When She Is No Longer Mine «Jason McCann & Justin Bieber»

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Nezther (back home)

I shut off the lights, making the candles glow stronger. I smile as I approach Jason. He sleeps with his feet crossed, heals resting on the ground. His hands hold his head against the back of the couch. I gently place myself on his lap.

Leaning down, I press my lip to his cheeks softly. I continue to distribute the small kisses against his cheek and neck. He lets out a small groan, looking down at me.

"Come here," he tilts my chin up. I suck lightly on his bottom lip as we kiss. "Candles?" He breathes out as I kiss along his jawline. He hums lightly, cupping my bum. Jason pushes me up slight. "Baby, kiss my lips," he whispers.

I move up to kiss him on the lips. His gentle hands glide along my arms and back. I grip his shoulders firmly, making sure he knew he was mine. Our kisses were soon interrupted by the need to remove clothing. I toss off my shirt to expose my naked top half. He smiles warmly as I lift his off by the hem. I stand up to quickly slide off my loose fitting sweatpants, which I had decided on wearing no panties either. Jason smirks as his eyes rake over my body in the dark.

I watch whilst he lifts his butt off the couch to slide off his pants and boxers. He motions for me to come back to him. I sit myself on his lap, not yet on his member. His cock stands at attention, poking at my belly button as I press my chest to his. He is quick to push his lips to mine again. "You're so beautiful," he tucks my hair behind my ear as I lean my forehead on his.

The proximity of our bodies has both of us breathing heavily. We simply stare into one another's eyes for what seems like year, when in reality was only a few seconds. I plunk my lips back on his, lifting my hips up enough to slide down on him.

His hands slide to my hips. I hook my arms under his, gripping his shoulders with my nails digging in. To confiscate my moan, he bites down on my bottom lip. I let out a gasp instead. He moves his lips from mine, burying his face in my neck.

Jason's arms tighten around my waist as I move up and down at a slow pace. His low groans make me believe I'm doing everything right. "I love you," I breathe out. He caresses my back gently. "You are so amazing, Jason. I don't know who I'd be without you."

His fingertips dig into my lower back. "I love you, Nezther," he grunts. "I always have, baby, and I always will," he guides me to move faster. His face stays burrowed in the crook of my neck as I feel my climax building. "I can feel it," he whisper, "I'm almost there, too, babygirl."

I move my arms quickly. The next thing I know, our lips are sloppily pressed together and I'm moving at a much quicker pace. My arms are tightly wrapped around his neck as his are around my hips.

"Come on, baby. Cum for me," he pushes my hair away from my face. "I'm right there with you," he groans, "cum for me."

I let out a slight yelp of pure euphoria. I nuzzle my face against his shoulder as I ride out our highs. He breathes heavily against my ear.

We stayed like this for a few minutes, attempting to gain the energy to move. "I'll carry you upstairs," he whispers. "Does anything hurt? I know that must've put a lot of tension on your stitches."

"Yeah, I'm a little sore," I admit.

He carefully moves me so I'm sitting on the couch. I watch as he grabs our clothes and tosses them down the basement stairs. He blows out all the candles before walking over to me.

I'm quickly scooped up, making me hiss at the sudden contact on my wound. "I'm sorry, baby," he quickly moves me so he's not touching it anymore. He kisses my forehead as I wrap my legs around his waist.