I feel like I should warn my readers about this.  When I began posting this story, FF.net supported NC-17 stories, and I posted here because I knew eventually it would take that turn.  Well this is the chapter it happens in.  I don't want my story yanked, so I just want to say that this is an adult chapter with adult content.  Please be sure you can handle it before you read.  Thanks!  Any support (feedback) you leave will be much appreciated.  ~Calla

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Even though he knew Elizabeth liked it, Jason didn't take the cliff road back to her house. It was a fifteen minute drive from Vista Point, but they made it in eight flat. A few times Jason was sure he would be pulled for reckless driving, but hearing Elizabeth yelling behind him only made him speed up more.

When he stopped the bike, he felt her grip tighten around his waist as she hugged their bodies together. His hands came up to cover hers and he held her there. At that moment, he couldn't think of a time he'd loved her more.

"Let's go inside," she whispered. Elizabeth slid off the bike and pulled her helmet off. She waited until he was off the bike before she reached for his hand and began pulling him towards the house.

"Slow down," he told her. Even though he was ready to get her inside. "We have all night."

"No, no." Elizabeth pulled the keys from her jacket pocket and fumbled with the door. "I know how much luck we have. We're doing this now."

Placing his hands over hers, he helped her turn the key. Jason nuzzled her neck as he followed her into the foyer. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you rushing this so you won't change your mind?" He felt Elizabeth stop in front of him, dropping her keys to the floor. His hands smoothed up her arms to her shoulders and he squeezed them gently. "If that's the case, we don't have to do this. We have the rest of our lives, Elizabeth."

She pulled out of his grasp and turned. Slowly, she let the jacket fall from her shoulders on the floor. "I want this," she told him. To prove to him how much, she reached to the bottom of her sweater and grasped the edge in her hands. Tugging it upwards, she dropped it to the floor. Elizabeth stood in front of him, nothing covering her breasts but a sheer black and red bra. "I want to be with you, Jason." Taking a step towards him, she fingered the strap on her shoulder. "The question is… do you want to be with me too?"

Jason closed the distance between them and followed her fingers. "More than anything," he whispered. Leaning down, Jason kissed her softly, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue. "Don't you know what you are to me?"

"Show me," she whispered.

Jason lifted her easily and her legs wrapped around his torso, with her ankles locked behind his back. He carried her through the living room into her bedroom. Gently, he put her on the bed. Following her suit, he tugged the long-sleeved shirt over his head. As the shirt floated through the air to land haphazardly on the dress, Jason kneeled between her legs and kissed her again.

Elizabeth held his face in her small hands, drinking from him everything he offered to her. Her tongue chased his back into his mouth and she heard him gasp in excitement. Elizabeth could feel liquid heat begin to pool between her legs, and it excited her even more. "I love you," she whispered.

"Ditto." Jason kissed down her jaw to the bra strap and moved it down her arm. He followed the strap with his mouth as he palmed one of her full breasts in his hand. Jason could feel her hands in his hair, scratching his scalp, urging him further.

Returning to her lips, he kissed her again before beginning the same journey down her left arm. The strap slipped over her wrist and he folded the bra down to expose her breasts to him. "Would it…" he began.

Taking charge, Elizabeth moved his head to her bare breast. "Touch me."

She didn't have to ask twice and he tentatively reached out to kiss the round nipple. It hardened in his mouth and Elizabeth gasped at the sensation. "Jason," she sighed. "Yessss."

Her words encouraged him and he took the small bead between his teeth and tugged backwards. "Jason!" she screamed.

Jason felt pride rush through him at the way she yelled his name. Blood began to course through him, all of it rushing to his groin. Suddenly, his jeans were very tight. Pulling back, he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open in pleasure. He shifted on his knees and moved his hand down to her denim-covered thigh. Jason began to trace small patterns with his index finger, all of them leading into her center.

"Please," she whimpered.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"You…"

"Tell me, Elizabeth. What do you want?"

Her blue eyes opened, they were clouded with passion and swirling with love for him. "I want you… to touch me, Jason. To love me."

"I am, baby. I am."

Propping herself up on an elbow, she kissed him. Her other arm looped around his neck and held him in place. Suddenly she was reaching for his jeans, trying to pull him up by the belt loops.

"Elizabeth–"

She put a finger over his mouth to silence his protests. "I want to give you pleasure."

When he stood, she pulled him back onto the bed, beside her. Rolling over, Elizabeth moved her hands across his chest, followed them with her mouth. Her mouth found his nipple and she sucked it in, her tongue flicking over it. She bit him, and smiled when he let out a little yelp. His hands had tightened on her waist, digging into her hips.

Elizabeth moved to the other nipple and repeated the action. Her hands began to move lower on his stomach until she felt the warn denim that began below his belly button. She slid the button open with her experienced hand and lowered the zipper.

His erection pushed against the dark gray boxer briefs he wore, refusing to be contained by the cotton. Reaching into them, her tiny fist closed around his arousal. "Jesus, Elizabeth!"

She slowly slid her hand up and down him, her thumb rubbing the tip when she reached the top. It was her turn to watch his eyes close as she pleasured him. "I just want you to feel good," she whispered into his stomach.

One moment, she was on top, and the next Jason had flipped her and his legs pinned her body to the mattress. "My turn," he grinned.

Pulling back from her, he removed her socks and shoes and leaned over to unbutton her fly. He tugged the jeans down from the bottom, then kissed his way back up her legs. She wore matching black and red bikini cut underwear. If possible, he got even harder. She was trying to kill him.

Elizabeth was already pushing his jeans down his hips, soon after the underwear followed. She reached for his shoulders and pulled him up over him. "Condom?" she asked.

"There's one in my wallet," he told her.

"I'll get it," she grinned. Sitting up, with him still above her, she traced a hand down his backside. Jason's erection bumped the inside of her thigh and he swore silently. He could feel her grin and knew she was enjoying this far too much.

She lay back down, condom in hand and ripped the foil package open. Taking him in her hand, she rolled the rubber over his member until it covered him. She took him and positioned him at her opening, then rubbed his tip up and down her lips.

"Jesus," he swore. "Woman, are you trying to kill me?"

Elizabeth grinned up at him with love lighting her eyes. "What a way to go."

Jason pulled her hand away from him and in one swift movement buried himself in her. They lay still as her muscles began to contract around him.

"You feel so good," she told him. Elizabeth wrapped her legs around his, pushing the denim down to his ankles. "Now," she told him.

"Now," he agreed. Jason pulled back slowly, almost all of the way out of her, before pushing back in. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her surrounding him, welcoming him into her body. He had missed this… it had been over two years. What had he been thinking.

She continued to urge him on, telling him how good he felt inside of her. Elizabeth could tell from his erratic breathing that he was ready. "I want to come with you," she told him.

Jason opened his eyes and smiled down at her. He pulled one of his hands back and moved it between their bodies, taking her clit in between his fingers. He massaged it, then pulled on it. Jason could see the pleasure in her eyes. "Now?" he asked.

Elizabeth nodded her head. She bit down on her lip to stop from crying out for him. The entire time, their eyes remained locked on each other. Her body was the first to go over the edge, clenching around him. When Jason felt her let go, he began pushing himself in and out of her at a hurried pace. With two more long strokes, he exploded inside of her.

When their bodies had both stopped shaking, Jason collapsed on top of her. Elizabeth ran her hands over his sweaty back and could only be happy. She laughed suddenly.

"What's so funny?"

"You didn't even take your boots off. Or your jeans."

Jason moved again, running his half-rigid member over her cleft. "That's okay… it worked, didn't it?"

She nodded, tears flooding her eyes. "It definitely worked."

Jason buried his face in her hair, soothed her as she silently cried. Her arms tightened around him as she asked him to not leave her alone for another second. His heart broke for her. But when she finished crying and she pulled his face out of her hair, she smiled up at him.

"Ready to go again?"