My First (Jason & Katie)

by Melanie Shawn

  Jason backed Katie against the wall and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her passionately, desperately...almost aggressively. All of the pent-up desire of the last ten years was being spent in that kiss, and Jason felt that maybe all of their demons were being exorcised, as well.

  He felt Katie's petite hands roaming his body. One minute they were tangled in his hair, the next they were caressing his shoulders and back, then they were grasping at his neck or caressing his face.

  His hands answered her exploration move for move. He ran them through her silky, golden hair, he trailed them up and down her arms, and he grasped the sides of her delicate neck as he began to trail kisses down it.

  As his head began to move down her neck, she wrapped her arms around his neck and, in one neat little jump, hopped up into his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist.

  God. Her body against his made him lightheaded.

  So did her words, as she moaned, “God, Jason, I need you...I've waited so long...I need to feel you...”

  He cupped his hands under her adorable and sexy ass and began to kiss her again, supporting her as he moved the two of them towards the hotel bed. When they got to the bed, he reached down and tore the covers from it, never breaking their kiss. He only wanted her skin to touch the cool, clean sheets. He wanted nothing but the best for his Katie.

  He lay her down gently on the bed, as if she were a priceless and fragile treasure.

  “Oh, Katie,” he breathed, looking into her eyes, “I'm going to make you feel so good, sweetheart.”

  She smiled, brushing his face with her fingertips, tears shimmering in her gorgeous blue eyes. She whispered, “You already are, Jason.”

  Jason began to kiss her again, gently, on her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her chin, and down her beautiful, slim neck. He was surprised at how he felt right now. A moment ago, he had been consumed by animal passion. He would have sworn that this encounter was going to be a tangled mass of grabbing at clothes, grasping each other desperately, and mindless ecstasy.

  Now, just a few moments later, he felt content to take things slowly, treasuring every small touch, every sight, every taste of her on his lips.

  He had waited to explore her body and take his time making love to her for so long, and he wasn't going to rush his opportunity now.

  As he trailed kisses slowly down her neck and felt the vibration of her moans through his lips as his kisses became ever more insistent, he trailed his fingertips over her body – up and down her arms, up and down her legs, and up and down her thighs.

  She began to squirm harder, to writhe a bit even, and then finally she caught one of his hands in both of hers and pulled causing him look up at her.

  She was panting, and the hair around her forehead was damp with the same sweat that was making her skin glisten. He felt himself grow even harder, if that was possible.

  “Jason,” she whimpered, “I need you...I need you so much...please, just...right now...I need to feel you...”

  God, he felt the erotic charge of her fevered exclamations to the very core of his body and soul. He closed his eyes and breathed it in.

  He rose up above her, and he saw her smile. He realized that she must think that he was giving in to her demands, speeding up and just taking her now, like she wanted.

  He grinned to himself.

  Katie Marie Lawson should know him well enough to know that he didn't do things a certain way just because her bossy little butt said that he should.

  He leaned down closer still, his mouth pressed against her ear, the weight of his body bearing down on her.

  “Katie...” he said.

  “Yes?” she gasped.

  “Do you trust me?” he whispered.

  “Yes...” she shivered in response.

  “Then you need to trust me now,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear, “Trust me that I'm going to make love to you tonight, and it's going to be amazing. Soul-shattering. I'm going to make your body feel things that you didn't even know it was capable of. I'm going to bring you pleasure that you never even dreamed was possible even in your wildest fantasies. But in order to do that, I need you to trust me. Do you think you can trust me, baby?”

  He felt her nodding frantically, and he drew back and resumed his mouth's slow journey down her body. He kissed and licked down her neck and across her chest. When he got to the neckline of her dress, he moved his hands up her outer thighs, drawing the hem of her dress up with them, and inched it up until it came free and he pulled it over her head.

  He tossed it aside, staring at her heaving breasts, mesmerized by how delicate and beautiful they were. The creamy mounds were topped by stiff, pink points. Their shuddering motion as Katie's breath hitched filling him with nearly uncontrollable desire.

  Under the weight of his hungry, lustful gaze, he saw her china skin begin to color to a rosy pink, all over her chest and belly. Her breathing became even more rapid, and her nipples hardened even further.

  Her body's reaction to the way his eyes took her in turned him on, driving him to heights of lust that he had never before experienced. Her skin, her breath, her nipples – she was reacting as if he was touching her, kissing her, licking her – that's how turned on she was getting just from the way that he looked at her.

  It was too much. He couldn't hold out any longer. He had to touch her, to taste her.

  He knelt beside the bed, leaning over and taking one of those tantalizing pink tips in his mouth, suckling at it, working it with his tongue. With his hand, he caressed her belly and her side and played with her other stiff, sensitive nipple.

  He knew he was driving her crazy. She was wiggling her butt back and forth on the bed, and her hands were grasping at the back of his head and on his strong forearm. She was murmuring unintelligibly, encouraging him...begging him. But, he was proud of her. She was staying true to her word to trust him.

  He smiled.

  Trust like that deserved to be rewarded.

  As he continued to suck and lick at both of the sensitive peaks of her breasts, he moved his hand further down, urging her thighs apart. She spread her legs open for him willingly, eagerly even.

  He trailed his fingertips in little circles and curlicues up the inside of her thighs until he came to the very center of her core. He could feel the heat radiating from her, even through the flimsy material of her panties.

  As he lightly brushed his fingers up the fabric, he noticed that it was soaking wet.

  Katie groaned and arched her back as she felt his light touch on the sensitive skin of her lips, even through the fabric that covered them.

  “Yes, Jas, yes...” she murmured. He heard the note of desperation in her voice. He smiled. He loved seeing Katie like this.

  He slowly slid her panties down over her legs and threw them aside. He took a moment to fully appreciate her beautiful body. His eyes roamed across her perfect full breasts, down the curve of her thin waist, sliding even lower past her hips, finally landing on her center. His hands gripped her inner thighs as he gently nudged her legs apart and watched her grow even wetter right before his eyes.

  He smiled.

  Pulling her hips to the edge of the bed he knelt before her, in between her knees. He placed the palm of his large, strong hand flat on her lower belly and began to trail his thumb lightly along her outer lips, never penetrating the folds underneath. He felt her shudder under his feather-light caress.

  “Katie,” he said huskily.

  “Yes...” she gasped, her head thrown back, her eyes closed.

  “Katie,” he repeated, “I have a question for you.”

  “OK,” she moaned.

  “Do you remember the other day in the truck?”

  She nodded. He grinned wickedly.

  “Say it,” he commanded. There was a smile in his voice, but it was clear he was serious.

  “I remember,” she moaned.

  His voice grew thick with desire as he said, “Tell me what happened in the truck.”

/>   She moaned and threw her head back, but didn't answer.

  He waited. She moaned again. He repeated, “Tell me what happened in the truck.”

  She moaned, “Oh, Jason...Oh, God, Jason...”

  He slowed the movement of his thumb to a virtual crawl and she grasped his forearm desperately.

  “Tell me,” he teased.

  “You...you made me...” she stammered, and then spat out all at once, “You made me come!”

  He began to move his thumb again, “That's right, I did. I made you come. Did you like it?”

  She nodded furiously, throwing her head back again, eyes still closed.

  “It felt good?”

  Another nod, and her back arched, stretching her breasts towards the sky. He swallowed hard.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  She groaned, “Oh, God, Jason, why are you doing this?”

  “Just tell me,” he insisted.

  Hoarsely, she admitted, “I loved it. It felt amazing.”

  “Good. I'm glad. I wanted to make you feel good. Amazing is even better. Now, Katie, here's the real question. Do you want me to make you come again?”

  “Oh, Jason!” she screamed, the cry tearing from her throat almost involuntarily it seemed.

  He smiled, perhaps the wickedest – and sexiest – smile he had ever smiled.

  “Katie, if you want something, you have to ask for it,” he teased, “How will I know what you want if you don't tell me?”

  He was loving making her squirm, both literally and metaphorically. He knew that for Katie...the good girl, the color-inside-the-lines girl, the rule-following girl...talking like this was definitely stretching her outside of her comfort zone. That's what he liked about it.

  He liked knowing that she wanted him so desperately she was willing to follow him outside that comfort zone, and that she trusted him enough to see what lay there.

  “I want...” she squirmed, tossing her head back and forth, “I want...”

  Then she surprised the hell out him. It was like a determination came over her, a calmness. Her squirming and wriggling ceased, and she lay perfectly still as he touched her. She opened her eyes wide, looking straight into his. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse with desire, but there was no tremor in it.

  “I want,” she said, “For you to touch me right where your thumb is...for you to go deeper, go inside...rub me until I explode. I want you to make me come again, Jason. I don't know that I've ever wanted anything so much.”

  He closed his eyes against the powerful wave of desire that crashed over him at these words. It was all he could do to keep from passing out.

  He opened his eyes again, and looked straight back into hers. He shook his head, mock-regretfully.

  “Well, you're in for a bit of a disappointment then, I'm afraid,” he said, and then, without giving her a chance to wonder what he meant, he clarified, “I don't plan on using my fingers at all this time. Only my tongue.”

  Without waiting for her reaction, he dipped his head and covered her completely with his mouth. She tasted so sweet, he felt like he could spend the entire night just devouring her. He ran his tongue up and down, again and again, alternating thrusting his tongue inside of her with working her sweet button of pleasure.

  Finally, when he felt her motions become even more frenzied and heard a new note of urgency enter her cries, he knew that it was time to release her from this exquisite torture that he was visiting upon her.

  He broke the promise that he had made in jest and slipped two fingers inside of her, working her with them as he concentrated his mouth on her center of pleasure. He felt her muscles squeezing harder, clamping down on his fingers, and at the same time she grasped the back of his head with both hands and thrust her hips up into his mouth, screaming, “Oh, Jason, Yes! YES! Jason...Jason...Yes...Jason...JASON JASON!”

  He smiled as her body calmed. He slowed his movements as she slowed hers, bringing her down softly from the powerful orgasm.

  She had screamed his name as she came. That wasn't proof, in and of itself, of their bond...but it wasn't bad, either.

  When she was almost completely calm, she said, “Jason?”

  He looked up to meet her eyes, and saw that she was looking at him, clearly and directly.

  “What do you need, my angel?” he whispered.

  “To feel you inside of me,” she stated matter-of-factly.

  This time it was Jason's turn to groan uncontrollably.

  He stood on shaky legs and began to undress, unbuttoning his shirt first. Katie watched him for a few seconds and then shook her head.

  “Nah. Too slow,” she concluded with a sly grin, and sat up on the edge of the bed, her fingers working at his clothing. Looking down at her, watching her sit on the edge of the bed completely naked as she worked to undress him, was an almost unbearably erotic image.

  When they had completely freed him of all of his garments, he slipped on the condom that he had pulled from his pants pocket as he removed that item.

  She smiled a little as he rolled it on. “Pretty sure of yourself, weren't you Mr. Sloan?” she asked.

  He grinned back at her. “Eh. I knew if it wasn't you, it'd be somebody,” he teased.

  She laughed and smacked his ass, shouting, “Shut up!”

  Growing serious, he said, “You know I’m just kidding, Katie. Honestly? I feel like this is fate. You and me, this weekend...all of it. I feel like it's meant to be. I didn't know for sure, in my head, that it would happen. But I think, in my heart...I always did.”

  Her eyes filled with tears again, and she didn't even reply. She merely scooted back gracefully on the bed, taking his hand and pulling him with her. She lay back and pulled him down on top of her.

  She began to kiss him again, and run her hands all over his body. God, he didn't know that it was possible to get this hard.

  Before long, he felt her thin, delicate fingers grasp his shaft and guide him inside of her. Oh...it felt so sweet. She was warm, and tight, and it felt as if he were being completely enveloped in her as he began to pump rhythmically in and out.

  Soon, even that conscious thought was banished from his mind as his whole world narrowed just to the sensation that Katie's body was making him feel. He was vaguely aware of her hot breath on his neck, of her soft skin against his body, of her hands trailing over his back, and her legs wrapped around his waist. But all of those sensations were far secondary to the one overwhelming, overriding sensation in his consciousness – how it felt to be inside of her.

  Her inner walls squeezed tightly around him. She locked her ankles around his back pulling him even deeper inside of her. He felt her heat pulsing around his hard length as he thrust in and out of her.

  Her hips moved against his as their pace quickened. Her nails dug into his back.

  “Jason. Oh God, Jason,” His name came out as a plea on her lips.

  He felt her core begin to spasm around him and his passion rose to a peak, and then he felt it break. He had never experienced an orgasm like this one before. This felt like the complete release of his mind, his body, his soul. This felt like the whole world coming to an end, but at the same time it felt like the whole world being born anew.

  Almost as if he were observing someone else, he heard himself groaning, “I love you...Oh, Katie, I love you...I love you so much...” as he rode out the wave of ecstasy crashing over him.

  To his delight, he heard her gasping in his ear, “Oh, Jason I love you! I love you, too. So much! I love you so much.”

  And in that moment it was enough. It was all he needed to know.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Jason drifted awake the next morning on a cloud of good feeling, and he reveled in the sensation for a moment before even trying to figure out where it came from.

  Why was he so happy again?

  He turned his head sleepily and saw Katie's tousled hair on the pillow next to him. It all came rushing back, and he smiled a sleepy, silly grin. The grin
of a man in love.

  Just then, his dreamy good mood was shattered by the insistent chime of his text message alert. He scrambled out of bed, frantically searching through his pockets and trying to silence the phone before it woke Katie.

  He finally found it and hit the button for the text message, but it was too late. Katie was sitting up in bed, looking like a Greek goddess with the white bed sheet wrapped around her, and rubbing her eyes sleepily.

  She looked at him and smiled.

  “I haven't seen you scramble for your clothes that frantically since the night my mom and aunt were on the stairs, about to catch us,” she teased between yawns, “I don't guess that's one of them this time, is it?”

  He chuckled. “No, but it is familial interference of a sort. It seems boy wonder can't seem to locate the wedding bands. I think I'm going to have to be on 'best man' duty this morning,” he said regretfully.

  “You were certainly on 'best man' duty last night,” she said, a sultry note in her voice.

  He sighed. Damn. He wished he had time to follow up on that undertone and make a little somethin' happen...but he didn't.

  He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. Who was he kidding? Best man duties or no best man duties, if he kissed her on the mouth – even a kiss goodbye – he wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

  “I'll see you later today,” he said as he walked toward the door, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too!” she called after him, and he could not have asked for any sweeter words to send him off.

  --- ~ ---

  Katie headed down to the bridal brunch feeling happy, but confused. She was also sore in places she wasn’t even aware you could be sore in. She smiled to herself. Her shower concert this morning had been extremely upbeat, favoring numbers like, “Walking on Sunshine,” and “I Just Called To Say I Love You.”

  Just as she was about to round the final corner, she realized that she had better put the kibosh on her glowing demeanor and mile-wide smile if she didn't want to have to answer a lot of very awkward questions.

  She buttoned down her facial expression and walked into the brunch room.

  The Sloan Girls were already sitting at the table, and Katie saw Sophie walking in from the other entrance at the same time that she did.