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Chapter Four Pt.2 [17+]

CHAPTER FOUR PART TWO: MINE

Free from desire, you realize the mystery caught in the desire, you see only the manifestations.
-Lao Tzu

Still smirking, I grip him a little tighter. "You want me to?"

Jasper giggles and pulls on my hips, sending me bouncing down over his own and feel him press up against me through my boxers, saying "Yes please." before biting the thumb of the hand I had gripping his chin.

Then, without warning, he takes my thumb into his mouth and gently sucks on it before releasing me, hand raising to grip my wrist, placing a kiss against my palm as if that makes his entire previous actions seem more innocent than it does intimate.

It definitely doesn't.

He's learned quick, that when it comes to me sweetness mixed with a hard pleasure is what's necessary to immediately rile me up, which is exactly how I treat him in bed -nice, dominating, expectant.

Jasper is almost the opposite; a bit rough, likes things done instantly and with satisfaction, and he has a dirtier mind than expected, more than once at random times just told me, "I want sex, now." and pulled me off to the bedroom.

Of course, I'm more than willing.

Even if he has his speech down well, and knows what to say and can be quite cocky outside of sex, he's much more of a bottom than I expected -even if his body tops mine most of the time. 

Honestly though, that parts not surprising. He is a... large man, after all.

A bonus, and nothing that I really able to learn otherwise, is that my tics are virtually non-existent after my body's been leveled out by an orgasm. So multiple rounds- -especially after a long or annoying tic-filled day- -are quite common.

Which isn't to say I'm using him, because I'm not, most days he's the one that asks for a round two. To me, it's just a good side effect.

Gripping his chin- -a place that is a favorite of mine to touch and lead him with- -I could care less about the spit as I angle his chin up. He lets me, and I love it.

He sits, placent and willing, letting me pin one of his wrists down as his other grips the outside of my thigh, open and clearly wanting me to touch him, wanting me.

Still, I only grip his jaw tighter and it makes his hooded eyes look up from my eyes to meet with my own. He knows, by now he knows, that before anything- -unless he's the one that starts every explicit thing we do- -I always ask.

"Yes, my star." Saying this almost teasingly before I can even get words out, he fully sits up, only to be able to press a kiss to the side of my throat. "I want to have sex with you. Actually..."

Jasper pauses, and it makes me tense, almost instantly ready to go and rip myself away from him. 

The musician's changed his mind before, and it's always a possibility and that fact doesn't escape me, especially not when he has a tendency to get overwhelmed and not realize until it's built to the point of panic.

But now, instead of pulling away or changing his mind, he wraps an arm around my hips and presses me down onto him harder, putting my full weight against him as his lips slide to the corner of my jaw.

Licking and nibbling gently, he ends up biting my earlobe before dragging his lips to my own. "Let me worship you, please. As a god, I think you'll find it quite enjoyable."

His teasing was something that always turned me on as equally it did annoy me.

"Not a god, Jasper." My words are met with a scoff that tells me he doesn't believe me, but then again I didn't expect him to. He never does. "What do you want to do?"