He pushed her out a little, running his fingertips down her cheek, neck, chest, slowly across her nipple then continuing down her stomach. She felt so utterly exposed that she shivered at his touch.
He bent and put the end of her perfect little rosebud nipple in his mouth, and Hannah closed her eyes, looked up, and let out an almost inaudible moan. To her surprise, Jason suddenly let go, ducked underwater, and swam away.
Hannah sat on the third step while she was waiting to see what he'd do. The water came up to her chest there, and she was happy to be covered. Jason turned to face her when he got to the other end, and without saying a word he caught a lungful of air and went under again. Hannah watched as he swam the length of the pool under water before he surfaced right in front of her, reaching out to take her by the hips as he came up. Their eyes met, and he leaned in the last few inches to kiss her. The water was still running off of his face.
In spite of the fact that Hannah was completely naked, Jason took things really slow. He swam with her around the pool, going under and swimming away with no warning, then making his way back for another kiss. Sometimes he'd touch her a little bit, and other times he wouldn't.
He did that for what must have been the better part of an hour before pulling her up the stairs. Once they were out of the pool, he scooped her off her feet and carried her toward an outdoor couch that was nearby in a seating area. Hannah let out a yelp when he lifted her into his arms.
"Are you okay out here?" he asked. "Or would you be more comfortable inside?"
Hannah looked up at him, studying the line of his jaw and wondering how she ended up there. He glanced down at her, waiting for her answer.
"Well, I'd be more comfortable inside, but it might be fun to be a little uncomfortable if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I know what you mean," he said, "and I must say, Miss Garrison, I like your sense of adventure."
Instead of setting her down, he just sat down on the couch with her on his lap. She used her finger to trace the lines of his defined chest and stomach.
"I don't think it's really fair that I've been naked this whole time, and you're still wearing your swim trunks."
Hannah moved to sit next to him instead of on his lap, and she untied the laces on his fly. He just sat back and watched her work.
She looked up at him. "I'll need your assistance if I'm gonna get these off," she said.
He lifted his hips, helping her to slip the shorts down to his ankles before kicking them off. She sat there looking at his beautiful body. He was mostly erect, and she stared at his package for several seconds before letting her eyes continue to roam over his body. She let her gaze meet his.
"Jason, I know it's really soon and everything, and I feel a little like a poser even saying this, but you said it earlier and I don't want to just leave you hanging. I just want you to know that I feel the same way about you."
He gave her a clueless glance as if he wasn't exactly sure what she was saying. He was just trying to make her say it, and she knew it, but she didn't care—she wanted to say it.
"I think I love you."
He smiled. "You think?"
"I mean, I think I know I do, it's just like I said—everything's happening so fast."
He smiled that confident smile that made her know he didn't need to hear it any certain way.
"I think I love you too," he said.
Chapter 25
Hannah was on a beautiful, red outdoor couch without a stitch of clothing on, and no matter how sweet Jason was or how bad she wanted him, she felt an underlying sense of self-consciousness at the sheer fact that she was outside and naked at the same time.
She wrapped her arms around her knees and looked up at Jason who was sitting next to her, seeming to have no reservations whatsoever. Jason hugged her to him, and put a kiss on her head. He breathed in through his nose as he kissed her. "No more coffee," he said.
Hannah's eyes snapped up to meet his. "Did I smell like coffee when I came over here?" she asked, obviously horrified.
"Yeah, but I liked it."
She put her face in her hands. "That's so gross. I'm sorry. I knew I should have showered."
"Don't be ridiculous. I smell it on you all the time. It smells good."
"Are you serious?" She grabbed a piece of her wet hair and stretched it to her nose. She didn't smell anything, but that was probably because she'd been in the pool for the last hour.
"Stop," he said, pulling her hand down. "I wasn't saying it because I don't like it. It's quite the opposite." They were both quiet for a second before he spoke again. "I do have to say that when I smelled it on you earlier I had a negative reaction to it, but not in the way you're thinking."
"What in the heck does that mean?"
"It means that, while I enjoyed the smell itself, I didn't enjoy everything I imagined when I thought about you at work. This might sound crazy, Hannah, but I thought of all the guys in and out of that coffee shop all day, and for a second, I wanted ask you to quit that place."
Hannah laughed as if he must be joking.
He gave her a courtesy laugh, but he was totally serious. "I'm not messing around," he said. "You're beautiful and cool as hell, and I'd be a fool to think you're not gonna get hit on all the time at that place."
Hannah laughed even though she loved how possessive he was acting.
"You think I'm joking. It seems weird to my own ears hearing the shit that's coming out of my mouth. I've never felt like this before, Hannah, and I'm just saying it as plain as I can. I know it's early, and I'm trying not to rush things for either of us, but I want you with me all the freakin' time. I want to know where you are—protect you. I definitely want to know where you're laying your fucking head at night, and I know how possessive or whatever that sounds, but there it is. That's just how I feel."
Hannah wanted nothing more than to be loved and protected by him, and rather than laugh again (even though she felt like she wanted to because of all the nerves) she smiled at him sweetly.
"I think it's sweet that you're jealous."
He huffed a laugh. "Jealous doesn't even begin to describe it, Hannah." He pried her hands off of her knees forcing her body to unfold. She felt the warmth of his hand run down her ribs, over her hip, and onto her thigh.
"I think I might like how protective you are," she said.
"Well, that works out for both of us, then." He leaned in and put a kiss on her forehead, followed by one on her cheek, then her neck, and lower to her breast again. He nipped at it ever so gently with his teeth, and she felt the oddest sensation—almost like it was even more arousing because she was right out in the open courtyard in broad daylight. Hannah shivered, and he looked up at her, gauging her face. She smiled at him.
"I have an appointment with an OB-GYN next week, but even then, it's gonna take about a month for any sort of birth control to kick in."
Jason was glad she'd brought it up. He had been about to do the same thing. "I'm not trying to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do, so I can wear protection if you'd rather, but if you trust me, I can make sure I get out in time."
Hannah wasn’t exactly sure how things worked with guys, but she assumed he was talking about pulling out before he came to completion, and he seemed pretty confident that he could make it happen. She was totally fine with the idea of trusting him in that regard, but the thought crossed her mind to worry about more than him making it out in time—maybe she should worry about other things like STD's.
Jason must have sensed her hesitation. "I promise I've never been with anyone without protection." He paused and took a breath. "I'm not gonna say that's foolproof, but I can tell you I've always been careful, and I had a physical pretty recently."
"Do you want to do it without protection?" she asked.
He lifted one shoulder slightly. "It would be better for me that way, that's for sure, but if you're not comfortable with it…"
Hannah's expression said she was thinking hard
about it. She was conflicted because she felt like she should make a responsible choice, but the fact that she was the first girl he'd ever had unprotected sex with seemed like a compliment. (Plus, she wanted to see how it felt without it.)
"I mean, I feel like I should probably be more concerned or cautious or whatever, but I'm okay with skipping it if you want to."
He gave her a wry smile. "Skipping it is exactly what I wanted to do," he said. "And don't worry—if I thought I was putting you in any danger, I wouldn't do it." He moved to change positions, poised as if he was going to pull her onto his lap, but paused and looked at her with those heart-stopping green eyes. "We'll eventually experiment or whatever, but right now we'll take it easy. It's important to me that you're comfortable."
Hannah shrugged telling him she was a big girl and could handle whatever experimenting he had in mind.
"Seriously, if I ever put you in a position you're not comfortable with, or do anything that makes you uneasy when we're making love, you have to tell me."
She slapped at his beautiful naked chest, and her hand just sort of lingered there. "You've already told me that like a hundred times."
"I'm just scared I'm gonna hurt you, so I need to know you'd tell me if I do."
"I would totally tell you, but you're not gonna hurt me or shock me or whatever you're thinking."
Jason thought of some of his past experiences, and thought he could pull out a few things that would most assuredly shock her, but obviously he didn't make any mention of them.
"Hannah, I'm sorry if it seems like I'm moving things right along with this," he said, "but I've been staring at your beautiful naked body for the past hour, and I'm quite ready to be buried inside it."
Her heart started racing with anxious anticipation and a burning ache revved to life in the pit of her stomach. She stared at him with a look of challenge she knew he'd respond to.
Jason made a move instantly upon seeing that smirk. He pulled an arm out from under Hannah forcing her to fall onto her back before he climbed on top of her. He ground his hips into her, letting her feel his hardness on her upper thigh.
"See what I'm dealing with, here?" he asked.
She giggled and looked down between them. He didn’t let up on the pressure, so all she saw was the place where they met at the waist.
"Oh it's down there all right," he said.
She looked up at him and smiled. "When do I get to have it?"
He put his mouth to hers, and kissed her hard, loving the taste of the sun and salt water on her skin.
Jason didn't even feel around down there to see if she was ready. He wanted to be inside her so badly that his erection was almost painful. Another second of foreplay wasn't even an option.
He worked his tip into her opening, and used weight to push himself inside her the first inch or two.
She gasped at the shock of intrusion, but Jason couldn't make himself wait. He thrust a little deeper and she let out another gasp, this time closing her eyes.
"You okay?" he whispered.
"Yes," she whispered back.
"You okay with a little more?" he asked—only she didn't have much of a choice, because when he said the word more, he thrust into her another inch or two.
She was so tight that Jason was nearly insane with the desire to finish the job.
Instead he held still.
Hannah opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled him into her, lifting her hips into his. She'd forced it in the rest of the way as he held still, enjoying the feel of being inside her warm body.
Jason braced himself with one arm and with the other hand he rubbed his eyebrows as if he were trying to clear his mind. It was an odd time for an expression like that so Hannah asked, "What? What's the matter?"
"I'm sorry." He swallowed and gave her a look that was truly regretful, which had her scared for a second.
Jason took a calming breath trying not to focus of how hot and tight she was.
"What Jason?"
He smiled and started to move a little being extremely gentle. "Nothing," he said, reassuringly. "I'm sorry, I just needed to tighten the reigns a little bit."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to take you harder than I probably should."
She smiled up at him. "Try it. I think it might feel good."
He considered for a second. "If I hurt you—"
"I promise I'll tell you," she answered before he could even get the words out.
Jason let his weight down on her forcing himself into her as far as he could possibly go.
"Oh, shit," she whispered.
"Say the words, stop Jason, if you want me to stop, otherwise I'm going to continue."
As he spoke, he pulled out and pushed in with such firmness that she literally lost her breath. She gasped as all of the muscles in her core clinched at the utter intrusion.
Again, he thrust out and back in with relentless pressure. "Because if you don't ask me to stop, I'm gonna do it again, and again."
By the time he'd thrust into her five or six times, the sensation that had been verging on pain, morphed into a hot burn that had Hannah feeling like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff.
"Oh, Jason. That's making me feel like I want to…"
She didn't finish the sentence, but Jason got the point. He used his substantial weight to bare down at the place where their hips met, then he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in much the same motion as what was going on below.
A few seconds of this glorious penetration, and Hannah was suddenly melting into oblivion. She left the earth for at least a minute, lost in the alternate universe that was bliss itself.
During the time she was floating in space, she didn't even know it was daylight or they were outside. She opened her eyes to the sound of the fountain by the pool and the bright light of the afternoon sun. Jason was still snug inside her as she peered up at him with a satisfied grin.
As much as Jason wanted to go ahead and finish what he started, he couldn’t pass the opportunity to see his beautiful girl in a few more positions. He moved her around the couch putting her into a few creative situations before he finally found his release. He was out of her for several seconds before he finished on her the curves of her belly.
After a few seconds, Jason reached over and got a towel that was lying on the back of the couch. He handed it to her, and she used it to wipe herself dry.
"Thanks," she said.
"It's the least I could do."
She smiled.
"You okay with that?" He gestured to her midsection. "With me letting it fly like that?"
She smirked at him. "I liked it," she said. "Does that make me weird?"
He leaned over and kissed her forehead. She was the perfect mix of innocent and willing to experiment, and he looked forward to spending the next forever figuring out all the things that made her tick.
"Dude! I didn't get my invitation!" The voice came out of nowhere, making Hannah scream and Jason glare into the sunlight trying to figure out who was talking. "What's going on out here?" the voice said.
Nick.
It was Nick's voice.
"Stay over there, Nick," Jason said.
Nick's view was mostly obstructed. He knew Jason was on the couch with somebody, but he couldn’t see exactly what was going on.
Jason grabbed Hannah, covering her protectively with his arms. "Just use that towel," Jason whispered.
Hannah reached down and got the towel, wiggling into it while trying not to be seen. Nick slowed down a little bit, but continued heading toward the couple no matter if they wanted him to or not.
"You the one who's got Jason acting all crazy?" Nick asked as he approached. "I saw those things you drew. That's pretty cool."
Hannah was worried about concealing the evidence on the towel, so she hadn't really heard anything he was saying. She couldn't help but notice that Jason just casually had a hand over his package, not really caring if he d
id a good job hiding himself.
"Huh?" she asked, looking at Nick nervously.
"Whatever you did a few days ago," Nick said. "You left him acting like a lunatic."
"Shut up," Jason said. He looked at Hannah to explain. "I just drank a little bit."
Nick laughed. "A little bit?" he asked. Nick looked at Hannah. "Whatever happened a few days back, just please make sure that doesn't happen again, okay?"
"She's not going anywhere," Jason said.
Hannah leaned into him as confirmation of his words, and Jason put an arm around her.
"She's moving in," Jason said.
"No I'm not," Hannah said.
"Oh thank God," Nick said with an almost disgusted look on his face. He looked over at Jason, relieved. "I though you were serious for a second."
Hannah felt hurt at how ridiculous Nick thought it was. Nick must have seen the look on her face, because he felt the need to keep talking. "Jason's my boy, and you understand if I just point out to him how fuckin' quick that would be since he just met you like—yesterday."
Jason shot Nick an impassive glare. "I was serious when I said she's moving in—or at least that I want her to." He looked at Hannah then over at Nick. "She's my girl, Nick. Not yours or Cam's or anyone else's—and you need to treat her with respect."
"Okay, easy," Nick said. He looked a little stunned before shifting his attention to Hannah. "I didn't mean any disrespect," he said. "It's just that this is an unlikely situation for Jason here."
She gave him a forgiving smile. "It's okay. It's unlikely for me too."
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