Helen pov
I moan when Jason’s lips caress mine ever so gently. He has me pressed against the door as he claims my lips possessively, making me melt.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he groans when we break apart.
I’m panting softly, trying to get air into my lungs as I look at his beautiful blue eyes. “What?” I whisper, too dazed to any sense.
“This.” His mouth goes back to mine. He nibbles and sucks on my lips and licks them, making me forget how to breathe.
“Jason,” I moan. “We need to talk.”
“I know,” he whispers before taking my mouth again. His hand tangles in my hair, holding me in place while his lips and tongue worship mine.
My body feels like it’s on fire, and all he’s doing is kissing me. I don’t think he’s been kissing me for that long, but it feels like hours have passed since he came inside my room and pressed me against the door.
My mind is blank as the kiss goes on. My skin is tingling, and my nipples are hard. There’s a throbbing in a certain part that’s becoming unbearable.
” But I also want to keep kissing you because I am addicted. Tell me, Helen, are you sure about this? You won’t wake up and regret it? ” Jason asks pulling away. His eyes stare straight to my face and I get lost in them.
Regret it? I don’t think there’s room for regret anymore. When I made the decision to allow him to my room, that meant there is no turning back. However, we need to make some things clear.
” Not at all but I want you to assure me that after everything is over, after the vacation ends, we will never cross paths again. What happens in Paris stays here in Paris. ”
Jason smiles and brushes his lips against mine. “Whatever you want.”
“Then kiss me.” I grab him by his shirt and pull him closer.
Our mouths mold together.
His hands start to roam.
He kisses me hard, like he’s trying to prove a point. He makes sure to let me know that even though he’s letting me take control, it’s his body, and he will do whatever the hell he wants with it.
“Jason,” I moan and he smirks.
“What do you want?” He trails kisses down my neck.
“More,” I breathe out, arching against him.
“Be more specific.” He nips my skin and then soothes the pain with his tongue.
“You,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair. Jason groans and picks me up effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands wound around his neck as he burries his face in my neck.
“You’re so soft,” he murmurs. “And you smell so good.”
I blush. Nobody has ever talked to me like that. Jason makes me feel beautiful and desirable. He makes me forget about the rest of the world. About my fucking ex boyfriend. Jason carries me to the sofa before gently placing me down.
“What is it about you that makes me lose my mind?” He stares into my eyes, and I know he’s not expecting an answer, but I give him one anyway.
“The same thing about you that makes me forget how to breathe. Makes my heart race.” I grab him by his neck and pull him down until his forehead rests against mine.
“Fuck,” he growls before crushing his mouth against mine.
The kiss is hot, hard, and rough.
There’s nothing gentle about the way his lips move against mine, claiming, taking, demanding.
It’s a kiss that makes me feel alive, wanted.
I kiss him back with the same passion.
I need him.
My hands fumble to his t-shirt and I tug it.
“Take this off,” I gasp, and he breaks the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over his head and toss it aside.
He doesn’t waste any time. His lips are back on mine as his hand slips under my sweater.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
His fingers trail up and down my skin, sending goosebumps everywhere.
“Jason, please,” I whimper, needing him to do something.
“Shh,” he hushes me.
He starts peeling off my clothes. He kisses every inch of my exposed skin, making me tremble with need.
When he reaches my panties, he doesn’t bother taking them off.
“You’re so wet,” he moans. “Did I do that to you?” He asks, a lingering smile on his lips and a sense of pride in his voice.
“Yes,” I gasp when his mouth presses against the lace covering my pussy. I tremble as pleasure courses through every nerve of my body, sending my brain to an overdrive.
“Good.” His fingers push the fabric aside and he starts licking my clit.
“Oh god.”
I can’t keep still. I move, trying to get more of his tongue, but he pins my hips in place. Damn, is this how it feels to get a tongue fuck because goddess, it feels heavenly. I don’t hold back my moans as Jason’s tongue lick my folds, alternating them with the little sensitive nub.
“Jason,” I breathe out when his mouth covers my pussy and he starts sucking.
The sensations are too much, and my mind goes blank.
All I can feel is Jason’s mouth on me, pleasuring me.
It feels amazing.
“Jason, I-I…”
He hums against my clit and that’s all it takes.
I shatter, and he holds me while the waves of my orgasm crash against me.
My body sags, spent.
He’s smiling at me when I open my eyes.
” Did you like my lip service? ” He teases.
“Yeah.”
“Then get ready because we are just getting started.”
Jason stands and undoes his pants, kicking them aside.
His eyes are dark, hungry.
My eyes fall to his cock.
He’s huge and ready.
My mouth goes dry as my heart starts pounding inside my chest.
Jason smirks and comes back to me.
” Scared? ” He asks and I swallow, looking away. It’s my first time seeing a dick. I have watched afew porns before but that’s it. Gabriel and I never were never intimate. Seeing Jason’s big and veiny cock has me a little worried.
“A little.” I reply, forcing a smile. I can’t let him know that a woman of my age hasn’t come into contact with a cock. But what’s the use of that? He will soon find out.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be gentle.” He kisses my lips reassuring. I smile back at him.
Jason moves my legs so they’re wrapped around his waist.
“I’ll get you so ready for me that you won’t feel anything other than pleasure when I make love to you. ” Jason promises, his hand going straight to my erect nipples. He pinches them between his fingers.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my hips moving on their own accord.
He grins and leans forward. His mouth closes around my nipple and he sucks it, sending another shock wave through my body.
“Yes,” I hiss.
My hands go to his head and I pull his face closer to my breast.
Jason doesn’t disappoint. He lavishes attention on my nipple.
Then he switches to the other.
“Your nipples are so pretty and perfect.” He blows against the wet nubs, making me shudder.
“Thank you,” I pant, not knowing what else to say.
“You’re so beautiful.” Jason’s finger goes back between my legs. “Even more beautiful when you are so wet for me. ” He slides two fingers inside and pumps them slowly.
“Fuck.” My hands grasp the cushion.
“I know.” He moves his fingers in and out, watching me with lust filled eyes.
“Jason,” I whine, suddenly wanting more than his fingers inside my pussy.
His lust filled eyes regard me, a smile stretching on his lips as he sucks my nipples and squeezes the other with his skillful fingers.
“Patience, babe,” he whispers. “You have to be nice and ready for me. If you’re not, it will hurt and that’s not what I want. I want you to feel only pleasure when I’m inside you. ” He pumps his fingers faster and I close my eyes, throwing my head back as pleasure overcomes me.
“Jason,” I cry out, clutching the pillow.
“Come for me, Helen,” he says. “Let go. Let me see you come.”
That’s all it takes.
With a scream, I climax.
Jason’s lips crash against mine, swallowing my cries.
When I’m done coming, he pulls his fingers out.
“I could eat you up,” he says. “So beautiful.” He looks at me and smiles.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper, my heart racing inside my chest.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Jason says, positioning his cock.
He grabs my legs and positions them over his shoulders.
Then he leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of my head.
“I’m going to fuck you like never before.”