FIFTY-SEVEN

 

"Hey, there's a whole box of spring rolls here that we missed. You want one?" Jason asked.

Xan didn't even glance at them as she shook her head. She just wasn't hungry any more. Nerves writhed like snakes in her belly, leaving no room for anything else.

"I've fucked up again. I should have taken you to Sydney's finest restaurant, not ordered a bunch of stuff from the local Chinese. I'm sorry, Xanthe. I'm just so fucking euphoric about today that I wanted to keep you to myself for a bit longer." His eyes beseeched her. "Tomorrow, I'll take you out to dinner wherever you want. I'll find something with Michelin stars or something."

"We can have all the fancy dinners we want at home. The resort's chefs are as good as any you'll find in Sydney, or anywhere in Australia."

Jason ran his fingers through his hair, like he always did when he got nervous. "Right. Of course. What about dessert, though? We forgot to order sweets."

He was as jittery as she was about tonight, Xan realised. One of them would have to take the initiative, of they'd be dithering all night. "I think it's time for the taking our clothes off bit."

"You're sure?" he enquired.

Xan laughed. "Now that has to be a first. I've never seen you hesitate about getting naked before, least of all around me."

He grinned. Off came the pants, followed, one button at a time, by his shirt. He turned his back before he took off his undies, flashing his taut backside before he rotated around to show her the goods. Jason struck a Priapic pose, his hips thrust toward her so he jutted out impressively. "It's all yours, Xanthe. Every inch."

She'd only ever seen him during or after a swim, and she'd thought him big then. But she'd never seen him properly turned on, like he was now. The man wasn't just big. He was huge.

Xan swallowed. "You might have to go easy on me with that thing," she said. "I haven't had sex for three years. I might be a bit out of practice."

Jason nodded gravely. "Three years? Seriously? We better start practising tonight." He eyed her dress. "I could bend you over the table right here if you want to keep that on, but I really want you to take it off. I've dreamed about you naked for a bloody long time."

Xan rose and held out her arms. "Take me bed, Jason."

He lifted her like the bride she was and carried her to his bedroom. He set her on her feet, pulling her in close for a kiss. Now, her pretty dress got in the way. Too much fabric between his skin and hers.

Xan reached for her zip, but found his hands already there, undoing the back of her bodice in a steady purr. The straps slid down her arms, so she stepped away from him to allow the dress to puddle at her feet.

He closed the distance between them in a moment, making her gasp as his body pressed against hers. Now, the only obstacle between them was her underwear. She didn't have time to think about it, though, because Jason was kissing her again. Devouring her lips, then pressing feather-light pecks along her throat to her chest. His deft hands slid her bra off so smoothly he didn't even pause in his path down her breast. She sighed as he took her nipple in his mouth, gently sucking for just a moment before he turned his attention to her other breast.

Warm satin landed on her foot. Her knickers, she knew, removed by Jason's hands, which now cupped her bottom, pressing her firmly against him.

All thoughts about size faded away as Xan hooked a leg around his hip, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her. She murmured something to that effect, but she wasn't sure if he heard her, what with him so focussed on her breasts and all.

Evidently he had, because the next thing she knew, Jason lifted her effortlessly so she sat in the middle of his king-sized bed with her knees bent up and everything between on display. She didn't have time to feel self-conscious, as Jason knelt between her legs, one hand lifting his length as the other stroked her thigh.

Fear returned. Gods, it looked even bigger than before. More aroused than before, by her. Sure, she wanted him, but how in hell was he going to get that thing inside her?

"Go easy on me?" Xan squeaked.

Jason laughed gently. "Don't worry, I'll take it slow. We have all night." He took hold of her thighs, pulling her legs toward him so she lost her balance and her head hit the pillows. Her eyes never left his. "So you want to feel me inside you?" Jason murmured.

No longer sure of her voice, Xan nodded.

He gave her no warning, driving into her so sharply that she cried out. She clenched around him, but he withdrew as quickly as he'd entered her.

Jason held up two dripping fingers. "Fuck, Xanthe, you're wetter than the ocean down there. And smooth as silk." He pushed his fingers slowly back inside her. And again. He'd angled his hand perfectly to hit all the right spots, and his eyes told her he knew it.

His name became a breathless moan on her lips as he stroked her all the way to Elysium and back. She found herself shaking as he leaned in to kiss her, while his fingers maintained their relentless rhythm.

She was no longer Xanthe, a woman of flesh and blood. She was a nebulous cloud of sensation, spun by Jason's skilful hands until she saw stars. Then she screamed, and Jason's face swam back into focus. Triumphant, grinning, as he lifted his dripping fingers to his lips.

"You taste like the sea, too."

Another orgasm like the last one would blow her apart, Xan was sure of it. She reached for him. "Make love to me, Jason," she implored.

"I'm not done kissing you yet," he said. He moved down the bed, away from her, and Xan raised her head to see where he'd gone. He sat between her knees now, lifting her legs up higher.

"Yes. Oh, yes," she murmured, bracing herself for his first thrust.

His fingers parted her, the rough callouses on his fingertips rasping over sensitive skin until she let out a low moan. He knew exactly where to rub her just right so that she writhed in his grasp, plunging helplessly toward another rush of pleasure.

Just as she peaked, he plunged into her, so that she came hard around him. It wasn't until she came up for air that she realised he was only teasing her with his tongue. Xan stared as Jason licked his lips, then lowered his head to run his tongue over her, inside her, again.

And once again, she was lost. So completely out of control. And his, by all the gods, his.