Lindsee knocked on Jason’s door late Friday night.
She knew he would be home; he always was when she needed him. Sure enough, he
came to the door in less than a minute looking like he had just rolled out of
bed and threw on whatever was on the floor. He wore rumpled jeans and a baggy
black t-shirt. Her eyes ran over him and her breath caught. With his hair messy
and his clothes ragged, he was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen.
“What’s up, buttercup?” he asked with a sideways
smile.
She smiled back and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Can I come in and talk?”
“Of course.” He held the door open as she walked in
and tried not to stare too much at her legs. He rarely saw as much skin on her
as what her shorts were showing. Small and black, they looked like something
she would wear to bed but never in public. As she took off her jacket to reveal
a small red tank top, his thoughts were confirmed. “Just got out of bed?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t sleep and decided I should come see
you. You have a way of calming my mind,” she admitted sheepishly. Normally, she
would feel more self-conscious with how little she was wearing, but tonight she
felt bold. She followed him to his room and sat next to him on the disheveled
bed. She worried her hands together and tried to look everywhere except him.
She didn’t know how she was going to tell him. She didn’t know how to make her
move.
She
looked over at him and licked her lips. His hair hung long and curly around his
ears. His dark eyes drifted from her lips to her pale blue eyes. He gasped
slightly as she moved forward to press herself against him. “Lindsee,” he
began, “what are you doing?”
“I’m not sure yet. Can we just go with it and see
what happens?” She traced his jaw from chin to ear with her tongue.
Jason moaned as she nibbled his ear lobe. “What
happened to talking?” he gasped.
She pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.
Flecks of green made a hypnotic swirl around his dilated pupils. “Would you
like me to stop?” she whispered seductively.
A tremor went through his body as he hooked a hand
onto the back of her head. “God no.”
He pulled her into a deep kiss. His tongue slowly ran
across her bottom lip and her breath came out in a sudden whoosh. Her hands
spasmed and her nails furrowed into his back. He growled and pushed her onto
her back, their bodies pressing together. His lips traveled down her chest to
the top of the tank top, which he abruptly ripped off her body. As he kissed
the top of each breast, his right hand slid underneath her to the clasp. He
pulled off the bra in one smooth motion and she smiled.
“You’re quite good at that.”
“Loads of practice,” he whispered as his teeth grazed
her left nipple. Her eyes rolled up as her eyelids fluttered and her breath
quickened. “There are other things I’m quite good at as well.”
“Please,”
she gasped. “Show me.”
His
grin widened and he quickly pulled down her shorts. The red lace panties made
his palms sweat and his heart race, but he kept his cool as he traced the top
of them with his fingers.
Lindsee
growled softly and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it up and over his
head. She crawled over so she was sitting on top of him and bit onto his neck.
He moaned loudly and arched his back. She ran he tongue down his chest and to
his waistline. Hastily, for she hadn’t nearly the amount of self-control that
he did, she undid his jeans and ripped both them and his boxers off.
Her
hand reached out and wrapped around his erection. Her lips pursed and pressed
against the side briefly before parting and sliding over the top. Her eyes
never left his face and, to her satisfaction, he groaned and twisted his
fingers into her short cropped hair. He struggled to keep her gaze, but
couldn’t fight the pleasure and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.
As her
lips slid up and down him, he sighed and raised one knee beside her. Her hand
slid up onto his thigh and gripped tightly. With one more gasp, he pulled her
off of him and stripped her down quickly, all traces of “cool” gone. He moved
toward her but then stopped short. “I don’t have any condoms…”
“It’s
okay,” she said, eyes shining. “I’m on the pill.”
His
face lit up and he thrust forward, fitting smoothly inside her. She gasped and
her head fell back, hands gripping his shoulders. Her body shifted on the bed,
forming itself to him perfectly. They slid back and forth for an hour, digging
nails into each other’s backs, legs, shoulders. Biting and kissing everywhere
they could reach. Sometimes he was on her. At others she would be on him,
rocking her hips with a natural talent that sent him into a new state of mind.
At the end, they went together. It was a first time
they would never forget. Their cries of passion blended and faded as he settled
beside her on the mattress. Each was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Each
had half-lidded eyes from emotional exhaustion.
Not a word was shared, but oh the tales their gazes
held.
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