His happy, sparkling blue eyes looked her up and down. A lascivious grin broadened his features as he noticed how her tight, white tee-shirt now clung to her ample bosom as did his blue dress shirt, which had refused protection from the rain by his leather jacket, clung to him. Her faded blue Levi's which hugged her hips, as only a pair of well-worn jeans could, were also damp, but not completely saturated with rainfall as his black jeans were. He enjoyed the view she presented, but he felt guilty for dripping all over her floor. His hands held on to hers, as with apologetic eyes, he said, "I got you all wet."
Keesha's eyes smiled wickedly at his innocent statement and she replied, "You don't know the half of it."
Jason's face flushed as he completely understood the double meaning of her wanton reply. Feeling equally lustful in his own right, but only wanting to proceed on her terms, he suggested, "Care to fill me in?"
"Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Fill me?" Keesha asked softly. She knew that this flirtatious side of her surprised him. She grinned from ear to ear as Jason's flush became even more pronounced, as did other parts of his anatomy which didn't go unnoticed by her.
"Keesha," he said, breathlessly, "I... Um... Well, I..."
Keesha laughed as he lost his ability for coherent speech. She released his hands and raised hers to cup his face between her palms. Lowering his face to hers, she stood on her tiptoes as her mouth became a part of his own. Pressing her body against him, Keesha kissed him hungrily, pulling his pink tongue into her mouth and leaving him with no doubt as to her need for him.
Jason's arms closed around her as his tongue succumbed to her insistent demands. "I want you," she passionately, but silently told him over and over, rubbing herself against his hard body. "I want you, too," he passionately, but silently replied as he began to move to the rhythm she created. One denim-clad muscular thigh moved between hers, bringing them closer together and arousing them further. His hands roamed her back, her behind and her back again until they decided to venture forward and cup her full breasts. A ragged sigh escaped Keesha's lips and filled Jason's mouth as his thumbs and forefingers teased and tormented her hardened nipples through her wet tee-shirt and her lace bra. Enjoying the effect his fingers were having on her, his hands quickly moved to rid her and him of her meddlesome tee-shirt.
Jason's efforts proved to be futile as Keesha pulled away from his embrace. His eyes squinted at her in a daze of passion and confusion. "What's wrong?" he asked, surprised at the sound of his husky voice as well as his ability to use it.
Keesha back away and shook her. After moistening her swollen lips with the tip of her tongue, she said, "Nothing."
"Well, why did you stop us?" he asked, forcing his breathing to return to normal.
"We're not stopping. This is only the beginning," she said, taking his hand.
Jason smiled as Keesha led them to her bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door behind them. She thrilled him with another kiss that ended too quickly for Jason's liking, but soon he was distracted again as Keesha roughly pulled his rain slick leather jacket off of him. Once the jacket was discarded, she quickly started in on the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers were shaky as she tackled the arduous task of undressing him. As the seconds passed and she had only proceeded to halfway, Jason grew impatient and ripped the shirt off himself.
His bare chest gleamed in the moonlit room. His pecks, his six-pack stomach and his hard male nipples called to her and begged for the touch of her lips against his warm skin. As if in a trance, Keesha answered the call. With her fingertips, she trailed a path from his collarbone to his nipples and then lower to his navel. Jason closed his eyes as she wrapped her arms around his waist and again stood on tiptoe to reach first his collarbone. A sigh escaped him as her lips parted and she kissed him open-mouthed there. She took her time with each side, knowing how much he liked the attention at one of his many erogenous zones that still bore in her memory.
Smiling to herself, she left his collarbone with a love bite or two as she traveled lower to lavish her ardor on his broad chest. Her fingers again teased his nipples as she stepped back from him so that she could see his face. His eyes fluttered open and the heat, which shone in her eyes, overcame him. He wanted to say something to her, maybe tell her again how much he loved her, but once again, words escaped him. As her tongue, lips and teeth tugged and suckled him, he was rendered speechless. His fingers lost themselves in the wildness of her hair as he pressed her closer to him. His chin rested on top of her head, as he moaned, "Keesha..."
"Hmm?" she sighed, pausing briefly to give her attention to his other nipple. Her hand became busy as one slipped between them and through his jeans, closed over his bulging manhood. Her hand stroke the rigid length of him, making them both forget that denim still separated them.
Jason removed one hand from her hair to close over her hand, which persisted in tormenting him. Pressing himself into their hands, together, they began to stroke him, making his need for her, as well as, his arousal grow.
Unable to take any more of her titillating torture, Jason grabbed Keesha by her wrists. His grip was strong, but not painful, she decided, as she raised her eyes to his. Intending to moisten her lips, her tongue darted back out, but before it had a chance to dart back in, Jason's lips were on hers and his tongue was powerful in its determination to taste her thoroughly and hungrily. Backing her to the bed, he entrapped her with his kiss and his hold on her.
Their kiss never ended as Keesha fell backwards onto the bed. Her thighs parted and Jason landed between them. When her legs closed around his waist, his subconscious became certain that he would burst the zipper of his jeans if he did not release himself soon. Jason turned a deaf ear to his subconscious as he kept a strong hold on her wrists while their kiss deepened and his lower body began to grind against hers.
For timeless seconds they remained glued to each other. Lips on lips, his hands closed around her wrists and her legs locked around his waist until finally they had to come up for air.
Jason released his hold on her wrists. Resting on one bent elbow, he allowed his spare hand to begin its own exploration. Starting with the pulse which beat rapidly at the base of her throat, he traveled to the v-neck of her tee-shirt down to its hem. His hand slid underneath the cotton material and began to drag it up as his hand caressed the smooth warmth of her skin. Pausing for a moment, he pulled the garment over her head.
The pale glow of nature's light revealed to him the beauty of her lace-covered breasts. Her dark brown nipples peaked through and teased him, daring him to make the tight, hardened nubs even tighter and harder. He accepted the challenge and lowered his mouth to her. His tongue drew her nipple into his mouth and with the help of the lace began to drive her to madness. Only when her hands clutched his head did he stop.
He leaned over her and kissed her again, thoroughly and completely. His hands closed over her wrists again as he kissed her, pressing her arms back down against the bed. Raising himself from their kiss, he paused to look into her eyes. He saw excitement and wonderment at his need to hold her down, but he didn't see fear. Confident that she accepted his challenge, he continued to pin her down as his lips closed over her breast again.
The need to touch him and hold him close to her coupled with the inability to do so, inflamed Keesha. Writhing on the bed, she moaned his name. "Jason..."
"Hmm?" he breathed back as his teeth pulled the bra away from her breast. His hot breath against her sensitive bare flesh caused her to shiver in anticipation. His mouth again closed over her nipple, but without the intrusion of the lace, the contact was much more intense for both of them.
"Jason," she said, her voice stronger, but still laden with passion called to him.
He raised his head and looked at her full in the face. Without another word, he understood. She wanted him inside of her now. He quickly moved to remove their clothing to make what she wanted reality.
Her smooth brown skin was beautiful to his love-filled eyes. "Exquisite," he murmured as he lowered himself beside her body.
Keesha rolled over on her side so that they were face to face. Although the lighting was limited, she could still see him and she could appreciate the perfection of his god-like, chiseled body. Her eyes shimmering with tears, she whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too," he whispered back. He closed the small gap between them and leaned in to give her a kiss that unbalanced her and pushed her onto her back. Once on her back, Jason maneuvered her so that she moved again, causing her to lay on her stomach.
Keesha's hands clutched her sheets as he began to lavish kisses on the back of her neck and her back. Her heart lodged in her throat when his hands began to knead her backside and when his lips soon followed, she cried out in pleasure. His fingers moved between her and the bed to discover her moist center as lips and tongue teased her from behind. Involuntarily, her legs began to kick and her hands grabbed even more of the sheet, almost ripping them from the bed.
The small bedroom echoed with her moans of satisfaction and his sighs of pleasuring her. The queen size bed began to creak as Keesha's entire body began to spasm. She buried her face in her mattress and her voice was muffled as she moaned, "Oh, Jason, please. Please!"
Her quiet pleas broke through his love-induced trance to please her. He gave her another kiss before he raised his head and rolled her onto her back. Slowly, enjoying the movement and the moment, he parted her thighs. His fingers lightly moved against her inner thigh as he ignore the twitching of his erection. He would answer the call of his own need, but not yet. He wanted to savor the moment a few endless seconds more.
This time, Keesha was the one who was unable to take anymore of the tantalizing torture. Her hand moved between them and she held onto his aroused member. Scooting her body down the bed, she positioned herself so that his erection was just above her feminine core. Caressing, stroking and lightly squeezing proved to be his undoing and without further teasing, he entered her.
He indeed filled her as she had asked him to as he began to thrust deeply inside her. He had wanted to go slowly, but soon his body picked up a rapid pace. He created an intense rhythm and she matched him, raising her pelvis in time with his. With each thrust, she squeezed him tighter and tighter, drawing him deeper inside.
Her thighs squeezed his waist, urging him to increase his pace. As he lowered himself to the bed, resting most of his weight on one elbow, he lowered his mouth to hers. Their inflammatory kiss which was fueled by their urgency was ignited even more when Jason slipped his finger between them and began to stroke her small hardened nub.
With his deep, hard thrusts and the persistent pressure of his finger, Keesha soon reached released. Her thighs tightened around him as she came and within seconds, Jason joined her as he too climaxed.
Spent and drenched with perspiration, he held her close to his chest. One taut, brown thigh rested across his hard tanned ones as she wrapped an arm around his waist. Her head rested on his chest as her ear was serenaded by the sound of his steady heartbeat. They were quiet as they came to terms with their explosive lovemaking. The intensity of their passion for one another had surprised them and they needed the silence to help them accept it and revel in it.
Jason spoke first. His voice was raspy and filled with emotion as he said, "You amaze me."
"That's funny," she said softly, "I was thinking the same about you. I had no idea it would be that...be so..."
"Intense," he finished for her. When she nodded her head, he continued, "Neither did I."
They were quiet again for several moments before Keesha broke the silence. "Care to see if we can do it again?"
Jason gasped and raised his head and hers to look at her. "Again?"
She nodded as a naughty gleam lit her eyes. "Yeah. Are you up for it?"
Jason released a long sigh before he answered, "Not yet. Give me a minute, okay?"
"A minute? Okay. A minute is tolerable," she said, resting her head on his chest again and nestling closer to him.
Jason laughed softly and shook his head. He had a strong feeling that this time around things would be much different between them, and he could hardly wait.