She shook her head, sighed, and quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. She couldn't believe he had chased her up here.
No. That wasn't true. That actually seemed completely in character. She realized that what she couldn't believe was that he was going to see her looking like this.
She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to answer the door to Jason with her hair sopping wet and un-styled, her face scrubbed of all make-up, and wearing nothing more fashionable (or flattering, thankyouverymuch!) than a fluffy terrycloth towel.
Great.
She pulled open the door, which he was still knocking on in a steady rhythm, and said indignantly, “Jason, I have neighbors, you know! They probably don't appreciate that!”
“Well, then you should have...” he started to tease, with a mischievous glint in his eye. But then she saw him stop short, taking in her appearance. He looked her up and down slowly, his smile fading, the color draining from his face.
Damn, she thought ruefully. I must look worse than I thought.
He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, never taking his eyes from her body.
“You came here for a reason, I presume?” she asked, growing more annoyed by the second.
“Yeah, I...” he trailed off, and then started again, “God, you look so...you just look so...”
Holy crap, was he really going to insult her right now?!
“Sexy,” he finished, almost reverently, “So unbelievably goddamn sexy.”
OK. That was a surprise. But she would take it. She smiled.
Enjoying the feeling of having the upper hand and tired of him being the one to always take the initiative, she decided to make a bold move. Completely out of character for her...but it felt good.
Wordlessly and immediately, she reached up and unfastened her towel from where she had hooked it under her arm and dropped it to the floor, never breaking eye contact with him. She stood there, naked and unflinching under his hungry gaze, and felt herself becoming hotter and wetter.
God. Jason brought out a bold eroticism in her that she had never experienced in her life...but she thought that she could definitely get used to it!
Jason groaned and reached out to grab the back of the desk chair that he was standing next to in order to steady himself on his feet.
“Oh...Katie...” he breathed, looking her up and down. His gaze causing her to feel bolder, more empowered.
She took the two determined strides necessary to bring her to stand in front of him and immediately dropped to her knees. Still without speaking, she unzipped his fly and reached inside, pulling out his hard manhood.
He groaned even louder, tilting his head back and putting his other hand flat against the wall to effectively anchor himself in place.
She caressed him, up and down his shaft, delighting in how his member became even harder in her hands. She used both hands alternately, stroking up and down, so that there was never a part of him that she was not touching. She loved how his skin felt sliding against her hands, soft and velvety but hard as steel.
When she felt that he had taken all he could of that particular delectable torture, she slipped him inside her mouth and began to move her head up and down, applying slight pressure with her tongue all the way.
She varied the rhythm, pausing intermittently to pay special attention to areas where she got a particularly positive response to her mouth's hot and insistent caresses.
Jason breathed harder and harder, until Katie was sure that he was about to hyperventilate. She was momentarily concerned, but the strength of his grasp on the back of her head told her that he was in no danger of losing consciousness.
She smiled to herself. He was just having a good time!
As she continued to work his steel-hard shaft with her tongue and mouth, she let her fingers go searching through his pockets, both in his jacket and his pants. In the second pants pocket that she explored, she came across what she was looking for, and pulled out her prize triumphantly.
“Aha!” she exclaimed, pulling back and rising gracefully to her feet, holding up the foil-wrapped condom she had found, “I see that you were very confident of yourself again, Mr. Sloan.”
He smiled weakly, still clearly reeling from the touch of her velvet soft mouth. “I'd say it was warranted,” he teased, his voice hoarse.
She laughed. “Touché. But since you thought ahead and were responsible enough to bring this, I'd say it's only fair that we put it good use.”
As she said this, she took his hand and led him across the short expanse of floor to the bed. It was still unmade, the sheets rumpled from their adventures of the night before. She had been so wary of anyone finding out, of somehow sensing what had happened here, that she had left the 'Do Not Disturb' sign out all day.
She pushed him down on the bed so that he was sitting up, his back resting against the head board. She felt his eyes on her as she tore open the condom packet and then unrolled the plastic tube onto his hard cock. He shivered at even that small touch.
She smiled. She liked having that kind of power.
When she was finished, she put one hand on each of his shoulders, balancing as she swung her leg to the other side of him and straddled his body effortlessly. She began to kiss him deeply as she lowered herself onto his shaft, shuddering with the pleasure that each new inch of him entering her caused to course through her body.
When she had settled down onto him entirely, she paused a moment, just enjoying the feeling of kissing him, enjoying the feeling of him inside her. She squeezed her muscles around him and he gave a small cry of pleasure.
Without ever breaking their kiss, she began to move her hips up and down, slowly but steadily. She began their lovemaking at a slow and languorous pace, one that she knew would build in speed and intensity before too long. She wanted to savor this slow and unhurried moving of their bodies together while she could.
She felt Jason's hands slide up her legs, over her hips, and come to rest firmly on her waist. He held onto her there as she moved her hips in their rhythm, anchoring the two of them together even more strongly.
She moaned with greater pleasure. She loved it when Jason put his strong hands on her like that. She could feel his large, powerful hands – hardened and roughened and muscled from years of construction work – and they nearly encircled her tiny, delicate waist. Every time she came face to face with Jason's pure raw, physical power it left her breathless. It made her feel calm, safe, secure...but at the same time almost unbearably excited.
Her rhythm quickened, and at the same time his hips began thrusting up to meet hers. Katie threw her head back and arched her back, crying out in pure ecstasy.
Her hands moved up, tangling in Jason's beautiful hair, that gorgeous brown hair that she loved to touch. So many times, even when she was younger, she had had the urge to reach out and brush it with her fingertips, to stroke it away from his face, to run her fingers through it...but she never could. It was always off-limits.
Not anymore, though. She could bury her hands and her face in Jason's hair to her heart's content. There was no part of Jason's body that was off-limits to her now, and she found that idea unimaginably exciting.
“Oh, Jason...oh, yes...” she gasped as she felt herself getting closer.
As she continued to ride him, and as he continued to thrust up into her, she felt his mouth close over first one nipple and then the other. The hard point of his tongue was swirling around them, flicking them, sending electric jolts throughout her body – but especially concentrated in the one area that he was so deliciously burying himself in right at that moment.
“Oh, Jason, yes!” she cried, writhing in pure and intense pleasure, “Yes, that feels so good…I’m so…close!”
All of a sudden, the world fell out from under her and she felt as if she were doing somersaults, flipping through space.
It took her a moment to realize that this wasn't some incredibly realistic manifestation of a metaphor, a new way of experiencing an orgasm – no, she was actually now laying on her back. Jason had flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her. He was now stroking her hair away from her face and looking into her eyes.
“I know Katie…I know” he said, the wicked grin back on his face.
“Know what...?” She asked dreamily, lost in his eyes. As so often happened when she was lost in his eyes, she couldn't remember what she had just said, what he had just said...or much of anything else, for that matter. She was completely enraptured by his gaze.
He smiled. She could tell he knew exactly was going through her mind. He pretty much always did.
“I know that you were getting close,” he whispered conspiratorially, “Which is exactly why I wasn't going to let it happen yet. No, baby,” he continued, his voice growing huskier, “This is going to last awhile. We're going to enjoy this...”
With that, he began to plant sweet, gentle kisses all over her face and neck as he began to slowly but insistently pump into her again from this angle. Each time he thrust into her, he kissed her again, in a new location.
Katie leaned back and decided to just enjoy this new sensation, this passivity. She liked the idea that her only responsibility was to feel the pleasure he was giving her. It was so different from how she normally felt, this whole sensation of being well taken care of, well cared for. She hadn't felt it since...well, since the last time she had seen Jason.
As he continued his steady rhythm, he trailed his tongue lightly over her chest until his mouth found her nipples again. As he sucked and licked each of them in turn, the need began to fire in her again, and she knew that she would no longer be able to maintain the passive and relaxed stance that she had been enjoying.
Indescribable pleasure filled her body. She began to writhe, she began to moan, and her hands began to move ever more frantically on his body.
This time, it was she who began thrusting her hips up to meet his rhythm, and, oh, it felt so good. She knew he wanted to prolong the encounter, but she also knew that she was nearing her breaking point.
When she could take it no longer, she gasped, a pleading note in her voice, “Please, Jason...I need to...oh...please make me come....I need to...”
A strangled cry tore from his throat at her desperate words, and he moaned, “Yes, Katie. Oh, baby, yes...just let go...I want you to...”
His words were barely through being processed in her brain before she heeded them. Her core exploded in fireworks of pleasure, spasms tearing through her torso, her limbs clutching at Jason for all she was worth.
She heard herself screaming but barely recognized her own voice, she sounded like a savage and wild beast. Which, if she was honest, was not entirely inaccurate at that moment.
As her body calmed and the stars flickering before her closed eyes began to fade, she became aware of Jason holding her gently and stroking her hair.
She opened her eyes, looking into his again. Uh-oh. This was dangerous territory. Better concentrate if she wanted to keep track of the conversation!
On his face was the most stunning expression of affection and pride that she had ever seen. It was an expression of love. She reached up and gently ran her fingers over his cheek, his chin. She just loved touching him.
“Did you...?” she asked tentatively.
He shook his head, a smile on his lips.
“I wanted to watch you,” he said, grinning lopsidedly, “I didn't want to be distracted.”
She grinned back widely, “Well, then we need to start up again.”
He kissed her forehead, “I appreciate it, babe, but don't feel you have to do that for me. I'm just happy to have made you happy.”
She laughed, running her fingers through his hair, “Number one, I think that – while there is probably a grain of truth in there – it's mostly bullshit. Number two,” she added, naughtiness tingeing her voice, “Who says I'm finished? I think I could definitely go for round two, if you're interested.”
He buried his head in her neck, “My God, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met,” he breathed as he began to thrust inside of her again.
This time, there was no slow build-up. There was no romantic pre-amble. Their passion overtook them almost as soon as they began to move again. Her already sensitized flesh causing her to quickly reach climax.
Their pleasure crested its peak simultaneously, and Katie did make a point to keep her eyes open and watch him as he lost control. Wow. He was definitely on to something with that, it was probably the most erotic thing she had ever seen – watching his face contort and his muscles bunch in ecstasy, and knowing that it was she who had made him feel that intense pleasure.
As soon as they came down from their massive mutual highs, exhaustion hit Katie like a ton of bricks. NO! She thought as she felt herself being pulled down into sleep, I want to stay up with Jason! I want to talk with him, to laugh, to snuggle, to spend every minute...there's not enough time...
But it was no use. The emotional and physical exertion of the weekend had finally caught up with her, and sleep was dragging her into its steel embrace whether she liked it or not.
As if from far away, she heard Jason whisper, “I love you, Kit Kat. I love you like I never thought it was possible to love someone.”