by Drea Riley
Jason licked her lips and slowly gained entrance to her mouth. He kissed her slowly, softly, hinting at what was to come. He had her so wrapped up in the gentle teasing of his lips that she nearly jumped out of her skin when he sank his fingers into her hot pussy.
Kissing her more deeply, he stroked his long middle finger between her folds and into her honey pot. This man meant business. Curling his long middle finger up, he strummed her g-spot. It wasn't a light flickering. Oh, no, that motherfucker was tap-dancing in her pussy with his fingers and the rhythm was breathtaking.
Tzara had her fingers fisted in his hair and her eyes closed tightly. The pull of Jason's mouth on her nipple was so strong that it was like he was trying to suck her heart out through it. She thought that she'd die when he released her breast from his mouth; she wanted him to continue nibbling at her before pinching and tweaking them. So caught up in her wants, she nearly missed the rush of his breath along her skin as he moved lower. Hearing him growl his frustration as he reached the end of his tether, she was forced to release his locks. Frantically, she moved her hands to her own chest and kneaded her full cocoa-colored breasts, filling the void of Jason's absent mouth and tongue.
She cried out when he removed his hand from the juncture of her thighs. Then she howled when his talented mouth replaced it. Jason licked and suckled at her hot pussy like one licked cake batter from beaters. It seemed the more he drank the thirstier he became. He rolled his tongue and slid it along her pulsing vulva, drawing out the thick dew in strands that kept them connected even when his mouth pulled away from her flesh.
Tzara panted and gyrated against his face. Her hands reached for the sky, grasping at air as she praised God as if she'd just found salvation. Before she could cry out, pleasure tore through her, as if electricity raced along her spine. She arched her body so high off of the bed that only the top of her head and the tips of her toes remained touching the mattress.
Waves of sensation washed through her and her pleasure flooded her thighs until her world stopped. She was floating above them, looking down at her lax form being stroked and caressed by Jason's tender hands. She felt herself ebb away, blind and deaf floating in a sea of calm.
Then Jason sank eleven inches of cock into her. Snapping her eyes open she screamed his name at the top of her lungs as she drew him into her welcoming body. He was taking her as hard and fast as Grant took Richmond. There was nothing that she could do, but surrender to the passion. Operatic voices couldn't match the multi-tonal melody ripped from her vocal cords. She sang the song of sirens to sailors on raging seas. When Jason slowly withdrew, she moaned the sorrow-filled hymnals that were staples of the Mississippi blues.
He sipped her cries from her lips and cradled her to his chest. He'd thrust and pulled out, building the rhythm as dramatically as if he were giving her a one man standing ovation. She was crying as her second climax washed over her. So wrapped up in his loving, she didn't have strength to do anything other than lie there.
He pulled out as she let her legs fall limply from his waist, splaying wide on either side of him. Mercy. Realizing that he was still hard, she dazedly reached between and stroked his still impressive hard-on.
Jason had given her two of the most amazing orgasms of her life and she wasn't about to let the night end before she felt him pump his seed deep into her valley.
Sliding out from under him, she rolled to her knees. She needed his help pulling the tattered remains of her dress from her glistening body. The effort nearly sapped her of the energy she needed.
She rested her head on the cool slope of the cherry wood bed. Looking over her shoulder at him, she bit her lip and moaned. Once again he was looking at her, and once again she felt as if she was the only woman in his world. Slowly he stroked his still hard cock bobbing between his muscled thighs. She splayed her legs and thrust her ass toward him.
Jason moved in position behind her and caressed her skin. He whispered words of love and encouragement between kisses on her shoulders and neck. Letting his talented fingers flit over her swollen clit, he tested her readiness before spreading some of her moisture over his long shaft. His movements were slow and easy.
Each stroke brought Jason's heavy testicles in contact with her clit. He worked his way in and out, putting an extra thrust on the end stroke, grazing against her g-spot and tickling her clit from the inside out.
They continued to move together like a slow waltz. Rocking and swaying until the heat was too much for either of them to bear. He slowly backed away on each thrust and she followed, keeping him seated deeply inside of her. She moaned softly as the change in position deepened the reach of his shaft, wondering if it was possible for him to go deeper.
When Jason had her in position, he began to push harder and faster. Tzara wasn't about to just take this fucking. Pushing her ass back against him, she matched him stroke for stroke. She danced on his cock as if she could hear the bass in the rave she'd opted to miss. They pushed and pulled until finally climax claimed them and left them no choice about how they fell.
Sprawled in an indignant heap, they held onto each other as they gasped for breath. She didn't know how long they lay together against the footboard. She was so sated that she barely registered Jason cradling her and pulling the sheet over them.
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Chapter Five
Tzara woke to the distinct feeling of being watched. She had to blink her eyes several times before she was able to focus. Eyes finally working properly, she spied Jason in all of his glory. Wow, he was one beautiful man she thought as he brushed his lips over her forehead and the tip of her nose.
"Hey, we forgot to have dessert,” she whispered as s soft smile settled over her face. Jason's laugh vibrated in his chest. “I kinda thought that we did have dessert, but if you're hungry I do have something special in the fridge that we can share."
She stretched languidly before sitting up in the big bed. She wasn't embarrassed about her body, especially not after what they'd shared tonight, but she wasn't in the habit of prancing around naked either. Jason must've read the distress in her face because he scooped up his shirt and helped her into it.
It was way too big yet wearing something of his made her feel cherished. She laughed when Jason gave up trying to roll the sleeves up enough for her hands to peek through. Finishing the task herself, she wiggled in the shirt and felt sexy.
Once he'd slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms they padded down the hall and to the kitchen. Jason seated her at the bar and pulled a white cake box from the fridge. Placing the package on the bar, he pushed it directly in front of her.
Tzara's mind was whirling. This could've been from any bakery, but somehow it seemed oddly familiar. When she opened the box, her breath caught in her throat and tears filled her eyes. She touched her fingers to her lips and lifted her gaze to Jason's face.
Nestled inside the box was the beautiful heart-shaped raspberry cheesecake she'd made just that morning. Jason walked around to stand beside her. He lifted one of the sugar coated rose petals from the cake and brushed it over her lips.
Slowly he leaned in and kissed the sweet confection away. “For the past four months, I've been dreaming about you. I spent every night wishing that I had had the courage to say something when we first met. And now you're here, I want you to know that I intend to be your man. I was a fool to wait for so long. We can take our time, as long as we take our time together. Tzara, will you trust me with your heart?"
Tzara smiled and rained a million kisses over his hands then his face.
"I've dreamed of you since the day you tore down my grandmother's cabinets. You've replaced every man in my mind. I couldn't believe it when I heard your voice on my answering machine. It was like being given a second chance. As for my heart, you already have it. I boxed it and had it delivered just today."
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