Jason pov
” Strip.” I inform Helen and her eyes widen, surprise and anticipation flickering in them. She does not say anything as her hands trail her waist upwards.
As she is wearing a dress, the first thing to go is the straps. As her hands come around the neckline, her fingers caress her own breasts. Then, she starts pulling the fabric downwards, and it slips down, revealing her bra-clad chest.
Then, she starts to sway her hips from side to side, and pulls down her underwear, slowly.
I curse inwardly at how sensual and tempting this woman is. Her eyes lock on mine as she takes a step towards me, still swaying her hips and I can feel a bulge growing in my pants.
” Did I give you a good show?” She asks, standing impossibly close to me, and the heat in the room goes up.
” Yes, but…” I tell her.
” What?” She asks, her eyebrows raised.
” The night’s still young.” I say, and before she can respond, I have picked her up by the waist and am carrying her towards the bed.
I throw her down and climb in myself, before leaning over her and kissing her passionately.
I needed that little dose of her sweet lips to be able to continue with what I have in mind for tonight. I can feel the wine taking effect but know that getting drunk from it is impossible. They say that red wine brings horniness, and the truth is, this wine does.
I reach down and cup her left breast in my hand. She moans softly. I move my lips to the side of her neck, kissing her softly, and she continues to moan. My fingers find her nipple and pinch it through her bra.
” Mmh, I want you.” She moans out.
” Not yet baby doll.” I whisper into her ears, biting her earlobe. Helen moans, her back arching towards me.
I smirk in satisfaction, loving the effect I have on her before slowly slipping out of bed to retrieve my glass of wine.
Helen has her eyes trained on me as I make my way back to the bed.
” Ready?” I ask and she grins.
” I was born ready.” She replies. My body scans her perfect figure sprawled on the bed and excitement floods me.
With a dip of my cup, the wine lands on the valley of her breasts, trailing down. It’s a sight to behold. I lean down, my tongue darting out and tracing the path of the red liquid, savoring it and relishing the taste.
When the trail of wine finally ends, Helen is writhing underneath me, begging me to go on.
I smile, knowing just how far to push her before the big show. I move lower and pour some more wine on her lower belly, letting it trickle down to her womanhood.
” You’re driving me crazy, Jason.” Helen moans, and I smile, before moving even lower.
My mouth dips between her thighs and her back arches off the bed, as a loud, passionate moan leaves her mouth.
” FUCK! JASON!” She screams, her legs wrapping around my head as my tongue laps at her folds, my hands gripping her waist.
My tongue flicks her clit and I feel her squirm against me.
” Fuck! Jason! Right there!” She screams, and I keep going, feeling her legs tense.
Her hips thrust up against me and I pull her closer, feeling her walls tighten and her release coming.
” Jason!” She cries out, as she comes all over my tongue. I smile, before crawling over her and kissing her hard. She returns the kiss just as eagerly, tasting her own essence.
I break away and grin. ” Round two?”
Her eyes are wide and full of lust as she nods. ” Definitely.”
I take her hand and lead her to the sofa. Helen has her brows raised questioningly.
” What’s the fun of fucking in bed always.” I say, before turning her and pushing her gently over the armrest.
” Are you sure?” She asks, her tone nervous, and I can tell that she has never tried anything like this before. Of course she didn’t. I was her first after all.
” Trust me, it’s fun.” I whisper in her ear, before moving her legs a bit wider.
” If you say so.” She replies.
I smirk, knowing she’ll love it. ” Ready?” I ask.
” Fuck me, Jason.” She says, and I don’t need to be told twice.
I push myself inside her with one fluid motion and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
” Jason.” She moans and I begin to thrust.
The rhythm I set is slow, and I’m sure to hit the right spot every time. Helen is a mess under me, and the fact that she has had the entire bottle of wine is making her louder than usual.
” Jason!” She calls, as her hands grip the cushion tightly. She chants my name like a mantra, her head thrown back, her mouth open in an o shape.
I continue to pound into her, loving how responsive she is and how her walls are tightening around my dick.
I can feel her orgasm nearing, and with a couple more thrusts, she explodes, her release spilling over my shaft and I know I can’t hold it in any longer.
I let go, emptying my load inside her, and a small scream leaves her lips.
” That was…” She begins but trails off.
” Amazing?” I ask and she nods.
***
The following morning, I am woken up by the sound of a phone ringing. Opening my eyes, I am greeted by Helen’s peaceful sleeping face. I can’t help but smile, my fingers caressing her beautiful face. How I would love waking up to such a scene every morning.
The phone starts ringing again and I reach for it on the bedside table. Helen probably woken up by the ringing voice, stirs awake, opening her eyes.
” Morning beautiful? You have a call.” I inform her, passing the phone to her. Her expressions shift when she sees the caller ID.
I leave the bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up, giving her some privacy.
When I am done refreshing, I emerge from the bathroom only to see Helen scrambling to get dressed.
” What’s happening?” I ask and she turns to look at me.
” I have to leave Paris as soon as possible.”