“So, we agree. Just tonight?”
“Just tonight,” I say. We both know this is a one time thing. Even though there’s a niggling in my heart telling me I want more, I shove it away.
Lips crash back down onto mine, and I let go of those thoughts, and lose myself in him again. My hand moves down his face, the roughness of his five o’clock shadow bristling on my skin. Jason’s lips are expertly tangled in mine, and I’ve never been kissed like this. So slow, yet so passionate and full of lust. It makes me wonder what it would have been like to kiss him that night at the Christmas party. Would it have been soft like this? Or would it have been fast, hurried and eager?
My leg is still wrapped around his body, holding him so close to me. Wetness pools at my core, my clit throbbing, aching to be touched. Jason’s hand on my hip moves, sliding around the hem of my sleep shorts. He slides up under my shirt, up the soft skin of my stomach.
I’m thankful we’re swathed in darkness, or I admit, there would be a lot more self consciousness. I have a lot of resentment toward my body. I know I’ve done incredible things with it. I carried and birthed my beautiful daughter, but after my marriage to Brad, he didn’t exactly help me instill confidence in myself. All the remarks about the weight I’d gained since Presley was born, and the stretch marks and cellulite that didn’t go away sit fresh in my mind. I try not to let it get to me, but it does. But I can’t think of that now. I’m finally getting what a younger me dreamt of.
Jason’s hand is further up my top now, his large palm cupping my breasts. They’re heavy in his hand, and he tweaks my nipples, pulling and making them even moresensitive. Jolts of unbridled pleasure make their way through my body, landing between my thighs where I’m starting to ache for his touch.
“Jase, please,” I moan, needing more of him. “I need you to touch me.”
He chuckles against my lips. “I’m touching you, sunshine.”
I let out an annoyed groan. “You know what I mean.”
My hand moves down his chest, to the waistline of his pants, and I slide my fingers underneath. His boxer briefs are still between me and his skin, but this will do for now.
Jason jumps under my touch, a shiver rolling through his body. “See,” I croon, “You need my touch, too.”
His forehead drops to rest against mine. I let my hand move down more, until the head of his cock peeks through the top of his briefs. He’s so hard, so ready for this, and I lightly trail my fingertip over the crown. Jason shudders, letting out a low groan.
“Mmm, does that feel good?” I tease.
“Stop talking,” Jason grunts, his lips attacking mine again as I do what I can to wrap my fingers around his shaft, giving him a gentle squeeze. He bites my lower lip between his teeth gently, almost like he’s punishing me.
I squeeze harder, slowly moving my hand down his length. Jason’s hand moves down my body, and he slides his hand into my sleep shorts, soaking up my warmth.
His fingers slide between my soaked folds, and he groans. “You’re so wet. Is that all for me, sunshine?”
“All for you.” I practically melt from his dirty words.
“Good,” he replies, his fingers circling my clit. The zing of pleasure is almost instant, and I need to touch more of him, need to have his skin on mine.
I take my hand from his boxers, moving upward until Ican slide under the hem. I push them down as much as I can, and his hard cock slips out from the fabric. I immediately take it into my palm, slowly moving up and down the shaft. I use the pad of my thumb to swipe at the bead of precum, using it to aid my movements.
His fingers circle my clit in a torturous pace, and I rise closer to the edge of pleasure. I drop my head back, letting out a ridiculous moan. His touch is so good that I can’t even process any thoughts besides him, of him finally touching me, having his hands on me.
I moan his name, and he bends down, kissing my cheeks and jawline, before kissing my neck, sucking and teasing me. It’s probably going to leave a mark, but I don’t care. It’s incredible, and I would give anything to feel this way forever.
God, I want to taste him, to have him in my mouth, but I don’t dare move. Don’t dare stop his touch on me.
I continue to stroke him, trying to make sure he’s experiencing what I am at this moment, because I need to know I’m not alone in this. An idea pops into my brain, and I let go of him for a moment, reaching to grab at his wrist. “Wait,” I say. He stops, and I reach for the hem of my pants and underwear, shimmying them down and off my legs with his help. He does the same with his boxers and pajama pants, leaving him completely naked, and me with only my tee shirt on.
I take my fingers and swipe them through my core, gathering the wetness there, and using it to coat his cock as a lube. Jason groans loudly, and then he’s kissing me again, his mouth rough and hard against mine as I stroke him. His fingers find their way back to my clit, circling it a few times before moving further down, to my entrance.
I gasp as he presses one long digit inside me, slowlymoving in and out. He adds a second finger, and then his thumb is back on my clit, pressing on it and circling as he pumps in and out of me.
“Oh god,” I cry as my orgasm starts to build within. My nipples are practically pebbles as I press my body into him, trying to get as close as humanly possible. My leg ended up against his hip again, and I have no idea how we are making this work, with how tangled our arms and legs are, but I don’t care, I only care that we’re doing this, that I’m feeling himfinally.
His cock twitches in my palm, and I keep moving, using my own wetness to aid in the movement. He’s so thick in my palm, and I can’t even see him. I yearn to see him, to know what his cock looks like, but for now, and maybe always, this will have to be enough. To know what he feels like in my palm, to know what his giant hands are like on my skin and inside my pussy.
“I’m close,” I cry, moving my hand faster and harder on his cock. My body heats and explodes under his touch, the white hot pleasure barreling through my body as I clench around his fingers, and come hard. Jason continues to move, and his hips jerk in my hand and he loudly groans as the warm jets of his cum paint my skin. He curses under his breath, the sound sending a tingle up my body.
“Oh my,” I breathe, no other words able to come to my mind. I’m completely and utterly satiated. I’m relaxed, my body unable to move. My hand is still wrapped around Jason’s softening cock, and his fingers are still deep inside me. “That was…”
“So good,” he finishes for me.
