Page 51 of Body Check

But Jason follows me, molding his body against my back. His erection presses into my ass, but he doesn’t make any attempt to grind it into me. He wraps his arm around my torso, his hand on my ribcage, just beneath my breasts.

“Talk to me, Amelia.”

“I just… thoughts. I had thoughts.”

He presses a kiss on the back of my neck. “Bad thoughts?”

“No. They were… insecurities. Things I don’t really want to verbalize right now.”

Or ever.

“How can I reassure you? How can I prove that I want you?”

“You could fuck me.”

He goes still.

“Amelia…”

“Fuck me stupid, actually, is what I asked for.” I heave an exaggerated sigh. “But if you don’t want to follow through…”

His hand slides from my ribs to between my legs, cupping me there.

“That’s not what this is. Not at all.”

“Then, what is it?”

“I don’t want to do this, if you’re not into it.” Jason strokes his fingers through my folds, but makes no attempt to enter me. “I don’t want empty, meaningless sex. I want you.”

Carefully, I turn in the circle of his arms.

“Then, fuck me,” I whisper.

His lips crash down onto mine, and it’s just as electric as every other kiss has been. He gets under my skin, digging in and pressing on all of my insecurities.

With a gasp, he breaks the kiss, then rolls away. Rummaging in the nightstand, he comes up with a condom and a bottle of lube. As I watch, he suits up, and then liberally applies the lube. I’m plenty wet, but there’s no such thing as too much lube. And given it’s been a while for me…

I move to the center of the bed, and he joins me there, his cock bobbing. He notches the head at my entrance, and I tense.

He freezes. “What is it?”

Swallowing, I admit, “It’s my first time since Ainsley. Just… go slow.”

His face softens. “Always.”

Dropping forward onto his elbows, he kisses me, slow and deep. And when I finally relaxed, melting into him, he slides inside me. I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in his neck. His scent immediately calms my racing heart, his body a weighted blanket soothing my overstimulated synapses.

Ohhhhh fuck. This is even better than I imagined. My cunt pulses around him, adjusting to his size. He gives me time to breathe through it.

Our bodies are connected in the most intimate way possible, but it’s more than the physicality of it. It’s more than pure, unbridled lust. Sure, we have that in spades. All he’s offering me is one night; I don’t get any more of him. Not if I want to keep my job.

But as he fucks me with firm, steady strokes, it becomes more and more difficult to remember why that’s so important. Financial independence? A healthy self-worth? Who needs those things when I can spend all my time being speared by the hockey captain’s massive cock? I could be his on-demand cock sleeve, ready and waiting in his bed at all hours of the day.

It’s a fantasy. It’s not real life. It’s not something I want for myself, even in the deepest confines of my mind. It’s fun to think about, but I’m not cut out for a true submissive sexual connection.

Jason lifts my hips off the bed, supporting my body weight and changing the angle until he hits the spot that makes me moan, my skin breaking out in goosebumps.

“There it is,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my temple.