So sorry it's taken me so long to update. With special thanks to my editor Misternik
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When Rebecca awoke again it was early, but not before dawn. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. The room must be east facing, she mused. Jason had rolled away from her during the night, but he was still fast asleep. He was lying on his front with one arm raised over his head, causing the muscles in his shoulders and back to be more defined. She admired the gentle sweeping curve that ran from his shoulder and dipped into the small of his back before raising again to form the curve of his buttocks.
Tracing the band of Celtic knot work that was tattooed along his arm with her finger, she marveled at how soft and smooth his skin was, in stark contrast to the hardness of the muscle beneath. At her touch he sighed and rolled onto his back, exposing his chest. She pulled back, but he was still asleep, even snoring lightly. Such a contrast from yesterday morning when she hadn't even managed to creep out of bed to go to the toilet without waking him.
She took the opportunity to have a good look at him. Damn he was fine. There was a light stubble on his face now where there hadn't been yesterday. It made him look a little older and more manly, accentuating the line of his already strong jaw. She gazed at his lips, tempted to lean over and kiss them but she realised she was relishing finding him asleep too much to want to risk waking him.
There was a light smattering of curly dark blond hairs on his forearms and chest, where there were more tattoos. An intricate crucifix covered his right pectoral and something was written in a beautiful script in a sweeping curve under his collarbone, but she couldn't make out what it said. It must be Gaelic, she decided.
He was big; not in a bulging bodybuilder kind of way, but he had muscles. Most of the other guys she'd known were smaller. Her eyes drifted down to his stomach and then the tantalising line of hair that travelled from his navel until it disappeared beneath the quilt. Pulling the cover away to expose his crotch, she bit her lip nervously and looked back up to his face. He was still asleep.
The inkling of an idea began to form.
She peeled the cover further back, reached down and took his hold of his penis. Despite appearing to be fast asleep he was responsive. She began to move her hand, gripping him and stroking firmly. He quickly grew erect until he stood proud and hard. He's bigger here too, she thought, smiling to herself and leaning forward. she darted out the tip of her tongue and tentatively licked, running her tongue gently up the length of him. He jerked in response. She did it again, more confidently this time.
Glancing up at Jason's face to make sure he was still asleep, she climbed over a thigh and settled herself in between his legs, drawing the tip of his cock into her mouth. Circling her tongue around the head, she sucked him further into her mouth, enclosing as much of him as she could. He groaned and thrust his hips towards her suddenly, catching her off guard and filling her mouth, causing her to gag a little. She pulled away slightly and began to suck. Softly at first and then more firmly moving up and down the length of him, letting her teeth lightly brush the tip. She could tell the moment he awoke because his breath hitched and he groaned.
Jason woke suddenly to the most amazing sensation. At first he thought he was dreaming, but when he propped himself onto his elbows and looked down he was met with what was possibly the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. Rebecca looked back up at him, her mouth filled with his cock and a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was incredible, and he wasn't sure if he could hold back much longer. He really didn't want to come right away.
"Rebecca." he said urgently
"Hmm?" She looked up at him coyly.
The effect nearly caused him to spend in her mouth right away.
"Oh God, baby you need to stop, I'm going to..."
She began to move faster, sucking harder, drawing him deeper into her mouth. The minx.
"Rebecca!"
He needed to do something before it was too late. Reaching down and grabbing both her arms, he lifted her on to him and then rolled, pinning her underneath himself. The whole thing seemed to happen in one swift movement, and before Rebecca knew it she was trapped beneath him, unable to move. She wriggled and tried to push her hips into his but he was pressing her so hard into the mattress that she could not move at all. He was holding both her wrists by her side. his hips pinning hers, his chest pressed so tightly against her she could feel his heart beating. She scowled petulantly. He answering laugh was husky. He kissed her furrowed brow.
His breathing was laboured when he spoke. "That was a delightful way to wake up Rebecca, but I don't want to come just yet."
Jason looked down at her and considered his predicament. He'd come so close to coming, to losing control. He didn't seem to have any self control at all where she was concerned. He found himself constantly taken aback by the strength of his feelings towards her. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn't walk. He wanted to do it now. Shit, he felt like he wanted to do it every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to make her beg for it. But he also wanted to look after her, he wanted to protect her. He wanted her to belong to him and no one else.
The way she looked at him. The noises she made when she came. Suddenly, unexpectedly he was filled with an angry, unreasonable possessiveness. He couldn't bear the thought of anyone else seeing her look at them like that, hearing those noises. He scowled. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to let her go.
She watched him as he seemed to be having some sort of internal struggle. She noticed his breathing was starting to return to normal, and finally after what felt like half a lifetime he released her wrists and grabbed her face in both hands. He kissed her with a determined possessiveness, pushing her lips open, exploring her mouth with his tongue. He thrust into her in a forceful fluid motion burying himself deep in her. When he realised how wet she was a low growl erupted from somewhere deep in his chest.
The sound he made was so erotic it took her breath away. She felt wonderfully full as she yielded to his intrusion, She returned his thrusts with her own, grinding her hips against his and tilting them forwards, trying to increase the pleasurable sensations were already coursing through her. Already she could feel that familiar delicious tension building in her loins.
Heat blossomed in the pit of her stomach, until it was an all consuming, overwhelming sensation building inside her. Each time he thrust into her the feeling intensified, his pelvis pressing against her clitoris. She felt herself starting to unravel. Clinging to his shoulders and digging her fingernails into his skin, she leaned into him and dragged her teeth across his shoulder, eliciting a groan in response. The sound pushed her over the edge, she sunk her teeth into his skin, absentmindedly bearing down on his shoulder as she exploded into an intense climax.
He sat astride her as she recovered, looking down admiringly. He stroked his hands along her side and cupped her breasts thoughtfully before moving them back down again and wrapping them both around her waist as he gripped her, pressing himself into her depths. Suddenly he pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach.
"Get on your knees, I want to take you from behind." She dazedly scrabbled up on to her knees and gripped the headboard in front of her.
He was kneeling behind her, pressed up against her, the hairs on his chest tickling her shoulders, his erection pressed into the small of her back.
"So beautiful" He groaned dragging his nails gently up the front of her thighs and causing her to shiver with anticipation.
He grasped her hips in both his hands and groaned as he slowly slid into her. He began to fuck her with long, slow, penetrating strokes. She moaned at this new invasion, it felt like he was deeper than he ever had been before. He slipped a hand around to her front and began to stroke her clitoris, she still felt very sensitive there after her recent orgasm. She gasped and bucked beneath him.
She felt his fingers slide under her hair and along her scalp. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and pushing her breasts forward. She was clinging to the headboard with both hands, moaning incoherently. He was still thrusting into her still as he began to trail kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, nibbling her earlobe, while all the time maintaining the friction against her clitoris, she was spiraling towards another climax, she could feel the tension in her building like a tightly coiled spring ready to give at anytime. She could tell by Jason's breathing that he was nearing completion too.
She couldn't help let out a moan as she felt that now familiar feeling unfurl in her stomach, and then she was crashing helplessly into another mind-numbingly fantastic orgasm.
Jason wasn't far behind her. He clung to her as he climaxed, burying himself even deeper in her, crying her name as he filled her with his seed. They both collapsed onto the mattress, she was flat on her stomach, he was lying on top of her, wrapping her in his arms, holding on to her as if his life depended on it.
She felt trapped underneath his weight, his face was buried in her hair. His hot shallow breaths were tickling the back of her neck. She couldn't really move but she realised she wouldn't want to be anywhere else anyway.
