by Yvette Hines
Damn he’s good, she thought and things were only just getting started.
He took his time, there was no need to rush. Pausing, he pulled her nightgown up over her head, revealing her breasts to his sight.
For a brief moment, Yasmine thought about covering her breasts. For some reason that thin barrier had made her feel secure. But, when she looked into Jason’s eyes, she knew she wanted no artificial layers between them.
~ML~
Jason loved the sight of her breasts clothed and had imagined secretly to himself how they would look—now he knew. Reaching out a hand, he touched the softness of her skin, the firm globes of her breasts. They were just the right size, not too large, but would never be classified as small.
Her mahogany brown areolas puckered into taut nipples that seemed to reach toward him, begging for his affections, for him to taste.
He couldn’t stop himself. “You have beautiful breasts.” He leaned down to taste one of the buds that were availed to him.
~ML~
Her back arched off the bed as his mouth claimed one of her nipples, and her hands grasped hold of the back of his head holding him closely as he adored one breast, then the other. Sucking, pulling, and drawing them deeper into his hot mouth.
Biting on the bottom of her lip she was lost in a world of sensual sensations. At the apex of her thighs her core blossom and throb without being touched. She could feel the trickle of her own juice run down the crease of her butt.
Jason’s expert tongue swirled and flicked each rigid peak and her body began to writhe on the silky sheet, her legs tightened around his hips, bringing her naked, heated sex in contact with his still covered, but significantly aroused one. In the years she had been married, her body had never come close to feeling these sensations, and over the years she had fooled herself that it could never be this way, no matter what her friends and magazines reported.
Even with all of the time her body had lain dormant, she knew what this all led to—she was going to come.
Every nerve ending in her body was drawn tight, awaiting release. One last suckle of Jason’s hungry mouth was enough to give her body what it asked for and took her over the edge.
~ML~
He had seen his share of women come before, but none of his prior encounters prepared him for the sight of Yasmine’s total abandonment.
As he felt her hips lurch forward off the bed, and her abs contracting to the point of lifting her shoulders from the mattress, then to return her to it in a glowing, quivering mass, he was amazed and aroused. He had to have her.
Making quick work of his underwear, he rolled over to his back taking her body with him. He noticed the questioning look in her eyes at her newfound position. “I want you to always feel you are in total control, Yasmine.”
With little pause, her hands began to explore his body. Beginning at his chest her hands slid over the muscles of his pecks, using her nails to lightly graze his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. Leaning down she first placed a kiss on the area where the slight dimple was located on his chin, then she moved on and gave the same attention to his drawn nipples as he had given to hers. Just like for her, it was a susceptible spot for him.
Sitting back up, her hands continued on their venture as they moved down the center of his abs—amazingly his manhood became harder the closer her delicate hands came to it.
When finally she took him within her hands and began a massaging stroke to his rigid length from tip to base—he could take no more.
Like a bee to honeysuckle, he lifted her hips and placed himself against her opening, conveying the message that he needed to be inside her now.
Understanding clearly the message of his need, she glided down his length.
Torture. Pure erotic, unadulterated, pleasure-filled torture. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, praying for control.
She consumed the full extent of his manhood in her tight, wet, warm heat.
He watched her expressions as she began rotating her hips, acquainting herself with his body; he liked the alluring sight she made straddling his hips in the moon’s rays. The lighting made her rich champagne skin-tone shimmer with an ethereal appearance. It would have been as if he was making love to an angel, if it wasn’t for the sinful look of intense, enjoyment captured on her face.
Using his thumb, he began making circles around the bud of her delight, taking her over the edge for the second time that night. The feeling of her body pulsing around him almost took Jason beyond all that he could handle. Gritting his teeth, he forced deep breaths out of his mouth.
When the fluttering spasms of her sex calmed he pulled out of her warmth.
“It’s not over yet.”
He noted the shock and surprise that lit her eyes, but when his fingers began to play once again with her now relaxed clitoris, bringing it back to life, renewed arousal flared with fire in her eyes. He knew she was ready for round two.
Alternating their positions, he moved behind her as she knelt before him on all fours. Placing his knees between hers, he widened his stance causing her thighs to splay wide before him. The view of her arched back and upturned hips, the sight of her rounded behind and swollen lips, shining with her juices awaiting his stiff shaft, shook him to the core. Sweat beaded on his upper lip.
When she looked at him over her shoulder with expectation of what was to come, he couldn’t resist—he had to taste her. Dipping his head down, he smelled the aphrodisiac of her musk, knowing that he had brought her to this point, caused excitement to course through his veins. His gut tightened and his heart slammed into his chest when he tasted her from clit to crease. The salty spice of her slick flesh, as she pressed her essence flush against his mouth and the moans of another rising climax was his undoing. He pulled away, righted himself and chuckled at her cry of disappointment that he had stopped. But he would not be detoured, this time he planned to come with her.
With his hands firmly grasping her hips, he positioning the tip of his manhood at her opening and with one smooth thrust he buried himself deep inside of her until he could feel her wetness coating the base of his erection—her cheeks fused against his lower abdomen.
She screamed as her inner muscles began to spasm and seize around him. He pulled out and pushed towards home again, this time angling for the deepest penetration. She was a tight fit, almost too small. But she took him without complaint, lowering her shoulder toward the mattress, wanting, begging for more, and he gave it to her.
Over and over, he slammed into her waiting heat. He felt unglued, as if he were coming apart at the seams—animalistic. He heard himself groan and roar, but he had no fear that he was hurting her as she arched and gyrated her hips, meeting every one of his thrusts. His eyes were squeezed shut, but he heard her nails clawing and pulling at the sheets, moments before she screamed and climaxed a third time. As her walls squeezed and convulsed around him, he pumped into her hard, pulling her to him until her knees lifted from the bed. He released his seed into her, hot and thick. He held her above the bed, pressed against him, as if willing the universe to allow him to remain inside of her for all eternity.
~ML~
The next morning Yasmine woke up with regrets in her heart. Mostly because she had turned to Jason in a time of need and allowed herself to depend on another man. She couldn’t let that happen again. She’d built a wall around herself over the past years and had managed to take care of herself and she would continue to do the same. When this marriage was over she would walk away with her two children and her heart intact.
Yasmine slowly eased herself off Jason’s chest, as he snored lightly, where she had made herself comfortable through the night after they’d made love.
She was glad she had awakened before him, because it gave her the opportunity to study him undisturbed. Looking at him in the morning’s sunlight, he looked relaxed and young. The lines normally creasing his face due to stress and deep concentration were gone. All that remained was the sweet
pale honey tanned complexion of his face, the slight dimple that was more to the left of his chin then centered, the baby brown eyelashes that rested on his cheeks, his strongly angled nose, and the shadow of dawn’s growth along his chin.
Everything about him was sexy to her. Even with the guilt riding her consciousness with what had happened last night, she could still feel her body responding to the nearness of him. Completely loved parts from the night before were beginning to awaken anew, wanting to be caressed by him again.
Quickly, but silently, Yasmine got out of the bed, picked up the robe and lingerie from the floor and padded to the bathroom.
Dropping her load to the tile she set the temperature of the water and got into the shower. Every place she touched, her breasts and the apex of thighs, was sore and tender from Jason attentions. She moaned softly, every fiber of her being wanted to crawl back in bed with him for round two—no four.
Stop it, she chided herself. She attempted to clear her mind and cleanse her body of the evidence of what she had done.
Feeling refreshed and confident that she had everything back in perspective, Yasmine turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
Thirteen
“Good morning, Yasmine.” Jason leaned against the doorjamb in his underwear, socks, and a T-shirt.
Yasmine jumped and made an endeavor to cover her body with her hands. “I thought you were still asleep?” Dumb question if he’s standing right in front of you.
He grabbed a towel off the rack and walked toward her, wrapping it around her body. “I was until I rolled over to find myself sleeping alone.”
Jason, near and wide-awake, was even more disturbing to her senses. Taking the towel with her, she stepped out of his embrace and composed herself as much as possible. “Jason, we need to talk.”
“I’m listening.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
As if it was a security blanket, she clutched the towel around her body. “I’d like to get dressed first. I feel a little uncomfortable being practically naked in front of you.”
“After last night, I don’t know why you would.”
Yasmine watched him taking a stance like he wasn’t planning to leave.
“That’s exactly why.”
Yasmine watched his eyebrow arch, then he exited the bathroom without a word.
Yasmine quickly dressed, packed up her items, and left the bathroom to confront the issues lying between her and Jason.
~ML~
Jason went into the room and got his things out of his suitcase to prepare for his shower. He wasn’t going to attempt to figure out what was going on in Yasmine’s head. He had put himself on the line, allowing himself to be there for her when she needed him, but now the reality had set in like the morning sun and she was acting guilty as hell.
He refused to allow himself to feel contrite about what could only be described as one of the most intense nights of his life. He was a grown man and he understood what the rules of the marriage were. But, he wasn’t the one who’d changed them mid-stride.
Jason had to be honest with himself, he had wanted to make love to her badly and he would’ve initiated it himself if he thought that she would agree to it. But, her defenses had been so high he hadn’t even bothered. Even if they had not made love, he had enjoyed the evening with her. At times during the night he had laughed and felt relaxed like he’d never allowed himself to do with anyone else. He didn’t know why it had occurred with Yasmine, but he was glad they would at least have a civil relationship—if not intimate.
Yasmine walked back into the room fully dressed in jeans and a button down, crisp white top. Immediately, his first instinct was to walk over to her and unbutton it, giving himself the opportunity to view her breasts in the sunlight.
After what had happened in the bathroom and the set look she had on her face now, told him that was not going to happen.
“So, talk.” He watched her set her bag by the open doors to the living room.
She looked him directly in the eye. “Jason, what happened last night can never happen again.”
“Why?” Jason asked. He wasn’t going to make this easy for her. She was the one who stepped over the line and she would put it back in place—if that was possible.
“Why? Because it never should have happened in the first place.” She was emphatic.
“So, we made love, Yasmine. We’re big kids, we can handle it.”
“Let’s not get things confused, Jason, we had sex last night. There was no love involved.”
Jason didn’t know why he felt offended by her words, but he did. “Whatever way you want to classify it, I’m fine with it.”
“But you don’t think that it should end here.”
“I don’t see how it would change things one way or the other.”
“How could you not? If we keep sleeping together, then when this thing is over … I don’t want to get hurt.”
Jason could feel his feathers getting ruffled and he couldn’t put his finger on why. “What makes you so sure you’re the one who’ll be hurt?”
She paced as if a cat in a cage. “Look, Jason, I’m not going to debate this with you. Last night was a big mistake; can we just agree with that?”
Hell, no, Jason thought. He wanted to ask her what made it such a big mistake. He felt affronted; like he had done something wrong last night. He knew he had been out of the saddle for a while, but he had never had complaints about his ability previously. Besides, he himself had witnessed her having an orgasm, three if he was to be exact.
He didn’t want to be catty, so tried to be tactful. “I’ll agree that you needed me and I don’t regret being there for you.”
She stopped pacing and looked down toward the floor. He caught a quick glimpse of an expression that crossed her face. Is it shame?
As her stance and silence stretched on, he became angrier. He fought hard to keep a reign on his temper. “Fine, you don’t have to worry about me bothering you, Yasmine. I’m a big boy, if I’ve got nothing else, self control is one thing I do have.” Grabbing up his clothes and heading toward the shower, he couldn’t stop himself from his parting comment. “Besides, it’s in the rules that we can adventure out if need be. So, I don’t see a reason for this to happen ever again.”
He didn’t wait for her expression to change, didn’t wait to hear what she had to say, he just entered the bathroom, closed the door, then pressed his head against the hard wood. He knew that after last night’s experience, being with another woman was the furthest thing from his mind.
~ML~
“So, is Romeo here?” Leigh asked when Yasmine answered the door later that afternoon.
“No.” She turned and led the way back to the kitchen where she had been making a list of things she would need to get for the kids. “After breakfast with his siblings he dropped me off then he went home, I guess.”
“You guess?” Leigh’s face held a frown as she sat down across from Yasmine at the table.
Picking up the pencil, she added more notes to a pad she was writing on. “Leigh, keeping tabs on Jason is not part of our agreement. As long as he shows up when I need him to, I couldn’t care less what he does.”
“Ah haa...” Leigh picked up one of the children’s clothing magazines and flipped through it.
Her continued silence made Yasmine look up. She set her pencil down and folded her hands in front of her on the table. “Go ahead, spill it. I know I won’t have a moment’s peace until you get it out.”
“Nothing...” Leigh continued her pretense of being interested in the magazine. “Look, they have boys’ Batman undershirts on sale.”
“I know you can’t give two figs about boys’ undershirts—so just say what you have to say. Come on, Leigh, get it off your chest.” Yasmine leaned back in her chair.
“Fine, if you want to hear it, here goes.” Her friend leaned across the table. “Look, Yasmine, you can’t tell me that you spent the night with Jason, the tall sexy god, and not
care where or who he’s with. Remember who you’re talking to here.”
Brushing it off, Yasmine began jotting notes again, saying, “So, we slept in the same room, big deal.”
“I’m sure you all weren’t in twin beds.”
“Which means?” Yasmine didn’t look up from her writing.
“Yasmine...”Leigh paused, until Yasmine glanced up. “You know you want to tell me about it, so stop all the dry voice tone.”
“Which dry tone?” Yasmine spoke in an even drier one.
“That one.” Her friend pointed at her.
“Fine, what do you want to know?” Slumping back in her seat, she exhaled a sigh of frustration, not that it did any good, Leigh ignored her.
“Everything. Starting with, if you slept with him.”
“I already answered that one.”
“I don’t mean if you, quote-unquote, shared the same room or bed...” Leigh allowed the statement to hang in the air.
Yasmine picked up a furniture magazine and opened it to a page she had marked and began putting more figures on the paper. “Leigh, you’re pathetic. As much entertainment as you get in your own life, I can’t see why mine should be so interesting for you.”
“You did it. You broke down and had sex with him.” Leigh hooted with laughter.
“I didn’t say that.” She attempted to deny it over her friend’s delight.
“You didn’t have to. The look in your eyes is as good as an admission of guilt.” Leigh fluffed the crimson colored mass on her head. “But don’t feel guilty, I wouldn’t. Shoot, I would have never had a reception after the vows were said; I would’ve dragged him to the closest Holiday Inn and would’ve been on him like a bee to a honeycomb. Remember this is from a woman that doesn’t even date white men.”
Yasmine knew she wouldn’t be able to hide what had happened from her friend, but she was willing to try. Being with Jason and his family all morning and afternoon had not allowed her the time to process her feelings and she was still a bit raw from Jason’s comment in the hotel.