As he kissed her, Jay lifted Sasha off the ground. It was incredible to feel those hard muscles around her ample body and then to lift her as though it were nothing. Because she was full figured, Sasha had never been lifted by a man, but Jay had such a determination in his kisses and urgency to his grasp, that it seemed easy for him. She felt so female, so elfin.
Twirling her in the air, he turned her around and planted her on his office desk, sending his desk telephone falling to the floor with a crash. The noise didn't stop Jay though. He kissed her with a growing fever that Sasha could only try to match.
As he kissed her he ran his hands over her back.
Sasha lifted her legs and leaned back a little into the desk, so that she could raise them high enough to wrap around his waist. He kissed her with so much intensity now it felt like his tongue ravished her mouth. She raised her hands and ran them over his shoulders and down his arms feeling every smooth curvaceous bulge of his muscle. Oh lordy, he was divine.
With a moan he nibbled more firmly on her lips. He moved away from her lips and leaned in closer to nibble on her neck and then move over to nuzzle into her ear. Softly he whispered, "Oh Sasha. We shouldn't be doing this."
Distracted still by the muscle under her fingertips, as she felt them working on her underneath his perfect skin, Sasha found she'd barely heard what he said, till suddenly he pulled away. Breathless she looked up at him, a little dazed, her legs still wrapped around his lower half, keeping them bonded.
"We can't do this Sasha. I have a problem... something in my family... I can't get you involved. I'm not sure what it is really, but I can't have you in danger by being a part of it."
"What are you talking about?" Flushed, she looked up at him, confused again, but now more desperate to have his mouth back and on her again and allowing her to roam his body, taking hours, days, and years if he would let her. She looked him over after she'd asked her question and her mouth salivated at the thought of sinking her teeth into his beautiful chest.
But he was simply looking at her, as she fell back. The material had fallen off her shoulder and come loose from the wrapping around her.
Still dressed, but barely, she must have looked like such a wanton woman. That is how she felt anyway. His gaze over her body, the lust in her eyes told her that her summation had been correct.
"I can't help it Sasha. Forgive me if I am putting you in any danger, but I have never felt a surge move through me like this before, and I want you. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything. I need to have you."
With those words he allowed himself to move toward her again, his groin moving closer at the same time, so that he were even closer to her physically than he had been before.
He went back immediately to kissing her neck and nibbling at her ears, and her whole body melted at the touch of his lips on her skin. This was what she'd wanted, what she'd hoped for. She wanted to hold him, caress him, feel him inside of her, and give him a safe place to be. A warm nurturing place that freed him from whatever it was that tortured him so.
Jay shook inside from the force of his want.
He'd never experienced such deep attraction for another woman and no other woman had ever inspired him the way Sasha had. In just a few short hours she'd gone from not existing in his life to overwhelming it with her creative presence to dominating it with her womanhood.
There was even a small piece of him that wondered if she could be his salvation. The woman he'd looked for. The one that could share his life, share the pent up pain of losing his father, his brother, in fact his long family history to the curse, and the ultimate pain of having to watch his mother suffer day after day as she wrestled with her mind, fighting the curse that had its own way with her.
But he fought that longing. The curse wasn't going, no matter what magic his mother tried to conjure up, and he wouldn't subject Sasha to the kind of pain his mother lived through.
It would simply be too much for him to bear to know that she could end up that way. And he sensed that if she could ever, in his wildest dreams actually love him, then she'd be doomed to live the life his mother lived. If he ever gave her a child, she'd have to live with the misery of believing -- knowing -- that one day it would die.
He burned for her, but he dared not take her. Not now. Not when he wrestled the madness descending upon him. The tap tap in his mind was only satiated by the heated presence of Sasha, or when he worked on the images of her. At no other time did it leave him, and he knew by now that its torment would be the end of him.
He was going mad, and it wasn't fair to drag this beautiful woman -- this dream come true -- into the mix to make trouble for the two of them instead of just him on his own. No, he had to leave her alone. Somehow find the willpower from somewhere.
Still, his body ignored him. Acting on its own volition, it moved toward her still, his erection powerfully strong, throbbing to the point of hurting him, to get to her, to get into her. The drive was primal, born of a deeper, baser desire. His mind ached for her but withdrew for her safety. His body didn't live by such rules.
Before he could stop himself, he pulled back softly from her kisses and started to travel lower. As he brushed past her magnificent breasts he pinched each nipple again, making them stand longer and stronger under the material than they were already. She moaned and threw her head back.
The sensuous velvet could contain her no more in her magnificent state of lust driven desire. It slithered over her body, making its way to the floor as if to entice him further, as if the velvet were driven by the same objective that drove his body.
The material dropped to the floor and Jay drew his breath in sharply. She was more beautiful than he could have imagined. Her translucent skin covered her whole body; there wasn't a mark on her, except for a small dark beauty mark on her right thigh. He bent immediately and kissed it, grateful for the one delicate flaw that told him she was a human being, not a marble statue.
Desire now drove him back to her breasts and he clamped his mouth on to one nipple nipping it and teasing at it with his mouth. She sighed deeply again, and made little murmurs that were incoherent to him, with all the blood rushing its way through his mind. Moving swiftly to the other great orb, she sucked hard on that nipple, relishing the way it responded to him, swelling and extending so far into her mouth that it almost felt s though it filled him.
He ran his hands up to her shoulders as he sucked on her breasts, and down her curvaceous body, till he was over her stomach.
With no rational thought to his actions at all, with no more will nor capacity to stop the flood of emotional strength pouring through him, Jay sank to his knees in front of her.
Sasha Look up when he'd moved away from her breasts, to catch him looking at her body. She'd always fought a twinge of self consciousness when the few other men there had been had looked at her body. She sensed it was a moment when she 'got over it' and they 'got over it' and then they could both move on.
But this was different. Jay looked at her with wonder, lust and the raw power of man who is about to have what he wants from a woman that he desires. His eyes roamed her body hungrily, making Sasha feel more comfortable with her naked body than she had ever felt before.
She was overwhelmed with the pleasure of feeling completely at ease. So much so that her own driving lust was free to take over, and she felt more wanton and seductive than she'd ever known could be possible for her. As he watched her, embolden by his searching eyes, she parted her legs. Slowly, she showed him her absolute permission and her sweeping overwhelming desire.
Jay let a growling sound roll at the back of his throat and he ran his hands over her breasts, down her belly and to the rounded satin of her inner thighs. "You are easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He said almost absently as he smoothed his hands over her porcelain skin.
