Jasper Vale (The Edens #4)(17)

Jasper reached around my hip, his fingertips featherlight as they traced the inside of my thigh.

My entire body trembled as he moved higher, inch by torturous inch, until finally they dipped into my drenched slit.

“This body.” He nipped at the base of my neck as his finger slipped inside. “You think I didn’t like fucking you, Eloise?”

Whether it was his skilled finger or the way he growled my name, I wasn’t sure, but my toes curled into the carpet.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this pussy.” His finger eased out, shifting to my clit. “What have you done to me?”

A mewl escaped my throat as he flicked my swollen bundle of nerves. “Jasper. More.”

“You want my cock, angel?”

“Yes.” I pressed against him, tilting my hips.

His finger circled my clit again, driving me wild. Then he lined up at my entrance and, in a single thrust, buried himself to the hilt.

I cried out, my eyes squeezing shut as I adjusted to his size, savoring that stretch as my body molded around his.

“Fuck, you feel good.” His arms wrapped around my chest, trapping me in place. His hips drove him even deeper and the world faded away.

He eased out slowly, then slammed inside again. His arms loosened and he stood tall. When I shifted, trying to straighten too, his palm splayed across my spine, between my shoulders, holding me against the couch.

So I extended my arms, bracing against the back of the couch as I rose up on my toes, pushing against him. My head was already spinning, floating to the stars.

Jasper’s hands gripped me by the hips, his touch bruising.

Tomorrow, I’d have little indents, blue and black, just like I had on Sunday morning. Those marks had faded too fast, and I wanted them back.

He rocked us together, over and over, the sound of slapping skin filling the quiet house.

“Oh God, Jasper. That feels so good.”

A low groan came from his chest, the sound shooting straight to my core. The piston of his hips was perfect and each time he thrust forward, he hit that spot inside that made me shake.

The palm he had on my spine slid down my back, circling the dimples above my ass before trailing around my hip. The caress was so soft compared to the power behind his thrusts. I felt him everywhere, each cell in my body at his mercy.

He tickled my ribs.

It earned a half-laugh, half-cry. Jasper knew exactly where I needed those fingers but he was toying with me.

“Jasper,” I panted, letting go of the couch to snag his hand, bringing it between my legs.

“You want to come?”

“Yes.” My voice was a breathy plea. “Touch me.”

“Touch yourself.” He ripped his hand free of my grip, bringing it to a breast. He rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb, then he plucked. Hard.

“Ah.” My yelp bounced around the room as my fingers slid to my center.

He drove deep, stopping when he was rooted. “Feel us together.”

I obeyed, my fingers hesitant as I reached for where we were connected. I’d never done this before. I’d watched him disappear into my body on Saturday, but this . . . My eyes squeezed shut, my fingers doing the seeing.

My heart thundered, my pulse roared, as I felt his shaft and the stretch of my body around his thickness. A new shiver rolled over my shoulders.

Jasper shifted, his chest pressing against my back once more as his hand abandoned my nipple. He reached for us too, his fingers finding mine. Then he rubbed at my slick folds. “You’re dripping for me.”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Only you.”

He laced his fingers with mine, bringing them to my clit. Then he eased his cock out as his hand guided mine, circling slowly at first as his hips matched the rhythm.

Fire licked my veins as the pleasure built higher and higher. My heart raced as my limbs trembled. His thrusts hit exactly where I needed him. His fingers drove me wild. He sent me flying toward the edge until I shattered.

White stars stole my vision. Pleasure captured my breath. I broke into a thousand tiny pieces as I lost myself to the ecstasy, feeling nothing but Jasper as I came, pulse after pulse, longer and harder than I’d ever come in my life.

“Fuck me.” Jasper came on a roar, the sound dull compared to the blood rushing in my ears. His body shook against mine, all those honed muscles clenching and trembling as he poured inside me.

It took minutes, hours, to float back to earth. I was in a haze when I finally cracked open my eyes.

My hand was still threaded with Jasper’s and touching my core. His other arm had wrapped around my shoulders, holding me against him as his heart pounded against my spine.

“Wow,” I breathed.

He stood, bringing me with him and peeling me from the couch.

My hair was in my eyes. My body felt boneless, and if not for his arm, I probably would have face planted on the floor. My legs had lost all their strength.

His teeth grazed my bare shoulder as he eased out. His come leaked down my thigh, and with our hands still threaded, he touched my center.

“I’m not keeping this a secret forever,” he said. “But I’ll do it. For now.”

That sentence sobered me instantly. My eyes popped open. “How long?”

“Figure out a way to tell them, Eloise. Or I will.”

I gulped but nodded. He was right. This couldn’t continue indefinitely. “Just . . . give me a couple weeks.”