A/N: Okay guys, so I know it's been a while since this updated, but I've been donating chapters to various fandom causes. This chapter was my contribution to Fandom 4 Autism, chapter 4 was written for Fandom 4 Special Olympics, and chapter 5 was donated to Fandom 4 Vets. Chapters 4 and 5 will post as soon as the posting date for each fandom cause comes, and then I will also be writing/donating chapter 6 for Fandom 4 LLS.

Special thanks to Massy for prereading and for keeping me from using the term flesh flute...

Now…on with the show…

BPOV

Dinner can't end quickly enough; the entire meal a taunting reminder of the power Jasper and his magical voice have over my body. Stupid, orgasm inducing chicken.

The waitress makes her way over to the table asking if we'd like to see a dessert menu.

"NO!" I say a little too loudly. "I mean, no thank you. We'd just like the check please."

The waitress looks at me like I've just escaped out of Bellevue while Jasper just snickers into his napkin.

"A bit eager to leave are we?" He asks me after she leaves.

"What? Oh…no…I mean…" I trail off. I'm not exactly sure what to say. I mean, there is no real tactful way for me to tell him I want out of this restaurant so we can go someplace so he can fuck me so hard up against a wall my body will leave an impression in it.

"I don't know about up against a wall Darlin', but hopefully the bed will suffice…at least tonight anyway…the wall can wait for another night," He whispers before turning towards our approaching waitress and handing her his credit card to pay the bill.

I just stare at him slack jawed…I really need to work on the whole keeping my thoughts inside my head thing. My mouth is seriously going to get me in trouble.

"Mmm…I'm sure that pretty mouth of yours can do more than just get you in trouble Bella, but for now why don't you close it as the one thing I would like to put in it is inside my pants right now and I don't think the people in this restaurant are looking for that kind of show."

See what I mean… T.R.O.U.B.L.E.

Once Jasper gets his card back, he tucks it into his wallet, and we head outside.

"So…" Jasper says. "My place or yours?"

"Well, I'm out on Long Island, so we'd have to take the train," I explain.

"I think that might be best. I have a roommate…who doesn't really understand what privacy means," Jasper tells me.

"My place it is then."

We make our way towards Penn Station, walking hand in hand, and I can't help but notice how right it feels for us to be together.

Once inside the station, Jasper buys his ticket and we make a run for Track 16 so we can catch the train that's leaving in five minutes. We make it on board just as the doors close behind us and plop down into our seats laughing and out of breath.

The train ride is quiet and there aren't many people in the car with us after the stop in Jamaica.

Suddenly, Jasper grabs my iPod out of my bag and starts looking through it.

"Let's just see how many of my books you have on here…"

I try to grab it back from him but it's no use.

I watch as he scrolls through my playlist and puts the earbuds in his ears. He pulls me back into him, his arms wrapped around me, and his chin resting on my shoulder as he starts whispering to me, his hands wandering all over my body, caressing me and setting me on fire. It only takes me a moment to realize he's reciting one of his recordings to me…

In and out Darren's chest heaved as Moira watched him sleep late into the night, wanting him, wishing he would wake and want her too. She slides the sheets off her plump form revealing her lace gown, erect nipples peeking through the netting, her full breasts visible underneath. A familiar throbbing continues to heat her thighs. Moira leans toward Darren, placing her lips against his, allowing them to linger a moment. Pulling away, sleep is still with him. Moira rises, her bare feet touching the chilled hardwood floor of their bedroom. Sliding into her silk robe, she closes the bedroom door as she heads towards the winding staircase to the kitchen.

The moon's gleam rising from the lake's surface catches her eyes. Sliding open the glass doors, Moira stands in the cool night breeze. Her lace gown rises and falls against her thighs, her hair gently dances at her sides, and her nipples are throbbing from the chill. Walking through the moist grass, Moira's heartbeat quickens. Tall dark shadows surround the lake as a rosy mist rises from its glassy surface. The moon's glow captures her desires, and her robe slides from her milky white shoulders, landing on the chilled earth. Soft lace ribbons dance in the cool breeze. Taking them into her hands, Moira releases their grip on her gown. Lace slowly falls from her pale skin, cupping her full mounds as shivers run through her body.

Turning to glance back at the house, all is quiet. Drawn to the glassy water, Moira shivers as the soft skin of her thighs is surrounded by the lake's cool embrace. Her hair cascading down her sides, breasts firmed and throbbing from the cold water, the chill relaxes her needs. Moira's body is dripping of cool water, her raven locks lying as a shadow over her breasts as her fingers caress her hardened nipples. A soft moan escapes her lips as her fingers roam the curves of her form, and shivers spread as her hips are touched, a warming heat rising from the paradise between her thighs. Moira's fingers enter slowly, parting her lips, teasing the heat and knowing the pleasures that await her. Her hips sway with every movement, soft moans escape as her other hand caresses the swollen, pebbled nubs on her breasts. A twig snaps from behind, causing Moira to turn abruptly, her cheeks flushed and body shivering, when she sees him.

A figure, hands crossed over a heaving chest, leaning against a large oak tree, staring at her. For a moment she watches him, admiring his build. His piercing eyes gaze over her form. A smile spreads across her face as her body relaxes and turns fully toward the figure, as she softly caresses her nipples and licks her fingertips, sucking her juices from them. Her eyes locked on his. Her body beckons him. A smile spreads across his face, watching her tease him. The hardness of his passion is apparent. Slowly drawing closer to Moira, a shiver runs through his body as his feet enter the cold water. Smiling, she moves closer, touching his chest with dripping fingertips as his hands grasp her arms, pulling her to him.

The soft chilled flesh of her mounds presses firmly against him, and a flush grows in Moira's cheeks as their breathing deepens. Lifting herself to his lips, she kisses him gently, letting her tongue linger, tracing his lips, teasing him. Pulling away, a smile surfaces as she kisses his neck, working her way down his chest. Her body gleams in the moon light, pale, dripping of cool water. Sliding his boxers off, Moira reveals his love muscle and places soft kisses on his thighs as his fuck rod grows harder. Gently laying her lips upon his tip, Moira caresses him with soft flesh, letting her tongue explore his length, her teeth testing his resiliency. Her hands caress his buttocks, relishing in its firmness as her knees press into the sand, hearing him moan as every muscle in his body flexes.

Moira stops as his cream begins to flow. Rising, her eyes catch his as a fingertip encircles his tip. Placing his essence between her lips, her arms embrace him as he deeply captures her lips. Lowering her to the sand, he gently parts her thighs, softly caressing her lips finding the pleasure residing within her lady flower. Moans escape Moira's mouth as her hips rise from the moist sand, her nipples throbbing as he continues to explore her velvet purse as she begs for his mercy. Smiling, he takes a nipple into his mouth allowing his tongue to roam over it, teasing it with his teeth. As Moira climaxes she grasps his arms as he slowly enters her, pulling and pushing his sex stick in and out, teasing her. Moira's legs surround his waist as his thrusts become deeper. Mouthing her swollen nipples, moans shatter the silence as he plunges deeper into her womanly cave. Moira's hips rise to capture his full length, kisses cover her lips as their fingers interlock, and her cheeks blush as his whispers catch her ears, her juices flowing in a warm river as she reaches her climax.

Jasper's hands touch me everywhere but where I want and need him to. I'm so worked up I'll be surprised if there isn't a wet spot on my pants and my seat when I get up, and I don't even realize when he's finished speaking until I feel him nuzzling against my neck and placing soft, gentle kisses along my jawline.

I want to be angry at him but all I can focus on is that if this is what he's able to do without actually touching me, I can't wait for him to fully get his hands on my body.

I must have really been in a lust induced haze because I don't even notice that we're already standing outside my front door.

"How'd we get here?"

"Well, you kind of seemed a bit distracted so I checked your wallet for your address and told the cab driver where to go."

"Oh…you didn't have to do that. I'm in walking distance to the train station."

"Yeah, I noticed that when we got here two minutes after we got in the cab."

I can't help but giggle a bit at the cab debacle as I fish my keys out of my purse and unlock the door, turning off the alarm once we're inside.

Neither of us say anything for a moment, and then Jasper breaks the silence with the words I've been dying to hear since dinner started.

"So," He says, a devilish smirk spread across his face. "How about that dessert?"

A/N: Yes…about that dessert…Dessert will be cumming *gigglesnort* soon… Leave me a review and let me know your thoughts.