Page 35 of Dirty Diana
I press my forehead to his. “What exactly did you miss?”
“This.” He grips my hips with both hands and lifts me up out of the water. I hold the sides of the tub for support as he pulls me to his mouth, parting my lips with his tongue and entering me with a force I don’t expect. He moves his tongue in and out and it feels so incredible I want him to slow down but I also can’t imagine changing anything about the sensation. I press my thighs to his head, the warm water lapping against my back and onto my stomach, his stubble rough against my skin.
My head feels light and dizzy and I think he can read my mind when he moves his hands up my back and says, “I won’t let you fall.”
I open my legs wider and he slowly licks up my inner thighs, then takes his time stroking me with his tongue, varying the pressure and movement, which makes my nerve endings want to explode.
“More,” I say, but it doesn’t sound like my voice. I don’t even know where it’s coming from, somewhere so deep inside. Jasper leans back slightly, and gently pulls me with him. I’m spinning at this point but I need to feel him. I reach beneath the water and grab hold of his erection. As he sucks me, I massage him with one hand, feeling him grow even harder.
Our touches become frenzied, panicked, as if this kind of extreme pleasure won’t last and we need to keep it all in. When he moans, his lips vibrate between my legs and I’m so raw, the sensation so intense, that all I want to do is come into his mouth. And then, without warning, I feel him pulsing in my hands and it sends me nearly over the edge. But we both stop at the same moment, knowing we are seconds away from orgasm.
I lower myself back beneath the surface of the water and when I come up for air, Jasper takes my hands in his and pulls us out of the bath. I wrap us both in towels and lead him toward the bed.
He lies still while I dry him off slowly, running the towel down his body and paying special attention to his erect penis, perfectly smooth and big enough to fill me completely. My body warms with excitement thinking of him inside me.
He pulls me onto the bed and I stretch my body close to his, resting my head on his chest. When he lifts my chin, his lips graze mine. A shiver runs down my spine. I close my eyes briefly, and when I open them again, he peers into them. The diamond cut of his eyes floats in my vision while his calloused fingers trace their way down my body back to my inner thighs. I climb on top of him and pull his arms over his head and kiss the hollow of his neck, his nipples—atrail of kisses down the skin that slopes from his shoulder blades. His breath goes ragged and the sound makes me want to swallow him entirely. I sit up, resting my hips against his. With the softest part of my body, I feel how hard he is. He slides a finger into my mouth.
“Diana,” he says, his voice thick. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.”
“Tell me what you want”
I put my mouth to his ear. “I want you inside me. I want to sleep with you inside me.”
“Fuck,” he groans. I slip off him and he grabs for my hips. “Where are you going?”
I stand naked at the foot of the bed. “I want to show you.”
“God, you’re beautiful.” He grips the pillow beneath his head with both hands.
I sit in the pink-striped chair and hold his gaze. Then slowly I spread my legs, opening myself up to him. I slip a finger inside me, and he watches it disappear, in and out, his mouth slightly open. I close my eyes with the pleasure of being watched, then open them again to see him stroke himself slowly. We find our timing together. As he strokes himself all the way down to the base of his erection, I plunge a finger deep inside me, as if he’s making love to me.
“Fuck,” he moans again. “Diana. I need to be inside you.”
We’ve put it off for as long as we can handle. Our breathing fast and shallow. I walk to the bed and straddle his waist, pressing myself against the warmth of his stomach. He opens his eyes, pleadingly. “Please.”
I lean down and kiss him, breathing him in. I take him in my hand and lightly tease his erection against my opening. We both moan, aching for the same sensation.
I let go of him and spread my legs letting him know I’m ready. He kisses me hard, and I lower myself onto him. He slides deep inside me, in and out, and I’m convinced nothing in the world feels better. Then he straightens his legs and lifts his hips, just slightly off the bed, longing to be closer to me. I give him what we both want, pressing my pelvis firmly into his. The feeling of fullness, of him inside me, makes me cry out in pleasure.
Jasper sits up and wraps his arms around the small of my back. He kisses my forehead then moves to my ear, biting me gently on the lobe before whispering in my ear. “I’m so fucking happy you said yes.”
I picture myself in the snowy parking lot, trying to decide what to do. “Me too.”
He thrusts deeper into me and I arch my back, grabbing onto his legs to keep from falling onto the bed. He slides in and out of me, and we move together like this, closer and faster, until we’re both pulled under by the crashing pleasure—both our bodies climaxing then collapsing into each other.
Afterward, the room is quiet. Our bodies are still trembling. Sex shouldn’t be this good. He offers me water from the nightstand and we both take a long drink.
In the dark he says, “I want to keep you in this room forever. And never let you leave.” I smile as he drapes an arm over my belly and stretches a leg across mine. Within minutes, he’s asleep.
It’s a fitful sleep. I feel him toss in the bed, and when I finally begin drifting off, he shifts again. I open my eyes and he grins hungrily. I’m wide awake once more. He pulls me close and props himself up on an elbow. “Thank you for showing me how to touch you.” He traces a hand down my stomach. “Can I try?”
“Yes.” I spread my legs. Slowly, he moves his fingers in and out, exactly as I had done. I close my eyes and picture my own body curledaround his. “I can’t get enough of you, Diana.” And then he’s inside me, pushing deeper and harder, and we’re fucking, but this time faster, with more urgency, my fingers digging into the smooth skin of his back. When I feel him coming, everything inside me tightens again with pleasure, and something bright and blinding creeps in at the edges of my vision, as though I might pass out. Then we lie back on the bed, panting and laughing.
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At Annie’s the next day I feel drunk. I can still smell Jasper on my skin. After he went back to his room, I showered but not with soap, hoping that his smell would stay on me. On the ride to Annie’s house, he’d told me what we’d be shooting, which rooms in which order using what equipment. I was on the tour with him, wasn’t I? I realize how little I’d taken in.
