I smiled back. “Good.”
Jason pulled me in close and tilted me back dramatically before he sealed his lips over mine. The room full of people began cheering and whistling out loud, but I could barely hear them because I was so absorbed in Jason. I focused on the softness of his lips and the slight poke of his tongue against mine. His hands pressed into me, securing me in his embrace. I breathed in his clean, masculine scent.
Keeping it classy, we pulled away from each other and dizzily stared into each other’s eyes.
“Again!” Ty shouted.
“Come here, you.” I grabbed Jason’s collar with both hands and pulled him in for a deeper, more luscious kiss. Now the room was really hooting and hollering. The energy in the room was nothing compared to the buzzing that occurred when Jason’s skin touched mine. His electricity energized me as I pushed against him.
Pulling back again, we stared at each other.
Whoa.
I had to catch my breath.
Jason leaned in and whispered, “I can’t wait to do that again.”
Excitement shot up my spine.
The band started up and people were chatting with each other once again.
Jason and I took our seats.
I was glad the spotlights were off us because I was sure my cheeks and lips were pink.
I felt like I just had sex!
I calmed myself down and contemplated having a sip of my wine, but decided against it. The euphoria I was experiencing was already enough to make me feel tipsy.
The table cloth draped over my legs began to move and I felt something brush against my leg.
“Jason,” I said, catching his attention. “Do you really think we should do that at our wedding? I mean, if you can’t wait, we have other options…”
“Do what at our wedding?”
I looked down at the table, where I felt heat against my leg. Jason pulled the table cloth up to reveal Destroyer, our retriever, sitting between us, pushing against both our legs.
“Destroyer.” The dog looked up at me as I pet his beautiful golden hair.
“You don’t think I could wait?” Jason raised his eyebrow.
“I really thought that was you.” I laughed.
“So you believed I would seduce you first?”
Seduce me? I bit my lip.
“Well, I still believe that, so yes.”
He shook his head but his sly smile remained on his face. “I don’t believe that my own wife doesn’t believe I can wait until tonight.”
I smirked at him. “Prove it to me.”
Jason’s smirk widened. “You want me to fail so that you won’t fail first.”
“Nonsense.”
“It’s true.” He pulled his seat closer to me. “You want me.”
Holy fuck, my husband was attractive.
“I wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t.”
Jason gave me an amused smile. His brown eyes were trained on mine.
“We just have five or six more hours until you can do all the things you want to me.”
“Five or six hours,” I mumbled. “I can wait that long.”
Could I? Why did I bring up this stupid challenge in the first place? Ugh!
Jason smirked. “We’ll see.”
Not before too long we were surrounded by friends and relatives who wanted to give us their congratulations and blessings.
“You look beautiful,” Ellie touched my white dress. “I’m so glad you were able to pick it up before you left.”
“I’m glad you guys were able to come and watch us get married.”
“Honey, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. The food, the beach — everything is beautiful. You’ve got me thinking about throwing my own wedding. Maybe I should propose to Ty.” She laughed, but I knew she wasn’t joking.
I touched Ellie’s hand. “As long as you’re in love and that’s what you want, I’ll support you.”
“Wow. True love.” Ellie wiped a tear away. “I love you two so much.” She pulled me and Jason in for a hug, even though Jason was facing away and having a separate conversation with a business partner.
After Ellie disappeared to find the appetizers, Nana (all four feet of her) stopped by to congratulate me.
“Bravo, Sophia. Bravo!”
“You liked the ceremony, Nana?”
“I like these drinks!” The old lady held up a cocktail which had been served in a coconut. “Good job to whoever picked these out.”
“Ignore her,” Kathy said. Jason’s mother held my hand in hers. “Welcome to the family. We couldn’t have picked anyone better ourselves.” She nodded towards her husband.
“You’re already like a daughter to me,” Earl said.
For some reason, out of all the things that had happened so far today, this was the one that touched me the most. I placed my hand on my heart and swallowed back the tears.
“Thank you so much, both of you. I’ll do the Powers name proud.”
“You already have.”
They squeezed my arm and smiled before shuffling away.
A few conversations later, I realized I was no longer at the table next to Jason anymore, but across the room. Jason wasn’t at the table anymore, either. I scanned the room, trying to recognize faces in the alternating light and darkness as lights flashed on the dance floor.
Finally, my eyes locked with Jason’s. He was standing on the other side of the dance floor. That smoldering look in his eyes was almost enough to melt me into a puddle on the floor.
How long until we would be alone? How long until the real party started?
A devilish smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. I thought about what I would do with Jason if I had him alone and naked. Jason watched me. My fantasies were transparent as they showed on my lips and my wicked smile. I could tell he knew exactly what I was thinking, because he was thinking it too.
There was that electricity — that chemistry.
We didn’t even need to be touching to feel it.
The lights became dark and the music stopped.
“We’d like to invite the newlywed couple onto the dance-floor for the first dance,” a disembodied voice announced.
Spotlights identified Jason and I, pointing us out to everyone. I bit my lip as I kept my eyes on Jason. We slowly walked towards one another as our thoughts still rampaged in our minds. As we reached each other, our fingertips touched and Jason slipped his hand in mine, interlocking our fingers. His other hand slipped around my waist. I placed my hand on his broad shoulder. We stared deep into one another’s eyes.
As we danced, it felt like I was standing in a cloud. The outside world fell away and all I focused on was Jason.
“I can’t stop looking at you.”
“I know,” I said.
“And you can’t stop smiling.”
I bit my smile.
“Don’t,” he said. “It’s beautiful.”
My cheeks burned hot. No matter how many times he told me I was beautiful, I still felt the blood rush through my body when he said it.
As we danced my thighs rubbed against one another.
I wanted him.
I wanted to press my body against his. I wanted to kiss him until our lips were raw. I wanted to be naked in bed with him for three straight days — getting up only to open the door for room service and take a romantic bath together.
I wanted these things now.
“Only four and a half hours remaining,” he said.
I laughed and pulled him closer. At this point, couples had flooded onto the dance floor and danced around us.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too.”
“But I can wait another four and a half hours.” I smiled mischievously.
~Chapter 9~
As the party went on, we ate and cut the cake, followed by lots of dancing. As promised, there were lots of requests for Jason and I to kiss, and (if I remembered correctly) Ty owed over twenty thousand dollars to the
charity of Jason’s choice.
By midnight the crowd thinned as the older family members decided to go to bed. The younger crowd packed the dance-floor and continued the party by singing along with the band and dancing (and drinking) so vigorously that they spilled alcohol all over the dance-floor.
Jason grabbed my hand.
“Let’s go,” he whispered before pulling me away from the crowd and out into the hotel hallway.
I giggled. My elevated mood and low tolerance for alcohol put me in a euphoric, giggly mood.
“But what if they notice we’re gone?”
Jason stopped and pushed me up against the wall with his hips. I bit my lip.
“They won’t notice we’re gone. And if they do, they’ll expect us to change into something more comfortable anyway.”
Jason was right. I left a shorter, lighter dress in our hotel room in case the muggy air became too hot and I wanted to change. But I couldn’t let Jason off the hook quite so easily.
Pulling away, Jason pulled my hand and tugged me along.
“I guess that means you couldn’t wait,” I said.
Jason stopped again. He turned to look at me, but didn’t push himself into me like he had moments ago. His lips curled up into a smile.
His lips looked delicious.
A part of me wanted to push him against the wall.
“If you want me to keep waiting, we can go right back to the reception hall,” he said.
“No.”
Jason smiled.
“Who’s giving in now?”
“Shut up and come here.” I pulled him in close and kissed him hard. Jason grabbed me tight. We stumbled backwards against the door of our room, I fumbled with the doorknob as Jason maneuvered the key into the slot, and once we fell into the room, Jason closed the door behind us.
Though I wanted the kiss to continue, Jason ripped himself from me, walked across the room and stood by the bed where he stared at me.
We both breathed hard and heavy with desire. My body was hot, both because of Jason and dancing in a room with hundreds of other people for five hours. There was tension in the air — the tension from not being intimate with each other in a number of nights, kissing each other all night, and the desire I felt knowing that Jason Powers was my husband.
This man married me. I looked at Jason standing on the other side of the room. Though he stood by the window, the moonlight filtering into the room did not allow me to see his face.
In my long silk dress, I moved closer so I could see him. I was near the window looking out towards the ocean. The window was slightly ajar, allowing muggy heat to roll into the (poorly) air conditioned room.
Jason took a step towards me. Moonlight lit his face, allowing me to see his dark, mysterious eyes. In that moment, a cool breeze came in through the window, cooling my hot skin.
“Just because I’m looking forward to this, doesn’t mean I’m going to rush it,” Jason said as he took another step and leaned into me, kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles, feeling his lips dance across my skin. His delicate fingers pushed my hair off my neck and décolletage as he covered me with slow, meaningful kisses. Shivers tingled down my spine and through my legs.
Jason’s lips hovered by my ear.
“And just because I’m tired of waiting, doesn’t mean I won’t make you wait.”
Jason put a finger to my lips. His finger slipped down and gently traced down my neck and shoulder, slipping off one sleeve of my dress. Jason’s finger moved across my chest, slipping off the other.
With my shoulders exposed, Jason dipped back down, tracing gentle kisses across my collar bone. His hot breath tickled my neck as he moved slowly, pressing his lips against my skin. His hands slipped around my back, pulling the sleeves down and peeling the dress off my breasts and tummy. I shivered with excitement as I was now half naked in front of my new husband.
Jason’s fingers lingered around my hips as he pushed the dress down. The silky material grazed my skin as it slipped off my body and onto the floor.
The only two things I was wearing were a pair of white silk panties and a thin lace garter belt around my upper thigh.
Jason’s eyes slid down my body, drinking me in. An irregular pulse beat both in my heart and between my legs. An amused and satisfied smile appeared on his face as he stepped back.
I stood in my panties and garter belt, shivering with anticipation. A lone bead of sweat trailed from the underside of my breast down my navel, but despite the heat my nipples were hard and aroused.
Jason kept his dark, mischievous eyes on me as he stepped back a few steps. Without looking away, he undid the clasp of his watch and put the heavy piece of jewelry onto the table next to him. Next, he lifted his wrists and began undoing his cuff links. After placing the first cuff link carefully next to his watch, he started on the other. His eyes watched me with a careful intensity.
I watched him with careful patience.
After the cuff links were off, Jason pulled on the sleeve of his jacket and pulled his arm out, followed by the other. After carefully folding his jacket, he placed it on the back of the chair next to the desk.
Could he make me wait any longer?
Jason then stretched out his arms before loosening his collar and unbuttoning his starch white dress shirt. Starting at the top, he took considerable care for each button. I watched, mesmerized by his delicate, careful fingers as they manipulated each button as he moved down his shirt. Finally, he pulled off the dress shirt and folded it meticulously before placing it on the chair.
Feeling the tension between my legs, I bounced gently from one foot to the other, rubbing my thighs against one another.
Though he was taking all the time in the world, Jason still wore his undershirt and pants. My eyes grew wide as I watched, becoming painfully aware of how horny I was.
Grabbing the bottom of his white undershirt, Jason pulled it up over his head, giving me a proper view of his abs, pecs, and arms. They flexed in the moonlight. I licked my lips, becoming more and more aware of how naked and turned on I was. The area between my legs grew warmer and I could tell that I was wet.
As Jason pulled the undershirt off his head, he looked at me with that smirk, those eyes.
Ugh, why was he making me wait?
His hands touched his belt buckle as he began unbuckling it with just as much care as he paid to his shirt buttons.
Hurry up!
Once his belt was undone, he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the zipper. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled off his pants and dropped them to the floor, revealing his white boxer-briefs.
He was just as naked as I was now.
“We match,” he smirked.
“How pure of us.” I smiled because I knew we were anything but.
He advanced towards me. I stepped backward but there was nothing behind me but the bed. My knees buckled against the mattress and I fell back onto it. Jason continued advancing and crawling over me as I made myself comfortable in the middle of the bed.
Jason placed a finger between my breasts and traced it down to my navel. I shivered with anticipation. He then touched my garter belt, tracing his finger along the lace. Slipping one finger underneath, he pulled the fabric off me, pulling it along my leg until he slipped it off my foot. He then leaned down and kissed my foot, taking his time kissing his way up my leg. His touch was so sensitive that every kiss sent a jolt through my body, causing me to shake and tremble. The further up he got my leg, the more excited I became. The area between my legs was pounding and throbbing by this point, and I ached for Jason to hurry up and touch me.
Touch me.
My body involuntarily arched towards Jason, beckoning him to slip his fingers between my legs. But Jason ignored my longing and continued going slow, kissing my upper thigh now. His kiss moved over my hip and he moved towards my panties.
His mouth pushed against my panties as he breathed hot and heavy through the material. My clit throbbed
wildly underneath and I could feel the slippery wetness that had accumulated.
Yes.
Jason kissed me through the material and slipped his fingers under the fabric over my hips, peeling the panties off my sensitive legs. I throbbed with anticipation as Jason moved back up my body.
Yes.
I was wet and ready for him to touch me, to kiss me, to…
But he moved past all the areas I wanted him to touch and continued moving up my belly. His hungry lips tasted and savored each section of my body as he kissed his way up my belly and chest. He used the tip of his tongue to trace cool, delicate patterns on my hot skin. The delicate sensation awoke all my hypersensitive nerves, like a fire spreading over a field of oil.
As he moved, I felt his erection against my thigh, gentle but firm. I jumped at his every touch. Feeling him lightly touch my skin and push against me did something wild to me.
I couldn’t endure this sexual torture any longer!
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this,” Jason whispered into my ear.
He positioned himself against the slippery passage between my legs. Without any effort, he slipped comfortably inside me causing me to cry out in relief as he filled me. I braced myself against him, curling my leg around his, as my body throbbed wildly against him.
I had never been so wild with desire and emotion before. I didn’t know where the arousal ended and the orgasm started, but I didn’t want the latter to stop.
Flipping over so that Jason was on his back, I sat on top of him, sinking deeper. I rocked my hips back and forth, nice and slow, just as he was doing to me. A stifled cry escaped his throat as he looked up at me. I kept my slow pace, hoping I could torture him just as much as he tortured me. Every slow thrust, every trip up and down his shaft incited a moan from both of us.
Jason reached up and pulled me down onto him, squishing my breasts against his broad chest. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me, hot and sloppy on the mouth. Our tongues reached far, wrestling with each other. Our sweaty bodies grew hotter as we pressed against one another, but the heat and the sweat was the furthest thing from our mind.
There was no more torturing or seducing anymore. As we held and kissed each other, we did what we had been looking forward to doing all night: showing our love to each other.
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