I moved down, running a series of kisses along Jason's neck, each moving it's way up towards his chin. The slight scratching of the stubble there prickling as I made it back to his mouth. He chuckled as we met there again tightening his grip on me as my tongue worked its way past his lips entwining with his. Each of the wet snakes struggled to work it's way around the other, massaging gently.

He picked me up, lightly tossing me to his bed and leaning down over me. If I had a real heart it would be pounding as I looked up at him biting my lips as he pushed me into the soft sheets. The bouncy mattress pushed and formed against me ever so slightly, cradling my body.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in close, trying to bring my heels against the back of his thighs to force him against me. I could feel the warmth and wetness between my legs increasing. I hadn't consciously done that, some kind of automatic subroutine? A consideration for later. For now I both reveled and chafed against the feeling of his boxers against my legs. We'd have to relieve him of those.

I gasped as one of his hands reached, slithering up my stomach to fondle a breast. It felt amazing, sending small waves of joy through my brain. He worked a finger round and round the nipple, making me squirm and twist my hips against him.

Frustrated by the little bit of fabric between us I grabbed him and twisted, pulling him down to the bed and below me. Leaning back I pulled at his shorts ripping the cloth down to expose him, trying to toss them to the side, I wanted them out of the way. He was already standing tall. The sight of his member there made me smile as I pulled back, trying to get into position to slip him inside.

I yelped as a hand lodged itself into the back of my head, taking a handful of my short hair. Sending a arc of lightning down my spine. My back bowed as he applied slight pressure to the strands. What was this? It felt so good, he turned me without even trying. Everything about this felt right as he re-positioned us. There was a slight kick as he got rid of the undergarment, before pulling me to the middle of the bed.

"Tut tut, too eager."

"Mmm?"

"Patience," he whispered in my ear before lightly biting the lobe.

He made a line of kisses and bites down from the top of my jaw. Still holding me back in an arch. I could do little more than gasp and twitch slightly. He passed my collarbone as he twisted me back under him, laying me back down onto the covers, working his way down my left breast.

"Are you going to let me lead?"

"Mmm, yes?" I pouted a bit.

He bit down lightly on my nipple, a mix of pleasure and pain. "That doesn't sound too sure."

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"Yes!" I chirped.

"Good."

I reached up as he finally let go of my hair, entwining fingers with him. He did take them and let me lead my hands to a comfy place by my side before pushing them down a bit. I wanted to cede to him this time, let him take me, at least this once.

He worked his way down from my sternum. Kissing lightly down my belly and towards my other set of lips. My excitement grew greater and greater as he inched his way down. Just before reaching the destination I wanted him to find he turned, working along my inner thigh, out first then in towards my sex again. Each time I spread my legs for him, inviting him to taste me. Each he turned away just beside, warm breath flowing over my opening.

"Stop teasing," I whined as he did it again, this time licking deep on the inside of my thigh, so very close.

"What's that?" The jerk pulled away, moving his face up to mine and kissing. He released one of my hands, placing his against my stomach. A good move as I would have been pushing hard against him had he not.

"Stop teasing." I looked up into his eyes as I said it, moving my legs to brush against him.

"Like this?" As he spoke he let his hand drift down over my sex, fingers pressing gently against it as his thumb tickled the little numb just above.

"Yes, more!" Just that bit had sent new types of pleasure through me, growing and pushing against my mind.

"I thought you were going to let me lead?" he chided, lessening his pressure against me to barely a touch.

"Please more?" I asked, struggling to contain myself.

He chuckled as he move his hand back against me. This time he slipped a finger in, past my folds as he worked on me. The feeling of his rough skin against my softness pushing and turning, slipping as my fluids slowly moved over it pushed my pleasure higher and higher. I felt the pressure build and build, until I felt almost ready to burst.

Reading my face he moved down and kissed me, his hand never stopping its movements. Letting me twist and move a bit he whispered to me.

"Why don't you cum for me?"

Those words were enough to send me over the edge I'd been teetering on. I moaned loudly as wave after wave of sensation wracked me, making my fingers and toes curl as I tried to grab anything for support against the tsunami of feeling washing over me. It seemed to go on and on, making me feel everything so much, while also blocking out everything other than itself.

Eventually I came down, falling back almost limply as he slowed his fingering. Everything was still quite sensitive, like my responses had been turned up to twelve as it faded. Even his light touch upon me was enough to make me twitch.

Sensing everything Jason moved his hand away. Again he leaned over me and kissed, meeting my lips and tongue with gentleness as all of the feelings washed over me. A hand, not covered in my fluids came up to brush the hair from my face as he met my eyes and smiled.

I pushed myself up slightly and against him, pressing my lips to his. I wanted to feel him with me, this closeness was joy. Not the same as what he'd just done, but something more, seeping into me with a deep feeling of warmth.

Apparently sensing it was time Jason moved one hand down, sliding himself into me. I had a sharp intake of breath in surprise at the initial push as his member moved in. My walls made room for him, pushing back, but letting him pass inside, always with pressure against him, firmly gripping.

My hands moved along his skin, lightly gripping him as sweat started to glisten against it. As I did so he wrapped me in his arms, holding me to him face to face, our breath mixing. Fluids mixed above and below as we locked our moths together. He was close I could tell, had been holding himself back for me, so that I might enjoy myself.

I moved my hips in time with his as he thrust into me. We entwined ourselves, each moving with the other, pushing and pulling to the rhythm he set. We kissed and held each other as we danced and within only moments again he brought me to orgasm.

As I climaxed I felt myself pumping onto him, inviting him to fill me as he fulfilled my wants. He obliged near the end, grunting as he pumped his hot seed deep into my body, pushing it deeper and deeper with each thrust.

When he finally finished we lay there for a few moments, breathing hard in the post-coitus afterglow of sweat and joy. Eventually he sat up, reaching over to his bedside table for a bottle of water he'd kept there and drinking deeply. I shuffled over to him, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his shoulder. I added a few kisses to his neck as I pressed my chest against his back.

"That was amazing." I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, give me a minute and I'll be ready for round two." He stretched a bit as he spoke.

"Round two?"

By the end of the night he was exhausted, I needed a shower, and we were both thoroughly satisfied.