Jason groaned as I climbed back into my seat…his head fell back as I got resettled. He licked his lips as I untangled myself from my skirt. “I’d invite you back to my place, but it’s on the other side of town.” I heard, his voice lower, more gravely than I’d every heard before. More things my imagination hadn’t supplied. I felt downright cheated.

My voice, on the other hand, was breathy…indistinct. I gave directions to my house. The sound of the engine was shockingly loud. I smiled as Jason missed a gear, I liked to think that for once my presence had him off balance.

Ten quiet minutes later, we pulled into my driveway. I looked over at Jason as I gathered up my wrap…and realized I’d left things unforgivably vague. “Are you coming in?” I ran my fingers over the back of the hand he’d left on the gearshift, opened my door and got out. I took several steps before I heard his car door close. I got all the way to my door before I heard him walking behind me. I figured if he wasn’t keeping up, it must be for a reason….I let my hips sway more than strictly necessary, playing that split skirt for all it was worth. As I got my key in the lock I felt Jason close the gap between us, press up behind me, place his hands against my stomach, fingers spread, one thumb pointed up between my breasts. Soft kisses down the back of my neck made turning a key more difficult than I could cope with. I leaned back against him, letting his hands stroke down my flanks, tug at my skirt, until he realized it was kiss on the doorstep or let me open the door.

I got inside, flipped on the light and turned to see Jason closing the door behind us. He had that smile on his face, the one I’d drawn over and over….the one that had started my entire obsession. And there he continued to stand, right in front of the door. I knew where I wanted everything to go, but I wasn’t sure how to say it. So I went with my strength and “drew” a picture. Hell, a picture had gotten me this far. I dropped my wrap, reached behind me and unzipped my dress as I held Jason’s gaze. I turned around, subtly giving the front of my dress a tug to open the back, giving him a clear view of my braless back and the scrap of lace covering my ass, and walked up the stairs. I heard him whistle long and low, letting me know that I was guessing right. It seemed fair enough, it was his turn to watch me. Whether he knew it or not, I’d been watching him for ages.

I made it into my bedroom before my imagination failed me again. Jason’s didn’t, however. His hands slid across my back, pushing my dress off my shoulders, down my arms….letting it fall to the floor. He moved his fingers back up my arms, into my hair, pulling it out of it’s knot, letting me shake it loose. I try to turn to face him, but his hands gently hold me where I am. I hear him whispering in my ear “I have been watching you walk away from me all night. I’ve been imagining exactly this.” His hands sweep forward across my ribs again, one moving down to stroke my thigh, the other up to cup my breast. I whimper just a little, my knees getting a little shaky. “Let me enjoy the reality for a moment, we’ve got all night.”

He steps closer, letting me lean back against him as he played his hands over my body. My skin was on fire, and my palms were itching to do some exploration of their own. I hadn’t even managed to get under that damned shirt earlier. But he was right, there wasn’t a rush. I settled for running my hands up and down Jason’s legs. My hips were moving in slow circles, pressing back against his cock, feeling him swell against me all over again. I pulled away from him just enough to get my hands between us and working on undoing his trousers…the cumberbund was lost somewhere on the stairs. I couldn’t work them all the way undone, but it was close enough. When Jason’s hands came back up to my breasts it was almost exactly like my daydreams, but his hands were larger, his palms firmer. And, in my dreams, I hadn’t been able to tuck my hand down the front of his pants and wrap my fingers around the shaft of his cock. I couldn’t move my hand at that angle, but just having him pressed against my palm was overwhelming. And Jason didn’t seem to be complaining, his head fell forward against my shoulder, and his fingers dug into my flesh.

We both stood frozen for a long second. Enjoying the moment, comparing it to expectations, I wasn’t sure which. I didn’t care all that much. I was sure I’d soon be beyond caring at all. I pulsed my grip a little tighter for a moment, enjoying the heat of him, then slid my hand free and turned around to face him.

Jason wrapped one arm around my waist, used it to pull me against him. His other hand worked it’s way up to my head and tangle fingers in my hair, using it to pull my head back. I didn’t get the kiss I was expecting, instead he studied my face. I couldn’t help closing my eyes, his gaze was intense, intimidating. My hands wandered across his body caressing the curve of his ass. I’d wanted my hands there for so very long, I couldn’t seem to get enough. Until Jason dropped his arm across my hips, cupping my ass, pulling me more specifically against his bulging cock. All of a sudden there was something I wanted more than what I had. I grabbed a double handful of cloth and tugged down, pretty ineffectually. Jason’s laugh was worth opening my eyes for. He pushed me back just a little, saying “let me do that.” I took a half step back, the bed hit the back of my knees and sat me down. I tried my best to look as if I meant to do that.

Jason kept his eyes on my face, undid the top few buttons of his shirt…and pulled it off over his head. OK, fair enough…his eyes left mine at that point for a second…but I didn’t mind, I’d all but stopped breathing as I watching body move and stretch. Maybe I was just supposed to watch, but I was starting to learn the benefits of playing off the script. My hand reached out to touch his skin, barely stroking across his stomach….and watching the way his muscles flinched beneath my touch melted something inside me. He licked his lips, caught his breath, and finished undoing his pants…my fingers still tracing shivery patterns across his torso. He pushed his boxers off in the same smooth motion that dropped his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles.

I feasted my eyes on him, let my hands drink in the feel of his skin. I smoothed my palms across his stomach, down his thighs, back up the backs of his legs, cupping his ass again. And before I knew it I was off the bed on my knees before him. And without thought, or craft, or design…before the words “what the hell am I doing!” had time to go through my mind….out of pure, selfish need…I opened my lips and took Jason’s cock deep into my mouth in one smooth motion. The sounds Jason made were never meant to be words, but the told me that my sudden, unexpected brazenness was welcomed….as did the way his muscles tightened under my hands, and the way his dick twitched as my tongue pressed his glans against the roof of my mouth. His hands came back into my hair, but couldn’t decide if they were going to pull me away or press me closer. The feel of him sliding through my lips was extrodinary, the scent of him was intoxicating. I dug my nails into the backs of his legs and pulled him toward me, taking his cock deeper, moaning happily as I did. It took several moments for the tugging sensations to filter through my fogged up mind. When a guy is pulling you off his prick…there has to be some kind of good reason, and it’s only polite to pay attention. But damn it was hard to let him go.

“Oh God, Mel. I can’t take that….not right now.” He smiled down at me, “But we’re definitely coming right back here later.” I couldn’t help laughing, and licked my lips slowly in agreement. His hands hooked under my elbows and pulled me to my feet. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and without changing his grip, pulled me into his lap.

“OK,” I said…the fingers of one hand playing across the dimple in his chin, the other resting where my mouth had recently been….”what do you want, then.”

“You,” he answered in a voice that I felt from my toes up. One of his hands kneaded my breast, making me whimper, the other was lifting my hips to get my panties off, making me moan. “I want all sorts of things, but they all boil down to you.” I turned to face him, wrapping my legs around him at very long last. I hooked my ankles behind him and used the leverage to pull myself toward him. The feel of Jason’s cock pressed against my body would have had me in orbit without his hands on my back or his mouth on my neck. All of that at once had me shaking. I couldn’t help myself, I put my arms around his neck, lifted my hips, wriggled closer, worked to the get head of his cock just where I wanted it. I’d only just started sinking down onto him when Jason pinned my body against his, “Oh Jesus, Mel.” “Please,” I breathed, “I need to know how you feel, I want you in me. Now. Please.” He didn’t answer, but he loosened his hold, letting me slide down his body and onto him.

I froze then. I felt wonderful, he felt wonderful. The way he filled me, stretched me, I wanted more. I lifted my hips again, wanting to feel him penetrating me all over again. “No wait, Melissa. Don’t. I want it, but not yet. Just let me….” he didn’t seem to know how he wanted to finish that sentence….but it didn’t matter. I would have “just let him” whatever it was. But holding still was possibly the hardest thing he could have asked me to do.

Jason buried his face against my neck as he lowered me back into his lap and anchored me against his his hips. Murmuring things that I understood without hearing, he kissed across my throat, hands gripping tightly at my shoulder and waist. Happy, wordless sounds escaped my throat as his tongue played across it. I shifted my hips, evoking a half growled, half desperate “Mel.” As Jason’s lips started moving down my breast bone I instinctively leaned back, letting his arms hold me up, exposing my chest to him. His lips and tongue were drawing sparks from my skin. The sparks and his mouth moved to my breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple that seemed to be reaching out to him. I whimpered in time with his licks, and dug my fingers into his shoulders. I ground my hips again, desperate for the strokes I was being denied. “Melissa,” he groaned into my tit. I loved hearing him say my name like that, the hunger and tension in his beautiful, low voice, so I pushed my hips forward against him again. “Mel!” I gasped and arched my back , offering my chest up to his kisses. My hips started rocking in slow circles, I couldn’t have stopped them for anything. Thank God he didn’t ask me to.

Jason pulled me close again, holding me against his chest as he turned us both and then lowered me down the bed, moving over me. I decided there and then that this was a manoeuvre I’d never get enough of. A moment later I lost track of future needs completely. Jason was holding himself above me on one arm, his other was stroking down my body from breasts to stomach, making my body twitch. I clenched deep inside, making him groan my name again. I didn’t want to play any more, I wanted him to take me, lose himself in me. I pushed my hips up to meet his, scratched across his back, trying to communicate my needs…difficult as Jason had taken possession of my mouth again, his tongue stroking my lips, tangling my tongue. Always a big one for mixed singals, as soon as Jason started to pull out of me I tighted my hold on him…resisting his retreat as much as I welcomed his return a moment later. And a moment later. And a moment later. I writhed beneath him, trying to match his rhythm, not at all sure I was succeeding. I grabbed his ass, urging him back into me every time he withdrew. He was barely holding himself up now, pulling against my shoulders as he pounded against me. I felt the wave building inside me, an explosion kindling right where the tip of his cock was stroking inside me. I changed the angle of my hips, instinctively seeking friction against my clit. My orgasm scraped cries from my throat, and I’m sure I drew blood from his back. Jason’s breathing became ragged, his thrusts harder, more need and less pattern. I rode out the aftershocks he was drawing from my body, and held him tightly as he exploded into me.

My fantasies had always ended at the orgasm, usually abruptly. They had never given me a hint of the satisfaction, the comfort I’d feel lying beneath him as he recovered his strength. I’d never guessed how good just feeling him breath, caressing his back, smelling his hair, kissing his shoulder would be. I might have felt cheated, if I’d had room to feel anything more. All those daydreams, and none of this. Never again.

“Do you have any idea,” I heard Jason murmuring against my shoulder, “how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I tried for the punchline of the joke, “Oh, about 9 months, 3 weeks, and a few days?”

“No,” he answered, taking his weight back onto his arms, pushing up and looking down at my face. “Longer than that. Before the campaign. Ever since the first time I saw you, walking into an elevator.” I didn’t know how I was going to tell him, I didn’t know if I was going to tell him, but I knew that I was going to enjoy making up for lost time.


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