Oh yes, fuck me please!
Then that other part of me shouted from where I had buried her - spank me, tied me up, make me do whatever you like. She had awoken, and I
did not know how to tame her or put her back to sleep. Yes, the moment had come and I was going to live it.
My answer was simple.
“Yes please,” I said mouse-like. “I think I would like that.”
The evening was drawing to an end, as we drove in the darkness, out of the city to the perimeter of the suburbs. The landscape was very open here, picturesque villages chained together by an extensive commuting network. Then we arrived at a set of iron gates, ornate ones that swung open automatically and we sped past a small gatehouse that had a light on inside. Down a tree-lined driveway, which must be a quarter of a mile long. The car halted outside a house, no a mansion. Outwardly, it looked a hundred or so years old, with stone blocks and windows with small arches above them. Ivy grew up around the decoratively carved porchway with the large oak door recessed and imposing like the entrance to a castle.
We had travelled in an interminable oppressive silence, waiting desperately for the strange stillness to be interrupted. Neither of us did the deed though. Both of us shunned speech as if it might ruin the occasion. He might back out of the arrangement or my blabbering mouth might blurt out something inappropriate. My hands had been shaking with anticipation and I could not bring myself to look at my fellow passenger. Nothing transpired between us and the bizarreness of the situation was not lost on me.
How could I be here with a strikingly handsome man and not be talking. Was I making a mistake? I would normally arrange to contact someone if I went out with a man for the first time or leave details of where I was going. Nobody knew I was with him. How could I back out and walk away from the situation with my head held high and my sanity in place. Then the realisation stuck me, I did not want to. My sexual reawakening needed completion and I had to trust my instincts. For most of my life, they had served me very well. The car halted and Jason Lucas climbed out with a swift graceful movement. I shuffled over to the opened door. A calming hand appeared to take my trembling one.
“Come, Gemma.” A command, not a request.
Chapter 4
So there I was lying on his bed and he was taking off my stockings. Rolling them down slowly and trailing a finger behind to tickle me. He leaned across me now, hands on either side of me head. His blue eyes pinning me down, a little end of day blonde stubble visible on his chin.
“I’m thirty-one years old, Gemma, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call them,” said Jason softly. “I work hard and play hard. Such a life doesn’t attract long term relationships, not conventional ones,” he traced a finger down my face, igniting me further.
What did all that mean? Was tonight just a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.
“Sure, Jason,” I was saying his name. Up to then, I had not even said his name to his face. I relished it in my mouth - Jason Lucas.
Then he started. His lips, tongue, fingers were everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my kissing my neck. I held his head in my hands. I was not use to this kind of freedom, to explore him with my own sensual touch. His hair was blonde at the ends with darker roots. A scrupulous short style with the hair laying thick across his scalp.
“There is no bald patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”
I flinched and pulled my hands back. His face was amused though.
“I’m not contagious you know,” he said kindly.
I returned my hands to their own special exploration. This time those muscular shoulders warranted my attentions. He obviously worked out with weights, his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously defined. Yet he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All his stunning physique was hidden away behind his suits and shirts. What girl would not find him heart meltingly attractive and he was beneath my hands.
My bra was pulled down and my nipples teased as he pulled his teeth on them. I groaned loudly as he sucked them hard before circling his tongue around each one in turn. Then he eased one hand down the front of my knickers and I knew he liked what he found. I could not stop the juices flowing down there.
“You are one wet girl,” laughed Jason and started to move his head down to investigate me closely.
I giggled back at him. “Can’t think why!” Mentally and physically I fired my body up and was ready to go for him.
My knickers were pulled down and he parted my thighs.
Oooo! His tongue was precise and knowledgeable. I wriggled and writhed, my surrender slipping further into his hands. Jason lifted his head up. Keeping me in his gaze the whole time he pulled my knickers down and off, flicking them over his shoulder. I shrieked as he buried his head between my legs, tongue flicking away at my swollen clitoris.
Oh my, oh my! He knew what he was doing.
Not yet, not yet and I dug deep to my inner resolve to stop my orgasm coming too soon. Lifting himself off the floor, I shifted back further on the bed and he sat astride me. His erection was growing and already quite spectacular, big boss! I laughed silently. My bra was snapped off from behind my back with a ping followed quickly by his strong hands caressing and plumping my breasts. He had a wicked kind of smile on his face.
“I warn you when I say fuck hard I mean it. If you want me to stop say so and I will, OK? You can trust me.”
I nodded eagerly. Little does he know, rough was my middle name. Trust, well that had taken a knock in the recent past, but I had a good feeling about Jason Lucas. Nothing he had done so far had alarmed me.
A finger slid inside me and I practically exploded. In and out he fucked me with his finger. My back arched and I made those panting gasps that women driven to the edge make. Two fingers now, working in tandem, and I was begging him silently to do the deed.
I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me, watching me as if I was under a microscope. Nothing on his face about his own emotional state. I hoped he would show me his pleasure as I did not want our sexual romp to be one sided. I wanted so much to please him. The fingers stopped and he nudged the tip of his cock at my entrance, continuing his teasing and then he pushed my legs further apart with his own and I lifted my pelvis up to welcome him. I sucked my breath in as he took me with his full length with one almighty thrust. Holding my breath, I consumed him inside me - stretching and giving as much as my tense body would allow.