“Breathe princess, relax.” He was adjusting his position behind me while still fully inside me. “You are so pretty and smooth everywhere. It drives me crazy.” His fingers stroked the skin of my back, until he gripped my butt. Jason’s rough finger swiped the entrance of my tight back hole, as he spoke. “Even this is perfect.” He pushed his finger in and out. I wiggled, somewhat uncomfortable with his fascination there.
Jason laughed and put his hands back on my hips and began moving inside me. This was so different than the other times—somehow less personal, but still very sexual. I felt completely controlled by him.
“Are you marking me?” I was breathless, the thought completely turning me on. He only laughed a very sexy laugh and began driving into me harder. I braced myself and backed into his thrust. This was an intoxicating feeling to be so controlled, so possessed by this man. I came fast, it was a powerful release. I saw and felt a white haze wash over me. It was the best feeling, and I wanted to do it again.
He slowed. “I can feel you contracting around me, and it’s all I can do not to come.” I heard him speak through gritted teeth. “I want this moment to last forever. You feel so good. It’s like your body was designed for mine.”
He stopped inside me a split second and then began a harder stroke. I felt him slow his last few strokes and then thrust into me, and my orgasm hit me right after his. I felt him throbbing inside me, and I concentrated on my muscles constricting tightly around him. I shuddered as I gripped his throbbing penis. It was the most addictive feeling I have ever had. He lay down and pulled me so he was spooning me, still inside me.
“Go back to sleep,” he told me. “I want to fall asleep inside you.”
Content, I fell asleep soundly and deeply. I was already falling for this guy, and now I was completely under his spell.
When I woke, Jason was gone. I went to the bathroom and got dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I brought my gift with me and set it on the counter.
He had finished cooking breakfast and was cleaning the kitchen while listening to his iPod. I heard him singing a little, but couldn’t tell who it was. I walked up behind him and he turned, surprised to see me. He made a motion to turn off his music, but I stopped him with my hand over his. I pulled an ear plug out of his ear and moved it slowly toward mine, my eyes focusing on his, silently asking for permission. The music was quiet for a split second and then the next song started playing. His eyes grew large right away and he moved to change the song, but my hand still covered his.
“It’s all right. I like this song.” I smiled and ran my fingers in between his. “Sing to me.”
He hesitated, “How about we dance instead.” He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me as the lyrics to I Saw Red by Warrant played in my head. I could feel him squeezing me as the words, ‘I saw red’ came across the small earphone. When the song finished he quickly turned it off and moved away from me.
“That’s a great song. My brother used to listen to Warrant all the time. The guy who wrote the song must have had a lot of passion. He must have been so angry, so passionate, about that girl. When he saw her cheating with his best friend, he actually saw red.” I wanted to ask if he had ever seen colors. If he had ever had so much pain in front of him the only way he could describe it was ‘I saw red’.
“Jason, have you ever seen red? The ‘life changing red,’ not the ‘that car just cut me off and I spilled my coffee red.’” He gave me a quick look and I felt cold shivers down my body.
“Once.” His voice was edgy, making it obvious this was not a good topic.
He was quiet after that, placing two plates filled with food together at the counter.
“Can I see your iPod?” I missed mine and was curious about his. My music was as important to me as dance once was, and I used to listen to it all the time—while I worked out, while I slept, even in the bathtub. He handed it to me, and I browsed the song list for a while. “I like your song choice. I miss my iPod a lot.” I handed it back
“Feel free to borrow it anytime.”
I smiled, but he looked preoccupied like he had something on his mind. I began eating, and it was so good. He gave me fruit and yogurt, like before. I found myself humming. I peered up at him, and he was smiling, free from all thought.
“It’s very good, thank you.” I watched him devour his own breakfast and kept talking. “I went shopping this morning…at a Wal-Mart. It wasn’t a great experience. The lady there was quite cynical. How am I supposed to know you can’t get birth control over the counter? When I asked to see the birth control pills, she laughed at me. I thought those stores had everything. She showed me the condoms, and as you would know, there are sizes. When I reached for the large size because you feel large inside me, she told me I was a lucky lady. I found that unsettling, that an eighteen-year-old girl finds me lucky because I chose large condoms. She asked me if I needed to find anything else, and I asked for gift bags, which made her laugh. She said, ‘Nothing says “I love you” at six in the morning like a gift bag filled with condoms,’ which again was disturbing. I will never go back, but I got you a gift. I hope you like it.” I handed him the bag, and he was holding back the laughter, I could tell.
“Let me guess, condoms.”
“Ha ha ha, very funny, but no. I was getting the condoms so I wouldn’t seem rude because she walked me all the way through the store.”
He took the bag and removed the boxes of condoms, and I watched his face fall a little.
“Katarina, why don’t you want babies?” I was taken aback by the question.
“I don’t know. I was the most awful child. I could never control my tongue. I hated how I never felt like I belonged. I think it’s kind of selfish, having kids. Jason, can we not talk about this? I just don’t want babies. Can we leave it at that?”
He eyed me for a while, but chose to drop it.
“How about your brother, Brian, will you tell me about him?”
I looked at the gift in his hand and had an overwhelming feeling he didn’t want it. He was stalling.
“Brian is about two years older than me. We were close when we were young. I snuck out a lot and one time he saw me. He followed. I always hid my bike outside the gates. He tried to catch me before I rode away, but I was pretty fast. He waited outside for me to come back home. When I finally did my parents were home too. Only this time he was punished for sneaking out because he was older and knew better. He stopped talking to me after that. We talked about music and had an occasional food fight in the kitchen, but that was it. After the Jared incident, he completely changed. He called me after and wanted to make sure I still wanted to keep the secret. He sounded different then, broken. Brian told me he saw red that night. He said it still haunts him, most of the night has disappeared from his mind. He blacked out. He told me he remembered talking with my dead grandmother, but nothing else. Months later when I ran into him, he was working on a project with my grandfather, but he was icy cold, I could see in his eyes and hear it in his voice. So, I…stopped talking to him about music.”
Jason was silent and he glanced down at the bag in his hands. I followed his eyes and I was stunned, his big rough hands were shaking. My hand shot out quickly to cover his, hoping to calm the emotion that was surging through him.
“It’s no big deal. I am just not as close to my family as you are to yours. Now, open the damn gift!”
His eyes twinkled at me, perfectly almond shaped green eyes that held a huge heart.
He reached to the bottom of the bag and pulled out a camera.
“What is this for?”
“It’s a good little camera, with twelve megapixels, and it fits in your pocket. You can take it anywhere to have new memories. You plug the camera into your computer—I can show you how—and you can have the pictures forever. I got you a small case too. It can charge in the car. I want to take you somewhere.” I knew I was beaming. I was so excited about the gift.
“Thank you. I am lookin
g forward to using it.” He leaned in and kissed me, and I knew I loved this man and his tender, soft kisses.
He pulled away and got off his stool, and I watched him with dreamy eyes.
“I will get ready then, unless you want to do something else?”
“Are you seducing me?” I got off my stool and walked toward him, wanting just to feel his contact.
He picked me up in his arms, my feet dangling. “Take a shower with me.” It wasn’t a question.
Jason carried me to the shower, and I took off my clothes, and he helped me in. I stared at him in wonder as he washed himself with soap. He was truly a sight of beauty. His muscles bunched up, his hair dripped with water, and the curve of his lips held the most intoxicating smug ‘like what you see’ smile. My insides were swept with a herd of butterflies and I shivered from the feel of it. His large arm reached over to hug me, our bodies very slippery together. He started to kiss me, and I melted in his arms. He took advantage of my willingness to please him, and before long, we were both breathing hard. He turned me and lathered my back with soap, rubbing his front to my back. I felt his penis rub against my backside, and I gasped. His chest on my back was smooth, and I relished the feel of smooth on smooth. He reached around and lightly caressed my breast, his fingers tracing flames down my body. He reached between my legs and used his thumb to draw small circles on my clit. It was slow and unhurried. I was so close to my release my eyes closed, my head resting on his chest. He stopped, lifted my leg up, and placed my foot on a shelf about the height of my knee. I could feel him lining himself up behind me with his hands, his fingers still dipping in and out of me, his face buried in my hair. He plunged into me with such force my foot fell off the shelf and I lost my balance. His body pressed into mine keeping me from falling. He grabbed my foot and placed it back on the shelf and moved my hands to the shower wall. He grabbed my hips and moved my butt out—I am sure I looked like I was climbing the wall from his angle.
I felt his face buried in my hair. I heard his breathing, felt his hands all over me. He was worshiping me, getting as close to me as he could. I heard his grunts as he initiated sex with me again, his body so close to my body, the water and soap making the contact slippery except for his penis inside me. It was happening so fast, no time to think, to anticipate, what was going to happen. I felt all of him at this angle. He was so deep. He kept playing with my nipples, his hands aggressive. The heat inside me was growing, the constant groaning and grunting helping me reach the point I had become so addicted to. He was moving in and out of me so fast and pinching my nipples so hard, I felt his need for me everywhere, and I climaxed loudly. I felt his release shortly after that. I flexed my muscles around him as he came, pressing my forehead against the tile, my eyes closed, and I felt his cock jerk inside me and there was a tingling sensation that followed. He stayed still for a while as the hot water sprayed down our backs, and then he removed my foot and slipped out of me.
Jason lingered behind me. I felt his teeth graze my shoulder, and he whispered in my ear, “Please don’t leave anymore without saying good-bye. I need you to wake me if I’m asleep.”
I didn’t say anything because he was right. For the second time, I had left without a word. He held me until our breathing returned to normal, and then he grabbed the soap and began cleaning me again, this time focusing on the area between my legs. I was patient and let him clean me thoroughly before moving to face him again. He looked at me with a smile, a smiled filled with pleasure.
After the shower, my body was sore in spots I didn’t think could be sore. He watched me dry off, careful not to touch my now-aching breast, and walked slowly out of the bathroom to get dressed.
“Sore, huh?”
I turned around fast and stuck my tongue out. He laughed. I treaded down the hall to get dressed and dry my hair. I was surprised when I saw him out of the corner of my eye.
“I am going to move your clothes into my room. That way you don’t have to go down the hall every time you need something.” He moved away from the door before I could say anything.
I finished and wandered to his room, where he was organizing my clothes in his closet. I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, my mind skipping from different thoughts.
“You don’t think you are moving a little fast, do you?”
He stuck his head out of the closet. “It’s been over three months. I want to be with you every day, every minute I can.” I turned on my side to glance in his direction. He smiled, all his teeth showing, and my heart melted.
“I am in no hurry, you know. I enjoy this, but I feel like you’re in a hurry for something.”
He ducked back into the closet and finished, then came out to sit next to me on the bed. “Are you worried about your virtue, sex without marriage?” He looked at me to gauge my reaction. I could tell he was concerned.
“My virtue?” he was adorable. “Jason, you are not going to marry me just to have sex with me.”
He put his hand on my leg, and it drifted up. My eyes widened.
“Really? Again?”
He flashed a knowing grin and leaned in for a kiss. I savored his touch and kissed him back. He picked me up and put me on his lap so I straddled him, and our mouths connected. Jason was tender and caring, his hands gently roaming my hair and my back. I felt wetness pool between my legs and was slightly annoyed that he had this much control over my body. I pushed forward assuming the dominate position, an illusion I know, but how far would he allow me to go. I moved over him taking charge, pushing him back, but a few minutes of kissing was all he could take. He definitely had control issues, but I was OK with that, just curious how far I could push.
“I could do this all day with you, but I can tell you are sore, and I want you to hunger for this like I do.” He offered with a smile and licked his lips, clearly happy with himself.
I put my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to kiss him, craving the closeness, giving him temptation. The soreness I felt suddenly didn’t seem to matter. What was sore anyway? Another version of feeling, feeling even without the act, just the thought made me hungry for him. Make me sore. Again I wanted that bond between us that was the most addictive stimulant.
He pulled away and smiled. “You are a dangerous girl.”
“Do you want to go with me somewhere?” l laid my head on his chest.
“I would love to go with you, as long as I can bring my new camera.”
I smacked his arm, and he laughed.
Chapter 11
The Water Fall
We made our way to Jason’s Jeep, and I called Bo over to get in first. Jason opened my door, and I climbed in. I plugged in his camera battery as he started the Jeep and pulled out of the driveway. I gave him directions to where I wanted him to drive, and we listened to music on the way.
When we got there, the parking lot had no other cars. We got out, and Bo led us to a trail. I put the camera together and began taking pictures of everything—his Jeep, the woody trail ahead, Jason, and Bo. We walked along the trail, and Jason made small talk about my favorite things. I answered and continued my picture taking. About forty-five minutes into the trail, we reached the waterfall. It was so beautiful. We all walked down to the water, and Bo was the first in. I took off my T-shirt, and shorts, but my panties were already unusually wet and sticky so I left them on as I waded in the cool water. I rinsed my face and neck, careful not to get my lacy bra wet. Jason wasted no time taking off his clothes and dove in next to me. He swam over closer to the waterfall with Bo.
The place was as peaceful and serene as I remembered it years ago. I gazed around at the green trees and the bright open sky. The only sound I heard was the waterfall, even the birds I saw in the trees didn’t have voices. This is how I pictured the Garden of Eden, where Adam and Eve lived. I saw Jason disappear under the water and reappear in front of the splashing water of the fall. He would make the perfect Adam.
I got out of the cold water to take more pictures. I removed m
y panties and placed them on a rock close to me. I slipped on my other clothes and took a seat on the rock overlooking the amazing scenery.
Jason appeared to be completely in his environment taking his time doing his own exploring. He swam closer to me, flashing a smile as he approached the rock to get out. He walked out slowly shaking his head and I watched all the droplets of water fall into the calm water creating a rippling effect. I was captivated by all the rippling he created. My body was the same as the water. One little touch and my whole body rippled from Jason. My eyes shot back to him as I felt a shiver run up my spine. He was putting his shorts back on and I watched his bare butt flex as he lifted one leg at a time. Hypnotized by his body, my eyes followed his movements as he scaled the rock to sit with me. He stopped at my pink lacy panties and grabbed them looking at me in the process. He moved the panties to his nose and I watched in slow motion as he inhaled and then stashed them in his pocket. And there it was, without even a touch, I felt the ripple effect. It started in my core and extended to the tips of my toes. I closed my eyes savoring the feel, focusing on the areas that the rippling stayed creating a tingling sensation.
He came to sit behind me resting his hands on my stomach. His fingers slipped just under the waist band on my shorts. Jason’s body settled with mine and I felt his very hard member pressed against my back. He pulled my ponytail to the side and kissed me along my neck. I relaxed laying my head on his shoulder.
“What are you thinking?” His voice was a whisper and he followed it up with a small bite on my ear.
It made me giggle, like a school girl with a crush. “I was thinking. It’s hard to believe I didn’t notice you at the coffeehouse, because I can’t seem, to not notice you now. All I do is stare at you.”
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