Heat

Jason Morgan and Alexis Davis, canon

Chapter Eleven

December 5th, 2009

Saturday- around 2:30 am

Alexis rode Jason with a frantic intensity. A shaft of moonlight cut over their bodies.

His large, warm, strong hands were massaging her breasts. Her two hands rested behind her body on his thighs.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Mmmmm, Jason."

This is what she had been missing in her world. The powerful feeling that came from knowing she was a sexy woman who a gorgeous, muscle bound guy wanted to fuck so bad that he would take her anywhere she asked on the planet just to get the chance to slide one finger beneath her lacy panties.

And she had let him do much more than that. She let him feast on her. Lick, suck, nibble her breasts till she was slick all over, sweaty, dripping with juices, rubbing her thighs together to get friction in her jeans, and then she let lick, suck, and nibble her sweet, moist folds, thrust his tongue inside of her there, swallow down her cum, kiss her with her taste on his lips.

The way he was hot for her was a major turn on to Alexis. It made her feel as sexy as she used to before everything went off track in her life. Before she lost her confidence in her own sexiness because her ex-husband made a joke of their marriage.

She tried to find this feeling again with Jerry, Floyd, other men she regretted who were better left unmentioned. But she couldn't. Her mind couldn't relax enough with them to totally lose control and she couldn't connect emotionally with them to feel like she did now. Strong. Sexy. Fierce. A woman in all her sensual glory.

It took Jason to give this back to her.

The feel of his manhood- so long and thick- buried deep inside of her was making her wild. And he was just as far gone. His hands on her breasts were increasing their pressure, sending delicious shocks straight to her the center of her where they were joined together.

"Oh, God, Jason!"

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The sound of her crying out in pleasure made Jason want to take over their love making. Want to control their speed and rhythm and make her come over and over until she couldn't even speak.

He flipped her onto her back.

With one smooth stroke he entered her again. For months he had fantasized about her, how it would feel to have himself deep in her heat, surrounded by her sticky wetness, but it was better than any fantasy.

Hotter. Wilder.

Because she never acted like she was unsure that this is what she wanted. Alexis wanted this one hundred percent. She was eager for it. For him. Begging for him to send her over the edge. And that is just what he would do- as many times as she let him.

Stroking slowly, he ground out "That good?"

"So good. So...good....just like that. Yes. Yes. Yes! Ohhhhhh," her words turned into loud, breathy moans.

For a while longer he went slow but watching her beautiful, flushed, hard nippled, body withering beneath him and hearing her moans made him have to speed up their pace. His dick thrust faster and harder into her tight wet heat. She started to lay kisses on his neck and shoulders. Desperately she kissed and sucked on his skin, while digging her nails into him.

He'd bear scratches tomorrow but he didn't care. She could wound his body anyway she wanted just as long as she didn't hold back.

"FUCK! FUCK, FUCK! OHHHHHHHH!"

He couldn't get enough of buttoned up, attorney at law, always in control, Alexis Davis cursing and begging to be fucked.

He started to tense up. Grunts came out his mouth as he got close to coming. The headboard hit the wall loudly over and over. "Alexis. Uhhhh."

She body shook as her orgasm rocked her. Feeling her clutching his dick, Jason couldn't hold back a moment longer and exploded, shooting his cum as he let out a long moan.

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Exhausted, she fell asleep curled against him, her leg thrown over his. When Alexis woke up the next day her eyes fluttered open to see she was alone in bed. Looking at her watch she found it was nearly noon.

It was years since she slept in so late.

Her body felt sore, as she stretched, but it was a sweet kind of soreness that brought a smile to her lips as she remembered the way she got that way. Wrapping a sheet around her she made her way to the master bath, a luxurious room with marble floors, a huge tub with jets, and a steam shower.

Ditching the sheet she climbed into the shower where she found that Jason had left body wash. She let hot water wash over her for twenty minutes and then flipped the shower off, grabbed a towel from the nearby rack, dried off and wrapped it around herself. She grabbed another for her hair and wrapped it up. Then she headed back into the bedroom to find clothes.

Alexis startled at the sight of Jason sitting on the bed, with the TV on. Seeing her he lifted the remote and flipped it off. His piercing blue eyes met hers.

The moment held and lingered.

Her body started to heat up just from the intense, probing, hungry look in his eyes. But there was more than just lust there. She saw concern.

This morning after stuff could be complicated. Alexis let out a short breath.

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He had to fight the urge to not peel off his jeans and t-shirt and climb into the shower with her. Jason didn't want to assume anything though.

Alexis had been going back and forth about them in her mind before their trip to Aruba. Was she back to being unsure?

After the way they connected last night he didn't want to take five steps back. But that would be her call. Jason couldn't force her to feel comfortable. Or to be as into him as he was into her.

"Hey," he said.

"I could have used someone to wash my back. But, I suppose, there's always tomorrow morning."

A small grin tugged on his lips.

She looked around and then asked "My luggage? Still in the foyer? If I remember correctly we got distracted before we unpacked."

"I brought it up. Check the closet."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

He watched her go over to the large walk-in closet and disappear inside. He decided to give her privacy to dress. But as he was heading for the door he saw her drop the towel.

Jason froze. His eyes worked from head to toe over her slightly wet, trim, gorgeous body. The towel around her hair went next. She used it to dry her hair further and then dropped it.

He swallowed hard.

She was turned away from him. He really should leave and let her change without an audience.

He said "I'm going to go make some breakfast." His tone had this glint of determination. He made his feet head for the hall but his eyes stayed on her.

She looked over her shoulder. "You could do that or you could join me in that huge shower in there in about twenty minutes....or thirty....you decide. I'm willing to compromise on that point."

Ripping off his shirt, he headed for the closet. Off went his shoes. Soon she was in his arms, he was lifting her off the ground, and their mouths were meeting in a torrid kiss.

She was so damn sexy that he couldn't even think about anything but fucking her. It had been that way since he first snuck a peek down her blouse. Each day she filled up his head more.

Now that Jason knew just how good it was with Alexis he wondered how'd he ever get back to his old life- back to work and dealing with his responsibilities- because the day was not long enough to get all that done and also spend at least four hours buried inside of her too.

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He ended up turning her around to face the wall, kissing her neck, rubbing her clit and slipping his fingers into her, as his other hand massaged her breast roughly until she was gasping with breathless pleasure and telling him "Find a condom now."

When he stepped back she immediately missed the warmth of his body pressed to hers. On shaky legs she left the closet, climbed onto the bed and got on her knees and elbows.

She heard a low moan escape Jason's lips and the next thing she felt was him getting on the bed. He leaned over her- his hard, thick, erection brushing her ass- and nibbled on her earlobe. He breathed out "This how you want it?"

"Mmmm-hmmm."

"How bad?" He licked at her ear.

"I'm aching for you. Take me, Jason. Fuck me from behind."

Straightening he took himself in his hands, as she looked back at him, and then she watched as he slid himself into her. Bliss rippled through her body as he slowly filled her. Grabbing her hips he started a rhythm. "Oh, yeah, Alexis," he groaned in a low throated voice.

For long minutes he thrust deep into her until her moans and words were running together in a stream. "Ohhhhh, fuck, ohhhhhhh, yes, fuck me like that, ohhhhhhhh, God, Jason! JASON! OHHHHHHHH!"

She felt so right. Tight, hot, slick, perfect. Just like he liked. She felt like she was made for his dick.

Seeing Alexis like this- in a wild, out of control, frenzy of lust- had him speeding up his strokes.

When he slipped his hand around her and worked her clit, she squealed in a way he had never heard before, and that sent him into a bucking, hard orgasm. She screamed his name and started to come too.

"JASON!"

He was getting real used to her doing that. And he liked it.

God, how he was liking fucking her. So much so that he thought he should buy this beach house in Aruba so he could bring her here any weekend she could get away and fuck her for two days straight each time.

They ended up collapsing on their stomachs on the bed, both wearing smiles, and completely out of breath. Turning her head to look at him, Alexis asked "Can you remind me why I thought this was a bad idea?"

Jason just chuckled.