Page 100 of Body Check

Wiggling on the bed, I remove my bra and underwear while he works at his belt. The suit pants are pushed haphazardly down his thick thighs, revealing his hard cock, barely contained by boxer briefs.

I rummage in his nightstand for a condom and lube, so we don’t have to fumble around later.

Jason rolls over, scooping me into his arms, his front pressed to my back. “Love you,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.

“I love you, too.” Saying the words isn’t as scary as I thought. Instead, I feel… at peace. I love him, and he loves me, and the world didn’t end, and I didn’t break out in hives. We’re officially official with work, so neither of our jobs are at risk.

Our only job now is to be happy. I think I can deal with that.

“Sit on my face, baby,” he says. “Let me make you feel good.”

I don’t hesitate. I turn in the circle of his arms, pressing on his shoulder until he’s flat on his back, and then I’m climbing up to the pillows. Straddling his head, I hover in position, my heart thudding loudly in my chest.

His hands on my hips pull me down roughly, until his mouth brushes my pussy, and then I finally relax. This is where I belong. In this bed, with this man. This is where I want to be.

He licks and sucks at my center, and Jason’s lips are soft, his rough stubble scraping the inside of my thighs. I absolutely love it. He eats me like he’s starving, like he’s been salivating for this moment.

My thighs start to shake, and even holding onto the headboard for support, I’m trembling.

“Let go,” he murmurs against my pussy. “Don’t fight it.”

So, I close my eyes, throw my shoulders back, and ride the waves of pleasure. Bright white light erupts behind my eyelids as I crest the peak.

Jason licks me clean, rubbing his hands over my thighs as I come down.

When it gets to be too much, I lift myself off of him, collapsing onto my side.

He looks entirely too smug, his mouth glistening with the evidence of my desire. Turning his head to look at me, he reaches a hand out, and I slide my fingers into his.

“Good?” he asks.

“Shut up. You know you’re good at that.” My snap is teasing, affectionate.

His eyes crinkle when he smiles. “I was asking if you’re good. You’re okay?”

“Yeah, Jase. I’m good.”

He squeezes my fingers, and as I catch my breath, I drink in the sight of him. His cut shoulders, strong chest, and defined abs are as muscular as ever. If he retires, if he takes this new job, will he soften a bit? I kind of like the idea of him with a soft belly. I like the muscles, sure. But I just like him. Whatever his muscle tone and body fat percentage, I’ll still love him just the same.

Shifting in the bed, I straddle his waist, his condom-covered cock directly in front of my clit. I rut against him, rubbing myself along the underside of his shaft, and he lets out a shuddery breath.

“Amelia,” he groans, his hands moving to my hips.

“Yes?” I tease, my lips curving into a satisfied smile.

“You’re killing me.”

“Oh, we can’t have that now.” Rising onto my knees, I position his cock at my entrance, slowly sinking down onto him.

The groan he lets out rattles through me.

“I had a thought.”

He grunts. “Oh?”

“One benefit of the vasectomy,” I tell him, breathing hard. “You can come inside me all you want.”

Buried within me, his cock jerks, and he lets out a hiss through his teeth as his eyes darken, the pupils nearly fully eclipsing the chocolate irises. “You’d let me?”