Sugar and Spice

Chapter 15

I'm speechless. I expected a corny line or two, something adorable and probably from this year's romantic comedy... But this? It cuts me deeply. I'm not even sure I don't feel the same way, to be honest. I wipe a stray tear from my cheek and shake my head.

"Jason... I mean, I just lost my home, my job... My father's truck. And I meet you, and Goddamn you're so wonderful and amazing but... I don't know..." I sigh. "I'm all kinds of mixed up in my head right now. Like, really confused."

Jason smiles at me. "Hey, it's ok! I'm not proposing or anything, woman." He leans forward and kisses me on my collarbone. "how about that?" he whispers. "Is that confusing?"

"Oh, God, no," I say softly, more breath than sound emitting from my lips.

"And this?" he slides his hand over the mound that is my woman hood.

"I think I'm the least confused about that," I answer with a groan.

"What is it that you're least confused about?" He slides a finger inside my wanting, dripping slit.

"This," I gasp, then lock eyes with his. "I know for absolute certain I want you in me, right now. THAT, I'm least confused about!" I writhe under his administrations, gasping and moaning, thrusting my hips upward to urge him to go deeper in me, wanting not his finger, but the whole experience he could give me.

"My God, you are an incredibly beautiful creature," he says to me, sitting up on his knees over me so he can see me in all my naked, writhing glory.

He slides his unoccupied hand down the length of my form, from my neck, between my breasts, down past my belly button and then pulls his hand away to undo his pants. 'I'm panting hard now, my heart racing with anticipation for what's to come.

Jason pulls his finger from my body and puts it into his mouth, locking his eyes on me.

"You are fucking delicious," he growls, and my heart skips a beat. Holy shit that was hot as fuck, I think to myself, as I swallow hard. He looks down and uses both hands to undo the button of his jeans, when I get an idea and roll with it.

I sit up and stop his hands. He looks up quickly and I kiss him, pressing my chest up against his. I run my fingers down his body, mimicking what his had done not moments before. My hands tuck down between us and I finish unbuttoning his pants, and he rises off his knees so I can help him slide them down, revealing to me one of the most impressive pieces of body art I have laid eyes on.

He's standing at attention for me, a gloriously endowed man with a slight up-curve and marvelous girth. The head is swollen and almost purple in color and it looks smooth as marble. I glide my fingers over the length from it's base to the tip, and he shudders. I look up at him and he's not moving, barely breathing, and watching my every move.

I bend slightly and kiss his chest, listening to the hammering of his own heart beating against his ribs. It gives me great joy to know that I am the cause of the sound. I am making him react this way. I slide my knees backward and I kiss his belly, following the happy trail his hairline makes.

"That's a bit brisk," he says softly, smiling. That's the last thing I hear from him before gasping as my mouth covers his pulsating head, my lips soft and open to invite his manhood deep within my throat. I slide my hand up and over, coating it in my saliva before sliding it back down to his base slowly, my mouth following at the same pace.

Jason takes his turn wrapping his hands around my hair, taking the time to take the ponytail out of it, shaking it free before entwining his fingers through the strands. He doesn't move his pelvis or my head, he merely allows me to take control while he leans his head back and hisses his inhales and moans his exhales.