Your Lying Eyes

Your Lying Eyes Chapter 46

Reaching for the zip on her dress she began to pull it down then it got stuck.  Damn!  No matter how she struggled she couldn't unfasten it.  It wouldn't go up or down and she couldn't get the dress off.  She sighed.  There was only one thing to do.  She had to get help!

She knocked on his door and waited somewhat embarrassed for him to open it.  He'd just showered and was still rubbing his hair dry as he let her in.  

"Maisie alright then?" he asked raising one eyebrow.  He'd obviously not believed a word she'd said.

"Yes, she's fine," she answered, blushing a little.  

"Good," he replied, flicking the towel around his shoulders, then pulling the one around his waist a little tighter.  "Did you want something?" he asked, leading her further into the room.

"Er yeah.  My zip is stuck and I can't get my dress off.  Can you do it for me?" she asked nodding over her shoulder in the direction of the zip.

"What?  Get the dress off or sort out the zip?" he smirked at her.  "Come here," he said turning her around and examining the zip.

"I think it got caught with some of the material," she said, trying to look over her shoulder, her hands on her hips.

"Keep still, I can't do this if you keep wriggling around," he told her, pulling and tugging at the metal fastener.  At first it refused to budge up or down, then suddenly it went up, catching some of her hair and making her cry out.

"Sorry," he said, as he moved her hair over her shoulder out of the way, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending a shiver through her.  He stood close to her, concentrating on the zip. She could see the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he did so. He pulled the fastener carefully to the top again, a smile of satisfaction as he fixed it.  Once up he slowly undid it again, making sure that it didn't catch on her hair again, one hand on her waist to keep her still in front of him. She could feel his breath on her back, the heat from his hand radiating though her dress.

"Better leave it down, then it won't get stuck again," he said softly.  Both hands were on her waist now, stopping her from moving.  Anna didn't want to move away as his arms came around her, his hands linking together over her stomach.  She could feel his bare chest against her skin where her dress had opened down to her hips.

"Why did you run away from me before?" he asked her softly, his lips next to her ear.  "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," she whispered back to him.  "All of a sudden I got scared.  I panicked.  I'm sorry Jason."

"Scared of me?" he repeated, "You've no need to be scared Anna, I won't hurt you.  You've been hurt enough already.  Don't be afraid.  Just let me love you like you deserve to be loved," he whispered as his lips came down to her shoulder, kissing it lightly.

Anna leaned back against him as he nuzzled her neck, the straps from her dress falling down her arms as he moved his hands inside her dress, stroking her stomach as he licked and nipped at her skin.  She let her head fall back against his shoulder.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he told her, turning her head so he could kiss her lips.  She twisted around in his arms, letting her dress fall to the floor.  He pulled her close against him, his hands running down her back once more, pressing her hips to him.  She could feel him hard through the towel around his waist.  She tugged at it and let it join her dress at their feet.  Jason let out a moan as she stroked down his back to his hips then over the curve of his backside.

Stepping back he led her to his bed, pulling her down with him onto it.  He leaned over her, kissing her breasts and stomach.

"Jason," she breathed softly, her hands in his hair as she pulled him back up to kiss him.  His hand went to cup her breast, kneading it with his fingers.  He broke the kiss going back to her breast, kissing first one then the other.  Taking her nipple into his mouth, he sucked firmly on it, his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip, until it became hard before turning his attention to the other and repeating his actions there.  Anna moaned and arched her back, pressing herself against him.  She reached down between them and stroked up and down his hardened shaft.  Cupping her hand over the head, spreading the wetness already there over the tip, making him moan against her breast.

Jason moved her away from him, afraid that he wouldn't last long enough. 

"Anna," he whispered as he stroked his fingers along her wet slit.  "I want you now."

Anna nodded.  Jason moved between her legs, entering her easily, filling her.  They pressed themselves together, both of them gasping at the sensations they created in each other.  Moving together slowly at first, they found their rhythm, Jason thrust hard into her, wanting to possess her totally, making her his after waiting for her for so long.  She was all he had imagined, hot and wanting him so much.  With every downward thrust into her, she met him with her hips urging him on.

"More Jason.  Oh God, more!" she gasped as he leaned down, holding her tighter as he moved his hips hard against her.   He felt her tighten inside, her hands clawing at his back.  She arched up off the bed, her orgasm exploding inside her, taking her breath away, gripping him as if she'd never let him go.  He felt himself spurt into her, a deep growl coming from his throat.  They clung to each other as their passion subsided, their breath coming back.

He slipped off her onto his back, his arms still wrapped around her, taking her with him.  Looking down into her face, he kissed her softly.  He knew that he didn't want to let her go ever again.

"I love you Anna," he told her gently.  "I know you probably don't love me yet, but it doesn't matter. Maybe one day you will.  Just let me love you."

Anna nodded and wrapped her arms tighter around him.  Maybe one day she would.