Chapter 10

Cameron was tucked in and dropping off to sleep as they shut the door.

They locked eyes a second before they locked lips. Elizabeth was soon pressed against the wall, baby monitor in hand.

"Careful, careful," she whispered, "Gotta keep the noise down."

They disengaged and bolted down the hall, stripping off clothing, Liz laughing, Jason smiling and chasing after her.

The got to her room and closed the door.

"You got your figure back," he said, moving closer to her.

"Go pilates," she said, laughing, putting her arms around him. But then mischievously, she pushed away and jumped on the bed. "Jason, it's been two years. I've only been… Well, you know, taking care of things myself."

He advanced, joining her on the bed. He crawled up to be closer to her.

"You're not alone."

"You went two years with out sex?"

"Don't sound so incredulous. You did it."

"I had a baby."

"So did I. Just in my head, mind you. But I thought about Cameron," he said, moving in, putting his arms around her, "And you. I would think about our time together…"

She pulled his face closer, pressing her lips to his. They made out like teenagers. Naked, sweaty, lust-filled teenagers.

She could feel him harden against her thigh.

Jason was sweating a bit.

"Might be fast the first time," he said, taking a deep breath.

"How many times are you planning on?"

"As many as you can handle."

"Okay, no more talking" Liz said

Liz began to move her hands down his neck toward his very impressive abs.

Her hands continued down towards his manhood, as she wrapped her hands around him, he seemed bigger than before. As she began to caress him, he grabbed her wrist.

"If you keep that up, this will be over before it starts" he said with a smiled

"It'll make the next time last longer."

Jason gave in and let go of Liz's wrist. She gently pushed him on his back. She massaged her hands back down his body, stopping to touch and play with his nipples, teasing them until they became hard. She moved down to his formerly mention god-like abs, when she was there she traveled down to his magnificent penis. Liz Gently took his rock hard cock into her hands, and like a sculptor works with clay began to memorize the texture and the shape of it. It was like silk drawn tight over and steel rod. Liz very hesitantly touched her tongue to the tip then waited for Jason's reaction.

When Elizabeth's tongue touched him so intimately it felt like all the breath and left his body. When he looked down into her passion filled eyes, he thought, 'God, I think I love this woman.' Then he gently placed his hand on the back of her head giving her the universal sign to continue.

Liz accepted his invitation to continue, and began to lick his shaft like a Popsicle.

She tentatively allowed the head to enter her mouth, never having performed this act before she wondered if she was doing right, then she decide not to worry about it and just go with the feeling.

She slid her mouth over him, suction making him groan. She kept to a steady pace until he was panting and praising the Lord.

"Oh, my God, Elizabeth," Jason yelled, "I'm going to..."

Jason tangled his hands in Liz's hair, fingers tightening as he got closer to orgasm. He shuddered, his back arching, pushing farther into her mouth. Liz put a hand on his stomach to still him. When the last spasm ran through his body Jason pulled Liz up and kissed her.

"I promise never to be that quick again, but now it's your turn."

"I like that plan."

Jason leaned in and kissed her passionately. Long and lingering. Fingertips touching her face, gliding down her neck, swirling around her tight nipples. She swelled at his touch, thinking about his hands and fingers, how his tongue would feel, his mouth, taking her breasts.

He didn't keep her waiting long. His lips followed his hands. He licked a trail from her neck to her breasts, laying kisses and light bites along the way.

The next sensation Elizabeth felt was Jason's mouth closing over her nipple, suction making her gasp. She felt his fingers trail from her hips to between her legs. She was overwhelmed with feeling, the rough, wet heat of his tongue. The circular motion of his fingers, touching her center.

Then he stopped, and Liz cried out.

"Shh," was all he said.

His mouth moved away from her breasts, kissing down the middle of her body, down, down, down until he was kissing her at her core. His tongue moved and manipulated, his fingers teased and delighted. Liz could hardly keep from calling out his name. And then she wondered why she was holding back.

"Jason," she said thickly, "Ah, God, Jason."

Liz felt her body tighten in a way she had been long denied. She clawed at the sheet, then bringing her hands to Jason's head. He laid his hands on her thighs to keep her pinned to the bed as her body bucked under him.

"Jason!" she yelled, "Yes, oh my God, Jason!

She moaned and cried out as her orgasm moved through her. She felt it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, the heat, the frantic need to scream her joy to the world.

Jason eased back and watched her, caught in the throes of her passion. He slid up her body, breathing in her ear, "I need to be inside you, Elizabeth."

She opened her eyes, taking in the crystal blue orbs.

"I want you now, Jason. Inside me."

She pulled a condom from under the pillow.

"You're industrious," he said, smiling, putting it on.

"I had time to get ready."

All words stopped when he pressed inside her. His mouth sought hers, their mouths sharing the same expression as their bodies.

Their hands roamed each other, teasing, touching, caressing.

They built a steady rhythm, Liz meeting Jason's body thrust for thrust. She wrapped her leg's around his body, pushing her deeper, filling her completely.

There were long plays of movement, Jason changing stroke and position, the feel of him inside her. He pulled her legs up to her chest, arching over her, redoubling his efforts, he groaned and yelled her name. She stretched her legs out until they were resting in the bend of his arms, panting, screaming.

Then the grinding, thrusting, pounding, plunging, driving force of their bodies left them covered in sweat and calling out together.

Vaguely, Liz could hear something, someone was shouting, "Jason! Yes, God, Jason, please!"

"Come on, Elizabeth, come on, baby!" he cried. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

They kissed, joined together, orgasming as one.

It took a while for Jason to regain the power of thought. When he did he realized that Liz was crushed under him. But when he moved so she could breathe, she pulled him back.

Before they could bask in the glow of their love-making, there was a loud noise from the baby monitor.

Liz sighed and said, "A mommy's work never ends."

Jason pressed her back to the bed.

"I think we woke him up," Jason said, pulling on his boxer briefs.

"No!"

"Yes, you scream loud enough to wake the dead," he smirked heading for the door.

"Me?! You were right there with me, mister!" she called to his back.

She whispered to herself, "I'm loud? He's loud. I think I'm deaf in my left ear…"

Soon the noise from the baby's room stopped and Jason joined her in the bed.

"Loud?" she asked.

"Very loud," he said. "We may have to sound proof the bedroom and upgrade the baby monitor."