I feel Jayson grasp the hem of my t-shirt and he crouches down. He starts lifting my shirt up and kissing and sucking his way up my back as he does. His hands glide slowly over my arms as he pulls my shirt up over my head, and then over my hands and drops it to the floor. Jayson uses one hand to unhook my bra and instead of taking it off, pulls that too up my arms, caressing me as he slides it up. He keeps my bra around my wrists and twists it tight enough to keep my hands together, pressed against the window, holding them up with one of his strong hands. He wraps his free arm around me, pressing his body up against mine. I feel how big and hard he is through his shorts as he begins to kiss my neck again.
Jayson cups my breast with his free hand and whispers in my ear, “I’ve imagined fucking you so many different ways. I can’t decide what to do first.” He tweaks my nipple between his fingers and pulls it firmly. I moan and he spins me back around to face him, still gripping my hands that are entwined over my head. Jayson looks at me with a mischievous smile. He kisses me hard on the lips and grabs my breast in his hand. He is pushing his body into mine as we continue to kiss, our tongues deep and warm in the other’s mouths.
His cock is so hard pressing into my hip, his hand aggressively massaging my breast. My nipples are pert and erect so that Jayson is using them to pull me closer into him, making my knees weak. I want to grab him. I want to touch him everywhere, but I can’t. He has my hands tied above my head and is still holding them there.
Jayson pulls his lips off of mine and begins kissing under my chin, then my neck again. He bends slightly and starts working his way down, gently sucking and biting. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it in and running the tip of his tongue over it. He does the same to the other and starts kissing and nibbling my breasts, making his way to the middle of my chest before sucking his way down the center of my belly. He lets my hands drop, grips the elastic waist of my pants, and skillfully pulls them down around my ankles. I lightly step each leg out and rest my bound hands over his shoulders. He gets onto his knees and looks up into my eyes.
Jayson kisses the front of my panties then extends his tongue out, pressing it hard enough that I can feel its heat and dampness through the silk of my underwear on my skin. His tongue finds the slit in my lips and slides slowly back and forth, parting them as much as they can through the fabric as he does. Jayson more forcibly sticks his tongue into me so it’s almost inside, but still not touching my bare skin.
I pull his face closer to me as best I can with my hands in their position. He looks up at me again, holding my gaze, and slowly drags his tongue up above my panties and over my belly and continues. When he reaches my chest, he takes my hands in his again and slowly lifts them up over my head as he continues to lick his way up. His tongue creeps back under my neck, over my chin, my lips, and into my mouth again.
I feel Jayson use his one hand to quickly pull his shorts off. They are loose and fall to the floor. He drives his hips into mine, pressing the head of his cock into the wet spot on my panties. I moan into his mouth and pulls his hips back just enough to release the pressure of his manhood. I push my hips forward, looking for more. Not being able to touch him is torture.
He presses into me again, and again, repeating the motion. I feel the length of his shaft sliding back and forth between my lips over my panties that are now wet from a mixture of the moisture from his mouth and my own pleasure.
Jayson stops kissing me and in one slick movement, turns me back around to face the window. My hands are still above my head and he is now behind me. I feel his naked body against my backside.
Jayson leans on me with just enough pressure to pin my arms up against the window without holding them there. He reaches around and takes my breasts into his hands, massaging them as he positions the shaft of his hard cock between the top of my legs and pulls my body back into his.
He begins to thrust his hips back and forth again, teasing me some more. I feel the length of Jayson’s long, hard cock moving between my thighs. Each time I feel it pulsing against my pussy, I push back into him, trying to force him inside me even though my panties are in the way.
Jayson takes one hand from my breast and moves it down my belly, sliding it over my underwear. I tilt my head to one side as his warm lips start kissing my neck again. He finds my clit with one of his fingers and begins to massage it as he continues to slowly move himself forward and back between my thighs that are now tightening around him.
He starts moving his hand faster, pressing harder into my clit as he shifts his finger back and forth over it. Every part of my body he is touching is completely aroused. One hand is massaging my breasts, one is on my pussy, and his shaft is between my legs. I start to quiver and a low moan escapes my throat as he sucks harder on my neck. My fingers clench against the window.
“Do you like that, Ashley?” Jayson says softly in my ear.
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly. He moves his hand under the elastic of my panties. I am so wet already that he easily slips one finger into my moist slit and I moan, louder now.
“You’re so fucking hot, Ashley. I could touch you like this all night,” he says, sliding a second finger inside me and pulling my body closer into him at the same time.
“No,” I reply. Jayson slows the pace of his hands down but continues to rub my breasts and finger me under my panties.
“No? You want me to stop?” he asks, although he’s not stopping.
“I feel so good. I want to touch you, too. I can’t,” I answer in short breaths, opening my hands against the window, reminding him they are bound there.
Jayson laughs softly in my ear. “Oh, no. I want to pleasure you tonight. Just enjoy.” Then he quickens his pace, pumping into me again. I moan in response. I have nothing left to do but give in.
Jayson uses one finger to play with my clit and teases me with the others. He has just the tips of two of his other fingers inside me, caressing one spot. He is making me weak in the knees. Sensing my pleasure, he speeds up the pace of his motions. I push my hands forcefully into the window, forcing my body back into him, because it’s all I can do.
With his fingers still moving inside and one tweaking my clit, I am on the edge of ecstasy. Jayson pulls on my nipple with his other hand that was fondling my breasts and I explode.
“Oh, Jayson,” I say in a throaty voice as my juices flow over his hand. I know he can feel my moist heat on his cock that is still pressed between my legs. My body gently shakes from rapture. I move my hands down the window slowly and place them back between my thighs. I’m able to get them around the bottom of his shaft and I grip him as he thrusts forward. He moans at the sensation of my hands around him, but gently takes them in his and moves them back up to the window.
“I told you no, Ashley,” Jayson reprimands me. “Don’t be a bad girl.” I already feel frisky and he is driving me crazy with all the teasing, so I try to reach my hands down again. He catches me and takes my hands in his, forcing them back up on the window and holding them there this time.
“I told you not to be bad, Ashley,” Jayson says, fingering me harder now. He has three fingers moving in sync inside me. I gasp from the sensation and the sound of his voice, which is really turning me on. I’ve never had a man talk dirty to me like this before.
“What happens to bad girls?” I ask eagerly. Jayson doesn’t answer, but he laughs behind me. Suddenly he takes both of his hands and grips the top of my panties, yanking them down. He pulls my hips back so I am bent over. I press my hands into the window to steady myself and look out at all the lights over the city. I hear something tear and realize Jayson must be putting on a condom.
Before I have too much time to think about it, he takes a hold of my hips and thrusts himself inside me. I am already so wet that he is able to slide the entire length of his cock in effortlessly.
A deep groan escapes my mouth as the tip of his cock reaches as far in as it can go. Jayson pulls himself out just slightly, and then softly pushes back in.
“Oh, Ashley,” Jayson moans, “your pussy feels so fucking sweet.” He starts rotating his hips in a small circular motion and then pulls himself back out, leaving just the tip inside of me. He lingers for a moment and then he starts to fuck me.
He begins with just the tip, teasing me again. He pulls it out and pushes it back between my lips, letting the head rub against me as it goes in and out. He already knows the spot just past my lips that drives me wild. The head of his cock keeps pressing against it over and over again as he thrusts faster, still only giving me the tip. He is holding me steady by my hips, keeping me from pushing back into him. He continues this motion, bringing me to the edge again.
When he feels me tighten around him, Jayson pumps himself all the way inside, giving me the whole length of his solid shaft. He is filling me up now, with his cock as far in as it can go. He puts one hand on my back and the other on my hip and starts to fuck me, hard.
Jayson is grinding into me. When he thrusts, it’s so deep that his hips are pressed into mine. He continues the motion, giving me every inch of his manhood and taking it away. Each time he enters me again, I gasp. He takes his hand off my hip and puts it back on my breast, pulling my body upright into his. He keeps up his movement but now my back is pressed into his chest and he is cupping both of my breasts in his hands.
I join in his rhythm, grinding my hips with his. We are almost dancing now, overlooking the city, working our way to climax together this time. My hands fall in front of me as my body starts to go limp. He moves my hair away from my neck and kisses me softly, slowing the motion of his hips.
Jayson buries his cock deep inside me and begins to gently move the tip working it around my inner walls. He moves one hand back down and begins to massage my clit again in the same rhythm. Then he quickens the pace again, rubbing harder and pulling and pushing himself farther in and out. He is moving faster and going deeper, fucking me harder again. My body tenses and tightens around him as I feel him start to throb inside me.
His finger moves quickly over my pulsing clit just as he thrusts deep inside me and I can’t take it anymore.
“Yes, Jayson, yes!” I cry out in complete ecstasy, clenching around him, and spasming with the sweet surrender. Jayson is pulling my body into his by my chest, releasing himself inside of me.
“Oh, Ashley. Fuck. Yes!” he calls, finally allowing himself to climax. He is squeezing my breast in his hand, still pumping himself inside me but much slower now, relishing in every last second of our passion.
We finally stop moving, but are still swaying together. Jayson wraps his arms around me and loosens my bra from my wrists. We are just standing there, smiling, in what feels like a slow romantic dance over the city lights. He pushes my hair aside once again and rests his chin on my shoulder. He takes my hands in his and entwines our fingers, kissing me softly on the cheek.
“Do you have any idea how amazing you are?” Jayson asks me. Without waiting for an answer, he turns me around to face him, pulling me closer. He wraps his hands around my back and rests them on my backside. I lay my head on his shoulder, still smiling and exhausted. I put my hands around him and just stay there, enjoying the moment, loving how Jayson makes me feel in every way.
After several moments pass, we pick our clothing up from the floor and put our belongings back on. I’m smiling and happy but spent both physically and emotionally. I take another look at the view while I’m standing at the window. Jayson walks up next to me and takes my hand in his. We stare out the window together, holding hands, and it feels wonderful. Like we are exactly where we belong.
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Since it is already late, Jayson suggests that I spend the night. I agree, partly because I’m tired and partly because I just want to. I feel comfortable with Jayson and I know he is asking me to stay because he wants me to, not because he feels like it’s the right thing to do.
We are sitting at the breakfast bar again, having some water. Jayson reaches into a cabinet and takes out a bag of popcorn. He opens it and holds the bag in front of me.
“I need a snack. Want some?” he asks.
“Sure,” I reply, grabbing a handful. We remain at the counter, munching on popcorn and drinking water like it’s something we do every day. We aren’t really talking; just enjoying each other’s company. I smile at him and he smiles back, then tosses another handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“This is perfect, Ashley,” Jayson says to me after he finishes chewing.
“Yeah. The popcorn is great,” I reply with a wink.
“Seriously. You and me. Together. We are perfect.” I chuckle. “What? Don’t you think so?”
“I think we can be great,” I answer. “And even though I do believe you, I still have a hard time accepting how you can change your ways so quickly.”
“You changed, too,” he answers. “First you didn’t want to give me a chance. Then a couple of days ago, you thought we should take it slow. Now, here you are enjoying some post-coital popcorn with me.” Jayson tosses back another handful of popcorn with a satisfied smile and I realize he’s right. Maybe that’s why I can believe him, because I changed, too.
“You’re right,” I admit. “And I agree, this is perfect.”
“These feelings are so strange to me, Ashley, but I know they’re for real. Plus you’re mine now—you promised,” he adds playfully.
I snap my fingers. “Shit, you’re right. Hope that wasn’t a mistake.”
“You have no idea, beautiful,” Jayson says, leaning over and kissing me on the forehead. “How about we get some sleep?”
“Sure,” I reply, finishing my glass and walking it to the sink. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom.
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We must sleep very soundly, because when I wake up, Jayson is still spooning me. I don’t want to move because I don’t want to wake him, but also because I love the way this feels. I have experienced so many emotions over the last few days but the one thing I’m sure of is that this is where I want to be.
I feel Jayson begin to stir. His body adjusts against mine and his arm tightens around me. I still don’t move, but I can tell he is awake now. I smile to myself because he doesn’t seem to want to let go of me, either.
I keep my eyes closed like I’m sleeping and Jayson kisses me softly on the back of the head. We lay still for several moments and I continue to feign sleep as he carefully shifts his position to get up. As Jayson lifts his body, I can feel his eyes on me. He sits on the edge of the bed, but then leans over and kisses me one more time, possibly to make sure I’m asleep.
“I love you, Ashley,” Jayson whispers. He gets out of the bed and quietly walks into the bathroom. He thinks I’m sleeping and has no idea that I just heard what he said. I am frozen by the thought.
What am I going to do now? I think I love him, too. It’s the most ridiculous notion to think you can love someone you have only known for a short time, but we both feel it, so it must be real.
I can’t tell Jayson. I have to wait until he actually tells me when he knows I’m listening. I hear him coming out of the bathroom.
I close my eyes again, lying completely still. He moves quietly around the room and then leaves and shuts the door.
JAYSON
Chapter 18
I love Ashley. I have never felt this way about a woman in my life. I had to tell her, but only when I knew she couldn’t hear me. She would think I’m crazy if she knew I felt that way so soon.
Here I am making breakfast for her when normally I would be wondering why there’s still someone in my bed. Last night was beyond incredible. I always love to please the ladies, but make sure I get mine, too. With Ashley, I didn’t care. All I cared about when we made love was satisfying her. And seeing her pleasure, feeling it, is what got me off.
The toaster pops and the eggs I’m cooking are just about done. I don’t cook often, especially breakfast, and never for a woman. Crazy thing is, I don’t even want to make love again this
morning. I mean, of course I do, but I won’t. I want this to be about more than sex, and I want her to know that. I also have to go to work.
I hope she’s really sure about me, because I know I am sure about her. As crazy as it seems, I could marry her tomorrow and know it’s the right thing to do. I realize it may take her longer to get to that point, but I can wait. I’m not going anywhere.
I really hope she believes in us enough to stick around regardless of what happens with my father and Cynthia. If Cynthia says yes when my father proposes, I really don’t know what will happen.
I guess I’m thinking way too much into it right now. I told Ashley to take it slow and not worry about the future or think too much, so maybe I should do the same. If we are truly happy, and they are also happy, everything should work out in the end—at least, I hope so.
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