Chapter Eleven
The next day, I was a bundle of nerves. I took a long shower, washing and shaving any part of my body I could reach, until the water ran cold. My mom easily believed my story that Jason was picking me up to go on a double date with Shelby and some guy, and then I was going to spend the night at her place. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for lying to her.
My mom and Keith were settled into the couch in the living room, getting ready to watch a movie, when Jason arrived to pick me up. I was nervous that they would try to talk to him, so I rushed Jason out the door, throwing a quick goodbye over my shoulder. Jason took my overnight bag from me, and I followed him to this car. He looked irresistible in jeans and a dark blue polo shirt, and I could smell his cologne wafting towards me. His gaze was admiring as it traveled down my body, and I suddenly felt half-dressed, even though the skirt I was wearing wasn’t very short, and my v-neck top wasn’t very low-cut.
“Which hotel are we going to?” I asked, my hands fidgeting on my lap as Jason drove. Jason reached over and took one of my hands in his, his thumb brushing against my palm reassuringly.
“The Madison,” he replied, naming a fancy hotel in a nearby city. He glanced at me before turning his gaze back at the road. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just have a relaxing night at the hotel.”
I shook my head. I was ready for this. I just hoped my performance wasn’t disappointing. “No, I’m looking forward to it.”
My face turned red as I realized how wanton that sounded, but Jason just grinned, squeezing my hand in his.
“Me, too.”
It was about an hour drive to the hotel, and I admired the grand entrance when we pulled up. It was a little intimidating being at such a nice hotel, and I awkwardly thanked the valet when he opened my door for me.
I couldn't help blushing a little as I stood beside Jason as he checked in at reception, and confirmed that we were staying for only one night. I felt like it was glaringly obvious what we were there to do. But Jason didn’t seem bothered by any of it. He seemed at ease at the hotel, and he looked and sounded like such a grown-up when he was talking to the hotel staff. I still felt like a kid pretending to be an adult.
When we got to our room, Jason opened the door with the key card, and I gasped when we stepped inside.
“This must have been so expensive!” I exclaimed, as I surveyed the room. Instead of just being a room with a bed, there was also a sitting room with richly upholstered furniture, and an eating area with a fully adorned dining table. Still, my attention was mostly on the king-sized bed that reminded me why we were here.
“Not really,” Jason replied mildly as he put both our overnight bags on a chair. He watched me as I gingerly sat on the bed, wondering what to do next. He walked over, standing in front of me. He tenderly brushed my hair back from my face, his smile sweet. “I thought we could have dinner here, instead of going out. I already ordered beforehand. It should be here soon.”
I couldn’t help but be relieved that we wouldn’t immediately be having sex. I needed to loosen up and relax.
“That sounds nice,” I said with a smile.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, and soon food was being wheeled in. I was grateful to see there was a bottle of wine. I needed some liquid courage tonight. The room service attendant placed all the food on our dining table with a small flourish, and then left us quickly.
“The hotel restaurant is known for their steak, but I thought you’d be a little sick of it since we had it last night,” Jason said as he poured two glasses of red wine. “Their Italian food is supposed to be really good too, so I just ordered an assortment of dishes. I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course,” I said, eyeing the table with amazement. There were half a dozen plates of food, not counting the bread basket or the platter of various desserts. “But there’s only two of us. How are we going to eat all of this?”
Jason waggled his eyebrows. “Haven’t you ever heard of carbo-loading before a marathon? It’s sort of the same concept. We’re gathering energy.”
I burst out laughing at his over-exaggerated lascivious grin. His goofiness helped to calm my nerves, and we enthusiastically dug into the food. Between forkfuls of chicken parmigiana, linguine with clams and shrimp scampi, I also had plenty of sips of wine. I had to admit that the wine was helping me feel more confident about what was to come. I knew that being with Jason would be wonderful, no matter my lack of experience.
We moved to the sofa with our glasses of wine. It had darkened outside, and it felt like we were inside our own little world in our hotel room. Jason put his arm around me as I cuddled closer. We were quiet as we watched the city lights. After a while, Jason took my wine glass and set it on the coffee table in front of us, along with his own. He turned to me, his hand cupping my face, his gaze warm.
“Before we do anything tonight,” he said softly, “I want you to know that I love you. I loved you as a friend when we were kids, but even then, I think I knew that love would grow into something more. These past few months have been the happiest I’ve ever been, and I want to continue being happy with you. I love you, Daphne.”
My heart swelled at his words. It was the first time he had said I love you to me. I had felt the sentiment dozens of times, and would say it in my head to him, but I had been too afraid to say it out loud, But his courage now gave me courage.
“I love you too, Jason,” I said, placing my hand over his chest, where his heart was. “I love you so much."
Jason leaned in to kiss me softly. My arms naturally circled his neck, pulling him closer. His lips were soft and gentle as he kissed me as if I was the most precious thing in the world. I wanted to get lost in his kiss, but first I wanted to make sure he knew this would be the first time for me. I didn’t want him to realize it while we were in the act, or wonder why I was so awkward.
“Jason,” I said breathlessly, pulling away a bit and putting my hand on his chest to stop him from leaning back in. “Before we do anything, I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?” Jason asked. He drew back, looking concerned.
My heart was pounding as I summoned the courage to tell him. I knew it wouldn’t matter to Jason, but a part of me felt embarrassed by my inexperience.
“This will be the first time for me,” I finally confessed. “I’ve never had sex before. I’m a virgin.”
Jason didn’t look surprised by my announcement. Maybe he already assumed that I was a virgin. He gave me a gentle smile.
“I’m glad you told me,” he said softly. He brushed the hair back from my face, his touch tender. “You and I are in the same boat then. We’ll figure it out together.”
“What?” I didn’t mean to sound so taken aback, but I wasn’t sure if I was hearing right. “You’re a virgin, too?”
Jason laughed. “Why do you sound so shocked?”
“I mean…I just,” I fumbled around for the right words to say. Jason was so attractive and charming, and he drew female attention wherever he went. The last thing I would expect him to be was a virgin.
Jason’s thumb caressed my cheek as he cradled my face. “I think a part of me was waiting for you. I never admitted it to myself, but I was waiting for the day we would be together again. I don’t want anyone but you. I never have.”
My heart ached from his words. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve someone like Jason, but I swore I would spend the rest of my life making sure I was good enough for him.
Jason leaned in again, and all my worries dissolved. Nothing mattered except being with him. I forgot to be worried about being awkward, or not knowing what to do. I lost myself in his kiss, and knew that his arms were exactly where I belonged.
Our kiss grew in urgency, and our hands started roaming. I made a noise of frustration at the clothes between us. I gasped when Jason swung me up in his arms, and I instinctively looped my arms around his neck. He walked over and gently placed me on the bed, and then turned to dim the lights. When he turned back to me on the bed, he took off his shirt before settling beside me. My fingers were itching to feel his bare chest, and I reached over, my fingers gliding over his warm, muscular chest. I marveled at how beautiful he was. Jason stilled when my hands drifted lower, brushing past his belly button. He suddenly put a hand over mine, stoping me from moving lower.
“I don’t want this to end before it even begins,” he said with a husky laugh. “Let’s take this slow.”
He leaned down, kissing me deeply as his hands traveled down. I moaned when his hands moved under my shirt, nudging my bra aside. My nipples were already aching, and I felt an arrow of pleasure shoot through me when his fingers found them, rolling the taut nubs between his fingers and pulling on them.
Jason broke our kiss and then moved his head down, taking my stiff nipple into his warm mouth.
“Jason,” I whispered breathlessly. He seemed to take that as encouragement and suckled me even harder. My back arched, and I was practically panting when his teeth grazed my tight nipple, taking turns pulling on it and sucking it.
Jason showed the same worship to my other nipple, making me gasp for air. I lost the ability to speak as his hands traveled lower, going under my skirt. My panties were already wet with desire, and I lurched instinctively when he brushed a finger against them, tracing along the crease.
Jason moved his head, and my breasts suddenly felt bereft from the loss of attention. But I didn’t have time to miss his mouth as his gaze shifted to between my legs.
“You’re already so wet,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
His words send a flood of more wetness from me. My body was feeling hot and restless and I reached down and grasped his shoulders, silently pleading, but not sure what I was asking for. I just knew my body felt tense and I felt like I was going to explode.
“Not yet, though,” he rasped. “Not yet.”
In a haze, I watched him as he deftly removed all my clothing until I was completely naked. I was too aroused to care that I was utterly nude while he was still wearing his pants. Instead of feeling self-conscious from it, it turned me on even more. It felt like I was being ravished.
“Can I taste you?” Jason asked, his voice gravelly. I swallowed, stopping myself from begging him to do whatever he wanted to me. Our hands had explored each other’s bodies before, but that had been the extent of it. There had never been enough room to do anything more in a car. But now, there was nothing stopping us.
I nodded weakly, and that was all the answer he needed. When I felt the first flick of his tongue, my legs instinctively tried to close. It was too much. It felt too good and I felt overwhelmed. Jason gently kept my legs apart, his hands splayed on each of my inner thighs. His tongue continued its caress, teasing my nub. His hands moved from my thighs to spread me apart, giving him deeper access and continuing to ravage my sensitive center.
My head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, my hands gripping the bedsheets, as if I was about to fall.
“Jason, that feels too good,” I whimpered. “I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“Not yet, Daphne,” he said against me, and I shuddered at the sensation. “I need more of you.”
My back arched when he took my swollen nub into his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue continued to lave against it again and again. I could feel the tension building in me, and it was almost scary how intense it felt. My toes were clenched against the bed, my legs shaking as he continued the onslaught of his mouth and tongue against me.
“Jason,” I cried, feeling myself on the edge. “I think I’m about to come.”
“Let yourself go, baby,” Jason growled, his voice muffled against me. “Come for me.”
His words opened the floodgates and I keened loudly, my body arching like a bow as waves of sensation rolled through me. His hands kept my lower body pinned to the bed, his mouth never leaving me as I experienced intense sensation after sensation. I couldn’t believe how forceful my orgasm was. Jason had brought me to orgasm before with just his fingers, and it had felt amazing, but his mouth had taken me to another dimension.
When the last spasm left me, my body was limp on the bed, sweaty and weak. Jason’s eyes were dazzling blue when he moved up over me, his grin showing deep satisfaction.
I was again aware of how naked I was compared to him. I reached down to undo his pants, and he let me, his eyes glittering as he watched me pull his pants and underwear down, using my legs to help me. He made a sharp sound when I stroked his hard length, his jaw clenching.
“Not too much,” he said, sounding amused yet strained. “I want this to last.”
“But I want to taste you, too,” I said softly, not caring if I sounded shameless in my desire. I wanted to taste and feel every inch of Jason. The weakness in my body after my orgasm was dissipating, and my need to explore him was growing.
Jason took in a deep, steadying breath when he heard my words, but he shook his head. “Not yet. Later.” He smiled through his strained expression. “Trust me. I’ll take you up on the offer later. But I need to be inside you first.”
Jason made quick work of grabbing a condom and putting it on. I drew in my breath as I felt the head of his erection pushing against my opening.
“I’m going to take this slow,” Jason said between gritted teeth. His arms holding above me were tense and I could feel how much he was holding himself back. “Tell me right away if it starts to hurt or you want me to stop.”
“I will,” I breathed, forcing myself to relax my body. All of a sudden, I felt nervous. Jason slowly inched forward, and I could tell it was going to be a tight fit. Just the tip of his rigid length was starting to stretch me. Sweat was running down Jason’s body as he tightly controlled his movements, trying to go slow. A wave of tenderness washed over me. He had waited for me. I had assumed that he had been with other girls before, because how could someone so handsome and amazing not have had sex before? But he had waited for me, wanting me to be his first, and now he was doing everything in his power to make this enjoyable for me.
I suddenly ached for him to be inside me. I wanted him to be a part of me in every way possible. A part of me even wanted to rip the condom off and have him bare inside me, filling me, but I knew that was crazy talk. We were in no way ready for the consequences that could reap. But I told myself, maybe in the future?
Jason was still moving slowly, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed all of him inside of me. I raised my hips up quickly and with force, and I gasped when he was suddenly buried inside me to the hilt, stretching me to the brim.
“Shit, Daphne,” Jason said, breathing in sharply. “That’s not taking it slow.” His expression grew concerned. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
I shook my head. “No. I needed you inside of me. I can’t wait anymore.” I raised my hands, gripping his arms. “Make love to me, Jason.”
Jason made a growling sound, and his self-control broke. He proceeded to do exactly what I asked him to. His breaths were sharp as he thrust into me again and again, and I welcomed the invasion, my hips lifting to meet each deep plunge.
The meeting of our bodies felt beyond just the physical. Our gazes were locked into each other’s, and I could feel all of his love and desire pouring from his eyes. I wanted to weep with how amazing and beautiful this was. How had I gotten so lucky with Jason?
The tension was building again inside me, and I knew I was on the brink. When Jason reached down to stroke me, the dam burst and I keened loudly, my body jerking from each glorious spasm. The orgasm before had been intense and fierce, but this one shattered me. I felt connected to him so deeply, and when Jason shouted and then jerked inside of me, I felt as if we were joined into one. My love for him felt so deep and intense that it almost scared me.
Jason collapsed next to me after we were done, throwing the condom into the wastebasket next to the bed. He looked exhausted and his eyes were closed, but he reached out one arm to pull me close. I cuddled in the crook of his neck with a sigh of contentment. We were both sweaty as our labored breaths slowed down. I hugged him close, feeling grateful and utterly happy to be with him.
“Are you okay?” Jason asked, opening his eyes and looking down at me. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head. “No, it was amazing.” I reached up to graze his cheek with my fingertips, feeling like my heart was going to explode with the love I felt for him. “I love you.”
Jason smiled gently. “I love you too, Daphne. Always and forever.”
As my sweat dissipated, it began to feel cooler. Jason drew the bedcover over us, and we drifted into an exhausted sleep. When we woke up an hour later, our desire had returned, and we satiated ourselves again and again. I made good of my earlier promise to explore him with my mouth and reveled in the taste of him. We gave our bodies to each other, and it felt as though we were pledging our souls to each other as well. Jason made me cry out in pleasure again and again, while my heart gave itself to him, promising to always love and cherish him.