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“I want everything.” She groaned the words, and they all ran together so it didn’t even make sense, but Jason understood.
“I’ll do my best, baby girl,” he promised.
He let go of her hands to bury his face between her legs and the second he did, she tangled her fingers in his hair. Holding him there, against her. He brought her right to the edge, but she tried to hold back. After being teased for what felt like an eternity, she didn’t want it to be over so soon, but he didthatwith his tongue and she arched her back and screamed his name.
He laughed against her, his hot breath tickling her, before he sat up, replacing his mouth with his hand. Cupping her. One finger delving inside her. Two fingers. Stretching her wide, claiming her. His fingers reached right up inside her, searching for the G-spot deep in her core. His other hand splayed across her mound, rubbing her clit with a feather-light touch, and she almost came all over again. His fingers were magical. How did he even do that? She gasped, thrusting her pelvis against his hand, begging him for more. Wanting him. Needing him.
“More,” she groaned. Electricity sparked all around her. Her pussy throbbed, her breasts were hot and achy. Everything in her was tight. She was going to explode.
Just as Jason brought her right to the very edge again, he reached over and ripped a foil sachet off the bottom of the concertina ladder.
“Here, let me.” She took it from him, ripped the sachet open with her teeth, and positioned the condom carefully between her lips, holding it in place with her tongue. She leaned forward. Damn, it had been years since she’d done this. Could she ever still do it?
Tentatively, she wrapped her hand around his cock. Brought her mouth to it. Then she slid her mouth down his thick shaft, rolling the condom onto him at the same time. Holding it in place with her hand around the base of his cock, she sucked him deep into her mouth, gagging as he touched the back of her throat. Up and down. In and out. She kissed her way all the way down, then all the way up the other side. Licked. Sucked. Blew across the very tip of the head.
“Oh, my god, Catherine,” he groaned beneath her. “You’re going to make me come if you keep this up.”
She smiled. “Fuck me then, Daddy,” she ordered.
In one swift move he rolled them over, her underneath him, and entered her in a single thrust. His body was so familiar to her; she’d never forgotten the way he felt when they were together. It was as if the fourteen years they’d been apart didn’t exist.
“Catherine.”
“Jason.”
They groaned each other’s name, revelling in each other’s bodies.
Catherine’s hips rocked in time with his, drawing him in deeper with each thrust. Their ragged breaths were in sync, short, shallow gasps. Neither could draw in a proper breath. But breathing wasn’t important. What was important was the chemistry sparking between them. The way he made her feel.
His grip tightened on her, her thighs tightened on him. They rocked together. She flew into orbit mere seconds before he exploded inside her, smiling down into her eyes.
“You’ve still got it, baby,” he whispered.
* * *
After a lazy afternoon spent mostly in bed and a simple dinner eating outside on the porch, Jason filled up the bath.
French champagne in crystal flutes balanced on a table beside the tub, candles lighting up the space around them and adding to the ambience. They weren’t strictly necessary for the light, but they added to the romantic atmosphere. The sun had long since disappeared behind the mountains, lighting up the hills around them with a deep orange glow.
The evening air was chilly up here in the mountains, even in the height of summer. Much colder than Catherine was expecting. She shivered. Snow still dusted the highest peaks, off in the distance, and now that the sun had gone, there was no warmth in the alpine air.
Catherine shimmied her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it, still completely bare beneath it. Jason bent and pressed a gentle kiss to her belly, just below her navel.
“My lady.” He donned a posh English accent and extended his hand to help her, grinning widely. She couldn’t help but giggle at his act. It was a game they’d used to play, back when they were young, pretending to be rich English aristocrats.
“Thank you, kind sir.” She giggled again when he raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of her knuckles.
She dipped a toe gingerly into the water, not expecting it to be very warm—the water coming out of the tap not very long ago to fill the bath up had been freezing cold—but the fire burning hot beneath the bath had done a good job of heating the water. She plunged her foot in. It was deliciously warm.
She held Jason’s hand tightly as he helped her in, having to step high over the tall edge of the cast-iron tub, then she sank beneath the warm water, exhaling happily as it covered her shoulders, lapping at her chin. This was bliss.
She watched as Jason shed his clothes. Although they’d been naked together for most of the afternoon, her eyes were glued to him, raking over every plane of his sculpted body. Every cord and sinew that laced his wrist and forearms, the smattering of dark hair that dusted his pecs, trailed down his torso, meeting the curls at the apex of his thighs. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he pulled his t-shirt up and off over his head. His shoulders were even more muscular now than they’d been back then; broad and powerful. His biceps bulged with the movement of his arms as he undid his jeans, pushed them down his legs. Knowing she was watching, he winked, swivelling his hips for her like he was a sexy Adonis. She nearly swooned, watching the way his pelvis rocked. She knew exactly what it felt like, when he rocked his hips like that when his cock was buried deep inside her. She’d spent the better part of the afternoon finding out. She wanted to feel it again.
He slid his boxers down his legs and she waited for him to straighten up so she could ogle him, but he never did. Instead, he climbed into the bath from his bent-over position, getting in directly behind her. He straddled her from behind, sliding his legs on either side of hers. His hands were on her breasts, pulling her back against his chest. His erection pressed into her, leaving her in no doubt how he felt about her. What he wanted from her. And she wanted the exact same thing from him.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she murmured. “Look at the stars. It’s like someone’s chucked a holey blanket over the sky, blocking everything out except those little pricks of light.”
She gasped as his mouth moved against the side of her neck, tasting her, sending shivers down her spine. She lay back into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
