Page 58 of Served
I wrapped my hands around his wrists and instructed him, “take me to bed, Jason.”
Jason picked me up and walked me over to the bed, carrying me like he was carrying me over the threshold. He made slow work of it, gazing at me the whole time with a new affection in his eyes. He reached the bed and gently laid me down, brushing his fingers gently over my face, then down my neck, making his way down further.
He looked back into my eyes with a fiery intensity before leaning down and gently pressing his lips to mine. My hand slowly ran up his arm, finding his neck to pull him deeper into my mouth. It was a slow, burning, kiss.
We both were beginning to breath more deeply. My skin was aching to be against his, so I reached to pull his shirt over his head, and he obliged. He then slowly pushed my coverup to my arms and pulled it off. He leaned back down to kiss me again and wrapped his arms around me where I practically was off the bed but cradled into him. As he untied my top, I began pushing my bikini bottom down. That also allowed room for me to help him with his pants.
Every movement was slow, intentional. His hands glided over my skin, warming and stimulating every inch he touched. His lips slowly and gently grazed at my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, sending goosebumps across my body and a rush of wetness between my legs.
His mouth continued exploring my abdomen, stopping just under my belly button for an innocent kiss as he cradled my hips in his arms. I looked down as he did and he smiled back at me. Then his innocent smile turned into the voracious beast I now know so well as he continued kissing down my abdomen until his beard was tickling my inner thighs and his warm mouth discovered the heat and moisture he created between my legs.
The slow circles and soft suction he created against me was already sending waves of electricity across my whole body, shaking my legs at every soft whisp of his tongue. He kneaded my thighs gently as he pulled my hips closer to him. I reached down and grabbed one of his hands and pulled it to my breast. He moaned against my body and the trifecta of sensations was almost too much to bear. My whole body was nothing but exploding nerves. Muscles in my legs were shaking harder and even my arms began to feel tense and heavy. I let out a soft moan and my back involuntarily arched. He had complete control of my body and I was happy to let him. But I ached for him to be inside me, his weight over me. So, I reached down and gently tugged at his hair. At first, he shook his head like a child, but after another soft tug he gently kissed my thigh, then slowly kissed and licked his way back to me.
As he was close enough, I reached one arm around his neck to pull his mouth down to mine and reached the other to feel his bulging firmness before guiding it inside of me. The moment of penetration sent my sight completely out of commission and my whole body felt like it was about to shatter.
“Oh God,” I moaned out, although it may have not come out as clearly as it sounded in my mind. I could do nothing but feel the magnificent and rhythmic plunging of him into me. Each movement was titillating, making me weaker and less able than the one before. The aching was building more and more, but it ached so good part of me wanted it to continue. The sensation had taken over my being. His warm body with his rich smell over me was all I knew existed. But the other part of me was going to explode into a million pieces if my release was drawn out much longer. Still, I was nearly in a comatose state at his mercy, but he sensed my desperation as my moans were faster and shorter.
He slowed for a moment, and I felt like my soul was being crushed, but he gently kissed me, pushing my hair off my face. He pulled away so I managed to barely open my eyes and he was staring down to me with dark sultry eyes. He began to move deeper, and my head went back, my whole body contracting around him in waves. He put and arm under me pushing himself deeper inside as I tightened my legs around him. I felt him throbbing inside me as he let out a deep moan.
As my waves stopped crashing, I blew out a huge breath I had been holding inside and released the tight grip my hands had on his back, but still had my arms and legs wrapped around him. I didn’t realize in the moment of ecstasy I had been holding my breath and digging my nails into him. As we labored to catch our breath we stayed melded together. In that moment I knew I had to tell him something.
“Jason,” I breathily said into his ear, “I-,”
“Wait, let me say something,” he jumped in before I could finish. He gently rolled off me but was flush against me. He delicately moved the hair from my face, looking it over like he was observing a priceless piece of art.
“I almost missed my chance with you because I didn’t speak up then almost messed up the chance I got because I was afraid. I’m not the best communicator, and I’m scared to lose someone else. But I need to tell you something, and you don’t have to say anything back.” He grabbed my chin, so I was looking straight into his eyes and in the sexiest, lowest voice he’s given me he said, “I love you, Lucy. And I want you to be mine forever.”
My throat was trembling as I fought back the tears that I felt forming. As one snuck down my cheek, he wiped it away gently before leaning in to press his warm, soft lips to mine.
“Why more tears?”
I shook my head and smiled. I swallowed hard trying to keep my voice from cracking and the tears from free flowing.
“Well, you beat me to it, but I was going to say I love you.”
He dipped his head down briefly, and when he looked back up, he had a tear roll down his cheek and his lips were pursed.
I brushed his tear away and asked, “Hey, why the tears?”
He smiled and shook his head before saying, “I’m just ready to serve you for the rest of our lives.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
I looked over and noticed my phone had charged finally so I grabbed it as his arms were still stuck to me.
Jason: I hope this goes well.
Jason: Turn around.
Jason: Here goes nothing.
“You texted me?” I asked.
“Yeah, at first, I thought I had waited too long, or you changed you mind. But Amy insisted you didn’t see it. When I saw you sitting on the beach, I didn’t want to scare you. Or maybe I didn’t want to walk to you and have you tell me to go away. But I didn’t see you go for your phone and Amy nudged me to go. So, I took a chance. What were those papers by the way?”
“I was trying to write a song. For you.”
He rolled me back to him and pulled my face to his, kissing me so deeply the back of my eyelids went white.
