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EPOV

Sunlight comes creeping through the curtains, letting me know that a day has begun. A smile spreads across my face at the thought of what today is. It's Saturday and I have a date with Jasper.

Our first real date.

Today I'm going on a date with a great guy. A guy that I hope will be more to me as time goes by. It's only been a short time and considering that this will be our first true date as boyfriends without my former job getting in the way, I'm looking forward to what Jasper has in store.

He's already done so much for me and I haven't exactly been the most grateful. But I was scared. What if he wasn't here to stay? What if I let him in like I did with Seth and he breaks my heart? So many what ifs.

However, I can't do it. I can't move forward and find a life partially away from my past without letting go. And I want to. I want to let go. I want to forgive and forget my parents. I want to let go of the hurt Seth dished out when he denied and blamed me for outing us. I'm tried of not feeling. I want to be loved, cherished and cared for.

I want someone to love and I think I've found him. It's crazy, but it's true. I'm falling in love with Jasper Whitlock, fast and hard and I don't want to stop myself. I want to love him and I hope he can love me back.

Smiling, I jump out of bed and head to my bathroom. While marveling at the room, I go through my usual routine and get ready. Jasper is picking me up around ten am and it's already nine. I tried to inquiry where he was taking me today when he called last night to check up on me, but he merely said we had a date with New York.

Making my way back to my room, I spread my bed and head out to the living area to find Tanya on the couch. Her feet are propped up, and she's deeply engrossed in one of my novels.

"Coffee is ready," she says nonchalantly, never taking her eyes of the page of the Hunger Games book she has in her hand.

"Enjoying that?"

"So damn much," she says without looking up. "I can't believe how good this is, Jesus!"

I laugh at her statement, making my way to the kitchen for that cup of coffee. Pouring myself a cup, I grab a muffin and head back over to the couch.

"Looking good, Edward," Tanya says with a wolf whistle as I take a seat next to her.

"Thanks," I say with a laugh. "So, you're gonna put that book down any time soon?" "

"Nope." She smiles. "So you know anything about where he's taking you?"

"Not a thing. He just said it was a date with New York."

"Sounds intriguing. I hope you two have fun. You both need it."

"Thanks." I take a sip of my coffee and we fall in into a relative silence as Tanya gets lost in the novel and I polish off my muffin and coffee. I want to mess with her a bit so while getting up, I say, "If you get bored, you can always ask Jake to come over."

A loud snort leaves her before it turns to laughter. "He likes me huh?"

"Smitten," I say to her, laughing at memory of Jake falling over himself to do whatever Tanya asked him to do the day we were moving out of Jasper's place.

"Yeah, I see it all the time, but what makes him any different from my former johns?"

I move to answer but I don't. She shuts the book and follows me to the kitchen, leaning by the counter as I rinse out my cup while she says, "He's a great guy. We got to talking when we went for takeout the other day when you and Jasper needed a little alone time." she wiggles her eyebrows making me blush as I try to keep the subject on her and Jake.

"So what did you think of him?"

"I think his mommy and daddy have some trust fund bitch ready and waiting for him. Guys like Jake date models, Edward."

"And you could give their bony asses a run for their money." She laughs at my statement.

"Yeah, I could. Could I?"

"Definitely, but if you're not feeling him, then you're not."

"I never said I wasn't or that I don't like him," she says, smiling and not meeting my eyes. "Let's just see what happens in the future, huh?"

"Yeah, let's what happens."

The buzzer at the door sounds and Tanya goes to get it. I walk out of the kitchen a little later only to be greeted by a jeans and t-shirt with a leather jacket clad Jasper. His outfit of dark wash jeans and rock concert t-shirt almost matches mine with the expectation of me opting for Converse sneakers and Jasper going with his black cowboy boots. The sight of him standing there laughing and joking with Tanya makes my heart skip a beat and my body shudders when his eyes find mine.

I meet him by the door and after a quick kiss, he grabs my hand and we bid Tanya goodbye as she says, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" waggling her eyebrows and laughing as I throw her a stink eye.

From the elevator to outside of my new building, Jasper's hand hardly leaves mine and I love it. Noticing that his car is nowhere in sight and in place of it is a short black limo with a driver waiting on us, I ask, "Where's your car?"

"No driving today. I'm pulling all the stops to show my date around. I want you to see and experience what New York has to offer."

Smiling at his answer, I'm introduced to our driver for the day, Miles, and then ushered in the back of the car by Jasper. Taking a quick look around the car makes me think back for a minute to the days when I'd ridden in these with ease. Back then, my parents didn't know anything about my sexual identity and I was still their beloved son. With a sigh, I push the thought away, refusing to let them ruin my date.

After all, it's the first date I've ever really been on.

Seth and I never dated. Not really. It was more of him and me being in the same place at the same time kind of thing and everything else between us was under wraps and behind closed doors. Leaving him behind too, I focus Jasper. He's the only thing I need to think about today.

Our drive is short to our first stop. Jasper gets out and I follow suit as he tells me that this is his favorite breakfast and lunch spot in the city. He says that it's owned by another of his good friends, Emmett McCarty, and the name immediately rings a bell.

"The Emmett Tanya and I will be working for?"

"The one and the same." I begin to feel nervous as Jasper walks me inside the busy shop. There are customers all around and the place looks busy for the weekend. I'd half expect it to be calm since it wasn't a Monday morning, but business must be booming.

Jasper shows me a seat and my heart feels like it's going to leap out of my throat when he says he's going to go get Emmett.

Trying to taper down my nervousness, I look around. The interior of the coffeehouse is spacious enough to seat a couple of people. It has a bookshelf in one corner and seems like the perfect place to sit, read and get away for a minute.

I take my eyes off that for a minute and watch as Jasper makes his way to the counter. I notice the customers waiting in line eye him as he moves pass them. Women, and even a few men are positively drooling over him. When he leans over the counter talking a girl behind it as she smiles and nods at something he says before walking off, I watch as one man tilts his head to side to stare at Jasper's ass. Jealousy races through me but I keep my cool because I know how the guy feels.

Jasper is the epiphany of beautiful. He's perfect.

A big, burly guy walks out the back followed by the girl and she goes to do whatever it is she was doing as he greets Jasper with a hug and slap on the back. They talk for a minute before Jasper points over at me and I gulp as the big guy looks in my direction. He says something to Jasper and then starts to make his way over to me.

From afar, his sheer size makes me panic. However, when he gets closer, sticking his hand out for me to shake with a smile on his face, all the nervousness I felt melts away. He takes a seat and introduces himself and by the time Jasper joins us, Emmett has me laughing about the time Jasper tried to take him on in arm wrestling.

I also learn that Emmett's girlfriend, Rosalie, is one of Jasper's student and TA. The guys promise that I'll meet her soon and then Jasper ends the conversation saying that he and I have to go as we have a full day ahead of us. As we make it to the door, Emmett stops me and tells me to be at work nine o'clock sharp, Monday morning before walks off.

I have a job.

Climbing in the back of the car, I'm in a daze. Jasper has to shake me a few times to see if I'm okay. I just can't believe it. I have a job. A normal job.

When my daze gives way to my exuberance, I attack Jasper; jumping on him and kissing him all over his face while mumbling 'thank you' against his lips repeatedly.

When I've finally calmed down, I lean my head on his shoulder, relaxing against the leather seat while he catches his breath. My curiosity is peaked by what he has planned so I ask, "Where to now?"

"Empire State Building's observation deck." My mouth drops open at his answer. I've always wanted to go up there. "You can't be in New York and don't go there. You and Tanya ever been?"

"No."

"Remind me to take her," he says.

Sitting up, I look at him, stunned by his statement. "You mean that?"

"Why not?" he says before adding, "Baby, it's because I selfishly want you all to myself today why I didn't invite Tanya to come along with us. But I promise, we'll take her on this tour."

I don't answer. I kiss him.

~~sjfm~~

Being on the observation deck of the Empire State Building is a dream. Noticing that we didn't have to wait in line, I ask why. Jasper simply says we have passes.

He'd thought of everything.

To stand up here with him behind me looking out at the city is amazing. His hands are on my waist as he tells me the story behind everything I'm seeing. I love that he loves history as much as I do. He has no idea how much it turns me on to know that he teaches it and I promise myself to find some way to see him in action at NYU. Maybe with the new job, Emmett will make me deliver something and I'd get to see Jasper. That thought and the possibilities behind it makes my cock twitch and I have to have to think of something else while trying to will my body to relax.

When my tour is over, he drags me to the elevator and holds my hand all the way down. Others look at us, some disapprovingly and others smile but it doesn't make a difference to Jasper. The smile on his face is permanent and is just radiant as it was this morning when he came to pick me up.

As we exit the elevator and make our way back to the car, I ask, "So, I've saw and I loved. What's next?"

He checks his watch and then says, "Let's go to church."

"Huh?"

He drags me to the car, laughing as we climb in and then explains that we're going to the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, the largest cathedral in the world. That I'd known and reminded Jasper of such to which he smiles and compliments my knowledge.

The church in itself is magnificent. Jasper and I spend our time pointing out certain things to each other and sharing the history we both knew so well about the church. Again, his hand hardly leaves mine and it comforts me.

From the cathedral, the next stop on my tour of New York is a lunch of my choice–which is McDonald's for us and the driver–then Madame Tussaud's wax museum. By the time we get there, I'm like a kid in a candy store, bouncing in my seat as Jasper laughs at me while taking it all in stride. He's so cool and collected as he leads me inside the museum. I'm glad for his hand in mine, because I think I would've ran off from the moment we walked in when my mouth drops open in amazement at the figures. They're so lifelike and incredibly detailed; from President Obama to other past political figures, historical figures such as Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King and Benjamin Franklin.

"I can't believe this."

"Believe it," he whispers with a kiss on my cheek.

"They look so real."

"I know," he says. "I like it here. It's relaxing and it's one place you wouldn't catch Alice or my parents in, so hence, I love it."

I smile at his answer. "Well, we can come here anytime you want. I've got to take Tanya here."

"I could take Jake and we'll make a double date of it."

I chuckle when he says that remembering Jake's dumbfounded expression whenever he's around Tanya and what me and her had talked about this morning. "He likes her, huh?"

"Yeah, but he won't admit it," he says as he looks closely at the wax figure of Rosa Parks.

I don't question him further. It seems that he knows something but just doesn't want to say it yet so I don't push. If Tanya and Jake like each other, it's fine by me as long as Jake treats Tanya right. I'm very protective of her and I'm not going to stand by and let anyone hurt her. Tanya means a lot to me and I'd do anything for her. I can never thank her enough for saving me.

We move on to more figures of celebrities and pop stars going through them and naming our favorites, but when Jasper and I get to the characters of our favorite comics, we can't help but become competitive when naming our favorite hero and who has the better attributes.

"I'm telling you, Spiderman is ten times better than Ironman," I reason, seeing no logic in Jasper's ridiculous statement. "Ironman is a spoiled brat in an iron suit."

Jasper looks shocked and grabs his chest while stating that I'm giving him a heart attack. I try my best not to laugh as he says, "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

"What?" I cock my eyebrow, waiting on him to prove me wrong.

"Ironman is…he's a…" he stutters through his answer as I hold my ear out waiting him to challenge me.

"He's…" he tries again, stumbling over his words.

"Yeah?"

"You know what, shut up." He pouts. "I like him." He storms off amidst my laughing as we move on to another superhero.

When we get to the next two, we both immediately agree that The Hulk is better than Captain America before moving on to see what else Madame Tussaud's has to offer.

My tour ended and then it's on to another location. The driver takes us to the pier to meet the ferry and I immediately know where I'm heading.

"Ellis island," I say to him.

He smiles and leans in, sweeping his lips over mine, repeating, "Ellis Island." Jasper has really pulled out all the stops but I have a feeling it isn't over yet, the best is yet to come.

We board the ferry when it arrives and begin our journey. The Statue of Liberty is breathtaking; I can't stop looking at it. I can feel Jasper's eyes on me. His gaze pierces my skin, making it tingle and I don't want it to stop. It's nice. It's nice to have someone looking at you as if you're the only thing in existence for them.

Ellis Island in itself is astounding. To know that millions of people have passed through here seeking a better life really sits with me. Its rich history amazes me and I'm stunned silent by the remarkable stories.

On our way back, I thank Jasper for all he's shown me today and I tell him how much I appreciate it. Everything was perfect and I can't get over all I've seen. I can't believe I'd been here in New York all this time and haven't gone to seen one of these places; although they were on my list.

"I'm just glad you allowed me to do this for you," he says. "And it's not over yet." The smirk of his face and his gleaming eyes intrigues me and makes me wonder what he has coming up next.

I shouldn't even have to ask. Jasper gave me the best one of it all when he brings me to one of the busiest intersection in the world, the Crossroads of the World…

Times Square.

I stand there in awe looking up at all the dazzling lights, the billboards, Good Morning America studios, Toys 'R' Us and numerous places I know I want to go into, all around me.

Is this real?

If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. You'd think that a former rich kid like me would've known things like this, but I didn't. I have been to other places but I haven't been to New York until my dad brought me to the airport and told me to get as far away from Forks as possible.

"What do you think?" Jasper asks. "Where do you want to go? Just pick a place and that's where we'll go tonight."

Not even having to think about it, I say, "Broadway."

"You got it, babe, but we have to make a stop first." He walks over and kisses my cheek, leading me back to the car as I blindingly stare at all the lights. Getting back in the car, his mention of a stop comes back to me and I ask where. He doesn't answer; he just smiles.

He didn't have to say anything at all indeed. The building spoke enough for him when we pull up to the Waldorf Astoria. He leads me from the car and thanks our driver, Miles, for his help.

I'm speechless as he guides me through the lobby to the front desk. He checks in, verifying his reservation for two and then we make our way to the suite.

The luxury room is magnificent, but seeing the huge bed makes me realize just how tired I truly am and I make a beeline for the bed. Closing my eyes, I must've drifted off because the next thing I feel is Jasper's arm around my waist and his lips by my ear.

"Sleeping, babe?" he whispers as he nibbles on it a bit before kissing it. His lips trail down to my neck as I sigh and weave my hand through his hair while his hips start to move. His prominent erection is digging in my ass and I push back on it, circling my hips as his grip on my waist tightens.

"Mmmm…that feels so good, baby," I tell him as he groans and speeds up a bit. I'm lost in the sensation of our movement as Jasper moves away and flips me on my back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He smiles, never taking his eyes off mine as he kisses his way down my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans as he goes. He kisses the trail of hair leading to where I want him the most and then places another kiss on my inner thigh before moving to pull my pants off. My erection slams against my stomach, long, hard and throbbing wanting nothing more than Jasper's lips to be wrapped around it.

"You have on too much," I say, noticing through my lust that he's still dressed.

"This is about you, darlin'," he says as he moves to lie between my open legs and grip my cock. He wraps his hand around the base and takes a long lick of the head, making me groan and arch against the pillows. He takes the bulbous head between his lips, sucking it hard before he starts to bob his head up and down my length in time with his strokes. I thrash and moan at the sensations barreling through me while ringing the sheets in my fists. My mind is mush. I can't think. I can only concentrate on breathing while Jasper sucks my cock. A string of curse words leaves me every time licks his way up my length or when he uses his teeth.

God! When he uses his teeth. I fucking love it.

"Oh yes! Baby! Yes! Uh fuck!" I can't say anything else. I can't think anything else. All I see, hear and feel is Jasper's delicious mouth on me. He's driving me insane.

He starts to hum around my dick and I lose it, thrusting up into his waiting mouth while begging him to make me come. He tugs on my balls, massaging them, playing with the skin between while I cry out in pleasure and fuck his mouth. I look up once to see his sexy ass grinding against the bed and excite me to know that he wants a release as much as I do.

I want it. I can feel it and I tell him. One more tug on my balls and one last languid lick from him has me shooting my come down his throat. "Yes! Baby! Yes! Fuck!"

I collapse against the pillows, breathless, as Jasper licks me clean before letting go of my cock and moving up the bed to kiss me on the forehead.

But, tired as I may be, I'm not through yet.

Reaching for his pants, I unbutton while he tries to tell me that he'll handle it and that this was about me, but I'm not having any of it. I have his fly open in no time and my hand down his pants and pulling out his hard cock. I waste no time in leaning forward and taking the seeping head into my mouth and sucking while Jasper yells out, gripping my hair. "Uh fuck! Edward!"

He grips my hair as I take him deeper into my mouth; we switch places as Jasper takes my former position against the pillows while I move to my knees, kneeling between his awkwardly open legs with his jeans wrapped around his ankles, sucking and bobbing on his cock. I want him deeper. I want more. While tugging on his balls, I take him down my throat, deep throating his length while he screams out. "Oooh…Uuhh..fuck, baby…suck me…uuuuhhh!"

It doesn't take long for Jasper to come, since he's already worked up from sucking me off. I pull out all the stops sucking, licking and nipping on his dick until streams of his come is shooting down my throat. He collapses against the pillows and I lick him clean before lying against his thigh, watching as his chest rises and falls with his exhausted breaths.

Teasingly, I ask, "Was that good?"

He looks up at me as if I'm crazy while I try to hide my smirk. He laughs and pulls me up to him. And there, with our pants around our ankles, we doze off.

I wake up with a sheet thrown over me and Jasper seated on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist as he talks on the phone. He ends the call and turns to me as I lie there admiring his strong back and broad shoulders. "Hey, you're up."

"Who was that?"

"I've made reservations for us at the Bull & Bear Steakhouse. It's downstairs," he says, getting up from the bed. I watch as he drops the towel and puts on his underwear. My cock twitches at the sight of his perfectly round ass and I groan. Jasper chuckles but says nothing and I quickly run to the shower when I notice him heading for the suit hanging on a rack. I can't stand the temptation and if we're going to finish this day out right, then I'd better get ready for whatever else he has in store for me.

I jump out of the shower as fast as I'd gotten in and head back to the bedroom while drying out my hair. Having cropped off the sides of it makes it easy for me to handle it now. I no longer had that unruly mess of bronze hair to deal with anymore. Tanya had helped me cut off most of it long ago and I continue with the style she'd given me. I still had some of that messy hair, but it's mostly on top of my head as the sides are always cut low. I love this look. It's easy for me.

Jasper is seated on the bed in a light grey suit accompanied by a white dress shirt with the two top buttons undone and black dress shoes.

"We have to be formal?" I ask, noticing the navy blue suit on the rack out of the corner of my eye.

"A little. But this is mostly me wanting to go the whole nine yards for you," he says, smiling. He's been a lot of that today along with other things such as the hand holding and the kisses in public. I want to ask him if he isn't afraid that somehow his family will find out about this, but I decided in the shower to leave that until dinner.

"Alright then," I tell him, making my way over to the rack ad pulling off the suit.

"You're okay with it?" he asks in a worried tone.

"I'm fine," I tell him in a sincere tone. He sighs and leaves me with a kiss to get dress.

I know I'd overreacted a few times when he tried to do something nice, but it just felt like I didn't deserve it. But not anymore. Watching him today, seeing how happy he is, I want to see him like that all the time and I want to be the one to cause it. He makes me feel like I deserve this. I deserve to be pampered and cared for, but he also makes me feel wanted; like I can help him.

Like I already am. I make him happy.

Once dressed and ready to go, we make our way to the restaurant. Since its in the hotel, it makes our journey easier. We get there and we're shown to our table. I love the look and feel of the place. It's private and the calming ambience is soothing.

The waiter takes our order for appetizers and moves on. I look around, taking in everything. Occasionally, my eyes will fall on Jasper only to find him looking at nothing but me.

"What?" I laugh.

"You're very handsome," he whispers, taking my hand in his.

I blush and look down. "Thank you."

He keeps our fingers entwine and never move away even when the waiter arrives with our order. He eyes our joined hands, but says nothing. Jasper thanks him while staring at me, and only let's go to eat. The question I want to ask finds its way out of my mouth before I can stop it. "Aren't you worried?"

"About?" he questions.

"Your family finding out about today. You and me, even what that waiter might be thinking. Have you been here before?"

He eases back in his chair with a deep chuckle before leaning toward me again. "To be honest, I was nervous this morning. I wondered everything you asked me. But when I got to your place and saw you, all the fear, everything melted away when I looked in your eyes." He smiles. "As for my family, they'll find out one way or the other, but I don't care. The waiter is the least, it doesn't matter to me what he thinks of us," he says, taking my hand again. "In fact, to how long he was looking at you, I was starting to feel a little jealous that this guy was eyeing my date."

It's my turn to laugh, but looking in his eyes I can see that he's serious. "You're jealous over me?"

"You're my boyfriend," he says in a serous tone. "Why wouldn't I be?"

I'm stunned silent by his admittance. I have the words, but his statement has frozen them somehow and they're lodged in my throat as tears fill my eyes.

"What did you call me?"

He realizes what he's said and his eyes grow wide as I wait for him to recant his statement but he doesn't. "I…I said, you're my boyfriend. But, I was wrong not to ask before assuming that. So, Edward Masen, would you be my boyfriend?"

A million thoughts are swirling through my mind. They're many things I can say, but instead, I choose only one, "Yes."

He sighs happily and leans over the table, kissing me in full view of everyone. When our lips part, he sits back down with a smile that could rival the sun.

Our Waldorf salad appetizer leads way to our entrée of Black Angus New York Strip with a side order of buttered mashed potatoes for me, and the Bull & Bear French fries for Jasper. He allows me to select the wine when I ask to, and I go for the Brunella di Montalcino. I know it's a very expensive red wine and when I move to call back the waiter and changed the order to something more affordable, Jasper shoots me a glare making me laugh.

We continue to idly chat while waiting on dinner to arrive. I can't say I've ever felt this comfortable. The only other person that knows this much about me is Tanya. It feels really good to share this Jasper especially after his request to be my boyfriend.

"So you were a nerd then?" he asks after I explain my academicals achievements in high school.

"Yeah, you can say that, but it's mostly with reading," I say with a smile. "To tell you the truth, if I could read books and get paid for it for the rest of my life, I'd be a happy man. But that was then, now, I don't know." I sigh. "I want to do something that helps others; especially teenagers. Something that helps them know that they're not alone; that they can be whatever they want and don't have to feel sorry for it. It's not wrong to want to live and be happy, right?"

"No, it isn't," he says. "So you'd work with teens?"

"And adults, it doesn't matter. I just want to help someone."

"Hmm…" he says with a pensive look etched on his face.

"What?"

"Have you ever thought about social work?"

"I've thought about nothing, Jasper." I smile. "I just know what I want."

"Okay then." He gets this gleam in his eye and it worries me.

"What are you planning?"

His eyes meets mine and he looks deeply into them as he asks, "Would you object if I helped you go to school?"

"I…"

"You wouldn't have to go alone. Tanya could go with you if you want and you guys could finally get to do what you really want to do with your lives," he says, anxiously.

"You can't stop, can you?"

"No." He smiles. "But, babe, I want to help you. I want to help you both. I'll understand if you don't want to, but I want you to know that the offer stands."

"I have to think about it," I tell him. "I'm not saying no, but I have to think about it."

"It's all I ask."

Dinner arrives and we dig in. We continue to chat and I learn a lot about Jasper's job at NYU. Halfway through our meal, I notice that Jasper keeps checking his watch.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to make sure we're on time. I don't want you to miss anything," he says.

"Miss what?"

"The show."

The moment he says that, I know what he's referring to. He's taking me to Broadway.

"I can't believe you," I say with a laugh. "You're unreal."

"No, you are," he tells me. "I never thought I'd have the chance to feel this happy."

I smile at the compliment and we finish up dinner in no time. Jasper pays and tips the waiter and we head out to the car for the evening.

My night couldn't get any better than this.

~~sjfm~~

"Oh my God!" I exclaim as we walk through the door of our suite. "Jasper, that was fucking amazing. Wasn't that amazing?" I can't get over the show. I loved every second of it and I can't shut up about it. Jasper just smiles and lets me talk. He leads me over to the couch and I throw myself down on it, pulling off my shoes and throwing them down as I go on and on about The Lion King.

"Look, I know I must sound like a kid, but you have to understand, it's The Lion King," I say, excitedly.

"You don't. I loved the show too," he says, calmly.

"Loved it?" wasn't it out of this world? Weren't you entertained?" I want to bounce in the seat, but refrain, thinking it would be a bit overboard.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he leans forward and brushes his lips against mine before he whispers, "I was very entertained."

The deep tone of his voice makes my skin tingle. I moan against his lips deepened the kiss, taking his tongue into my mouth as it brushes against my own. I can feel myself moving back against the couch, taking Jasper with me until he's lying flat on top of me. I can feel every muscular plain of his body, deliciously moving along my own and I revel in it. Minutes, hours even are lost as we explore the depths of one another's mouth.

As we lie there learning each other's moans and sighs while our passion grows and our bodies yearn for more, slowly, he reaches up and begins to unbutton my shirt. I push him up off of me and he looks at me questioningly as I break away from his swollen lips. But I make my intention clear when I move to unbutton his shirt too. We both stand and with his hand in mine I lead him to the bedroom.

We stay by the bed and undress each other, kissing every bit of exposed skin; running our hands fervently over each other. Taking our engorged cock in hand and stroking one another's length to completion, we cry out in pleasure while panting in each other's mouth. Our desire peaks, and I don't ever want to stop. Without a spoken word, I climb on the bed lying on my back as I watch Jasper pull out the lube and condom from his pants pocket. He says nothing. He only climbs on top of me and pulls my lips to his. As he coats his fingers with the lube, my lips find his neck, kissing it. Hands roam, and his fingers move to my entrance, preparing me for him. I writhe and thrash at the exquisite feeling. He moves them in and out languidly before picking up speed thrusting them until I start to beg.

"Uh...Jasper, please, I want you in me. Please, I want to feel you inside me." He answers my plea, moving his fingers away. Panting, I watch as he rolls the condom over his cock and coats it with the lube and then moves closer. With a hard kiss, he pushes inside me, my back arching in need. "Oh God, baby, deeper please. Fill me up…oh fuck."

He fills me to the hilt and I groan out in pleasure when he starts to move. The push and pull of our rhythm and the slapping of our skins, is all we hear as we search for the familiar high, that peripheral edge. Jasper's arms are strong as he braces himself above me, driving into me with long, hard thrusts that leaves grunting out for more. "Yes! Fuck, baby, yes!"

"Uh fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, baby, I want to come. I want you to come on my cock," he says, pushing into me harder and faster.

"Just a little more. Yes...baby, right there. Fuck me hard, Jasper." I moan out, but when he hits that spot, when he hits my prostate. I lose it. "Uuhh! Yes! Fuck yes! Baby, yes!"

He doesn't stop. He pulls me to meet his lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangle and dance while he fucks me hard until my body convulsed and my come shoots out of me while Jasper thrusts hard and erratically until he pulls away from my lips shouting his release as his cock pulsates inside me.

Bodies tired. Minds gone, we collapse on the bed, Jasper's breaths matching mine as we try to find our way back to Earth.

We lie there until the stickiness of our mess starts to get to us and he pulls out of me and gets up, making his way to the bathroom. I turn into my pillow tiredly while trying to fight to keep my eyes open.

"Sleep, darlin'," he says as he runs the warm washcloth over me. "We've got a full day tomorrow."

I want to question him but I can't find the strength. Today has been nothing short of amazing. I had my first real date with the man of my dreams and I look forward to more of what life has to offer me with Jasper by my side.

Life can only get better from here.


Next: The boys' second date.