moved his hands slightly, his thumbs stroking the seam of her through the soaked satin of her panties. “You want me to take your pretty panties off, Leah?”
She nodded.
He slipped a thumb under the lace edge, just barely. Teasing her. “You want me to touch you right here?”
“God. Yes. Please.”
His finger disappeared and she moaned. “Still waiting to hear it.”
She swallowed and looked down, meeting his eyes. “I want you to take my panties off.”
“Good girl,” he said, running his index finger over her wet slit. “And then what?”
Her want made her brave. “Touch me. Lick me.”
It was all he needed. Rough hands jerked her thong down, but when Leah would have moved to step out of them, he slid a warm hand around to palm her ass, pulling her forward against his waiting mouth.
Leah cried out as his tongue found her center, licking her with wet, slick strokes, up and down. He slid a finger into her, then a second, his fingers pumping in exactly the right rhythm as his mouth closed around her clit, sucking it gently as he worked it over with his tongue in short, perfect strokes.
Her orgasm came so fast, so strong, that she didn’t have a chance to prepare mentally or physically before she was bucking against his mouth, her cries mingling with his quiet groans of encouragement.
Just when her knees would have buckled, he stood, wrapping a firm arm around her waist before guiding her to the bed.
He pushed her down. Sit.
She did, watching as he quickly tugged off the tie she’d already loosened and peeled off his white dress shirt.
He watched her the entire time, his eyes locked hungrily on her naked body.
“Don’t you move, Red,” he growled as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. “Don’t you dare move.”
She shook her head. She wouldn’t. She was here tonight, all the way. Tomorrow . . . tomorrow was a different story.
But tonight, she wanted this. Needed this one last night with him.
Then, perhaps, she could let him go.
Jason kicked his pants aside before standing tall and proud before her, his cock as hard and long and as perfect as she remembered.
He started to move forward to place a knee on the bed beside her, but she stopped him with a hand against his hip.
Her eyes met his as she dipped her head forward, placing a soft kiss on the velvety tip of his cock.
Jason swore, his hands tangling in her hair.