Okay, there is going to be one more chapter, probably for later tonight. I hope you enjoy this next piece, and I promise, much more is to come... But I had to break it up, or I think I did, it should explain itself, when I post the next chapter later tonight, if I can get it wrote... Hope you enjoy, and be forewarned, this chapter is bordering on STEAMY!!! LOL (Rated, NC-17)

Chapter Thirty-three

Jason had been tempted on more than one occasion, to leave the bathroom and see what Elizabeth's reaction to everything had been, but he forced himself to remain still. Tonight was about her, just because he longed to see her beautiful face, was not a reason to blow the surprise.

So he sat there, fidgeting, wondering when exactly he had picked up her nervous habits, a rare smile graced his face. She really was changing him. Carly would claim it was for the worse, but he didn't see it that way, he couldn't. He couldn't remember the last time that he had been so happy, or felt so free. Yes darkness loomed on the horizon, but that was another day's problem. What mattered was the here and now, and as his pulse kicked into overdrive, Jason realized, she was standing on the other side of the door. It was like an electrical shock coursing through his system, whenever she got close, he knew it. It was almost as if her soul was tugging at his, alerting him to her presence, or vise versa, whatever it was, it was a miraculous feeling, for it started in your mind, then worked it's way through your body, to the heart and then passed lower to all other extremities. He was almost always in a state of constant arousal, and it was all because she could light his soul on fire and make him dream.

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Elizabeth breathed deeply, her body yearning for a sweet release, but also wanting to engrave this moment and the one before, on her heart and mind. Nothing could go wrong, this night was about them and if what awaited her on the other side of the door was even half of what she was currently imagining, then, there was no doubt, tonight was going to supersede every night ever before.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, but quickly dropped it. There was no need to alert him to her presence, because, like her, they knew when the other was near. So a passion induced sigh, Elizabeth turned the knob and went in.

She no sooner cracked the door than she smelled the sweet scent of jasmine and vanilla. Music began as she pushed the door further open and as Jason's form came into view, she had to stifle a wanton moan of sheer all-encompassing desire.

He had yet to touch her, but she could feel the depth of his stare on her body, the way it traversed her from top to bottom, taking in every curve and memorizing each body part, almost as if cataloging what he planned to do with each body part.

"Hi…" Elizabeth said, her voice barely above a whisper, her voice betraying her, but her eyes saying everything that needed to be said.

"Hello." Jason replied, slowly standing. He walked towards her, placed a gentle chaste kiss to her lips, then gently closed the door.

He turned her around, so she was facing away from him, with gentle but nimble fingers, he slowly removed her coat, hanging it from the hook, on the back of the door.

She went to turn around, but Jason's hands held her firmly in place. He knelt down, removing each shoe and placing those to the side. As he stood up, he allowed his warm breath to caress her fabric covered skin.

Facing her, with infinite slowness, he unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time. His lips tracing the skin as he exposed it.

With her shirt complete undone, he gently removed the garment from her porcelain skin. A midnight blue bra obscured his view, but he knew there was time, slowly, with much patience, almost reverence, he moved behind her, gently nipping at her shoulders, then soothing with heated kisses, enflaming her skin. After minutes of attention to her back and shoulders, Jason returned to her front, placing kisses along her firm and flat stomach. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat, right there, below his splayed hand, their child grew.

Moving even slower than before, Jason undid the button, then the zipper on her jeans, allowing the material to slip from her hips and pool at her feet. As he lifted each leg to allow her to step out of her jeans, he held on a little longer, trailing kisses down her inner thighs and behind her knees.

She stood before him, neither saying a word, her midnight blue undergarments the only thing left, obscuring his view. Ever so softly, he allowed his hands to glide from her calves, up her thighs and once finding the prize, allowed his fingers to grip the satiny material and slowly, inch by excruciating inch, pulled the material down her shapely legs.

Her hands twined in his hair, dragging him closer to her body, but at the same time, pushing him away.

Jason moved up her lithe body, his hands and lips his only guide, for his eyes were closed, delighting in every sensation that she pulled from him, and she did it, without ever laying a hand on him.

His hands snaked around behind her, deftly unclasping her bra, he slid it down her arms and laid it with her other clothes. Now she stood before him, in all her naked glory. Clothed she was a Goddess, but unencumbered by restraining clothes, she was even more beautiful. The candles painted a warming glow upon her skin, her eyes caught the firelight and reflected it back, illuminating her sapphire orbs, making them sparkle and shine.

Still they stayed quiet, neither wanting to break the spell that had been cast. He led her to the tub, helped her to settle into the bubbly mass, as he took up position behind her, on the lone chair that graced the room.

Jason's hands dipped into the water, fleetingly touched the swell of one breast then moved his hands to her shoulders.

Her hair had been swept up before leaving that morning and had remained secured. Now Jason's hands tended the flesh and muscles of her neck and shoulders, gently massing the days stress and activities away. For ten minutes he devoted his sole attention to her beautiful shoulders and regal neck, drawing contented moans from deep within her.

Jason pulled the clip that restrained her chestnut curls, allowing them to escape the confines, then he grabbed the ceramic pitcher from the counter, filled it with fresh water and gently poured it over her hair, dampening her locks, turning them from light chestnut to almost dark mahogany. His fingers worked with precision, massaging her head, turning her form into a gelatinous mass.

As she lay there, delighting in his ministrations, Elizabeth snacked upon the feast that sat before her. Dipping strawberries in the fondue pot that kept the chocolate warm and free flowing. Grapes she popped into her mouth, delighting in the freshness of the cornucopia of fruits set out before her. Before Jason finished with the massage, she had managed to eat a good portion of the delectable treats.

Moving the treats out of the way, Jason offered her his hand and helped her to stand. Standing behind her, he first grabbed the body polishing scrub and with gentle hands worked every inch of flesh, electrifying each nerve anew, he rinsed her off and then he grabbed the bath sponge, lathering it with vanilla scented body wash. He spent over an hour washing her body, when he was done with her lower half, he helped her back into the water. Fresh water, lacking bubbles awaited her, so as she sat there, Jason finished the cleansing, then moved on to her beautiful hair. He grabber her shampoo and worked the soap lather into her locks, always careful to not tangle or knot it, as best he could. Next he conditioned her hair, taking the same painstaking time, delighting in the sheer enormity of the situation. With every move of his hand, he was drawing from her a heady moan. Reaching for the pitcher again, Jason slowly washed the conditioner from her hair and only then did he allow a small distraction. His lips found her, it was meant to be a sensual kiss that was quick, but her hands tangled in his hair, only to change course and trace down his muscular back. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he slowly extricated himself from her welcoming embrace.

He took her hand and helped her from the tub, with her dripping form standing so near, Jason was once again, very aware of how much she affected him. Quickly turning away from her glorious form, Jason grabbed the bottle of lotion that sat beside the tub, the same lotion she used every time she stepped out of the bath. Instead of using the towel to dry her off, he used his mouth and his mouth enjoyed the pleasures of her skin, then when he could take no more, he gently soothed the lotion into her skin, not missing a single spot.

He gently ensconced her lithe form in the new robe, the sapphire satin, looking amazing upon her pale skin.

Her hand quickly found his and together they left the bathroom for the bedroom, still no words were spoken, at least not those that were vocally heard. Their hearts and souls were speaking a whole new language.

Jason's obvious arousal was drawing her attention away from his ministrations. He wanted to spend the entire night showing her what an amazing woman she was, but as she noticed his arousal, she suddenly took control of the situation, quickly divulging him of his unnecessary clothes.

This time it was her lips traversing his body, delighting in every muscle and the firmness pressed alluringly against her breast.

Trying to find some semblance of control, Jason cleared his throat, trying to speak. "Eliz…..abeth…. tonight is about you-----and making-----you feel------everything!"

"Nonsense, I love the fact that you want to pleasure me and make me feel so loved, but do you not know, that your pleasure, pleasures me. Give and take, I love you and sharing the joys of our sexual appetite and the sensations it creates, is compounded a million times when you and I share in the same sensations. Don't get me wrong, I could handle this on a daily basis. But you are not going to deprive me of my obsession with your heavenly body!" Elizabeth said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Those were the last words heard for a very long time, unless you count the unarticulated moaning and the breathy purrs, the drawn out hiss of their names being passed from one another's lips, the silent conversation between their heart and soul.

Elizabeth led Jason to the bed, but there, Jason gently moved her to lay upon the bed. Her robe still covering some of her, but the folds had fell open, revealing her tantalizing skin.

Bracing his weight on his knees and arms, Jason slowly moved down her body. Taking one rose kissed nipple in his mouth, nibbling and pulling, then laving it with his tongue. With each ministration, her body conformed more to his, seeking greater contact, but denied by his set course. From one nipple to the other he moved, paying special attention to her harden buds. With infinite slowness, he once again moved down her body.

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