CHAPTER 17

A NOT SO LAZY SUNDAY BRUNCH – after 6x01

The next day, Mandy woke up very late – at least for her – it was around 1100 hours. Neither her nor Jason had moved much during their sleep, because she woke up exactly at the same position as she slept, and even she drooled on Jason's chest a little bit. She quickly cleaned the little pool of drool with the sheets. Jason was snoring, all stretched out in his dark green boxers, and now she could really notice that the white polka dots were actually little white ships. Dear God, are all this man's boxers Navy themed?, Mandy thought. After all, his other boxers had tridents. Like Bravo tridents. He must have found those online.

She got up and went to the bathroom to pee, comb her hair, wash her face, and brush her teeth. Obviously, it doesn't matter how much of a feminist you are, guys still believe that women wake up with the breath of a fairy that chews mint overnight.

She got out and Jason was still sleeping. She wasn't actually too hungry, and it was so late that she didn't even know what kind of food she would want to eat. Or Jason. Brunch maybe? It was Sunday, after all.

Truth is, she wasn't used to being a couple, plan as a couple. And she definitely didn't plan to be there that day. She had to get to work the next day, so she wanted to enjoy the hours she had with Jason before leaving. It was a gorgeous day outside, they could go to the beach, take a walk. Out of nowhere, her mind wandered to Clay and his new condition as an amputee. How it was a life-changing thing, nobody could denial that. He would pull through, she knew, but Seals were very physical guys, and to go from there to learning basic things like to walk again, would be shocking. She felt like a huge hand squeezed her heart.

Jason woke up with the bedroom quite dark, so he had no idea for how long he slept. The blinds were closed, so he checked the time at his cellphone and it was a little past noon. He was used to sleeping at odd hours, and for long times to recover from hard ops, but it had been years since he slept for such a long time all at once. Right away he noticed that Mandy was up, and he cleaned a drool from his mouth. He stretched and felt an instant pain on his shoulder; he forgot about his wound and moved it. He sat on the bed, looking for Mandy, and didn't find her anywhere. He didn't even know what day of the week it was, he was quite lost. He called her and nobody answered, so he went to the bathroom and her things weren't on the counter; he didn't see her bag anywhere as well. He instantly felt like someone slapped him on the face, because he was wide awake with the feeling that Mandy went back to her place and didn't even bother to say goodbye. Or she said goodbye and he didn't remember because of his TBI? He didn't know which option was worse.

He sat on the couch, devastated, and only a minute later Mandy got into the apartment.

"Hey, sleeping beauty" she opened a wide smile, but then noticed he was looking miserable there, sunk in the couch, hands on his head. "Are you okay? Something wrong with Clay?" she asked, worried. But his face was clearing and he was smiling. Maybe he just had a headache from his TBI.

"Hey… where did you go?" he tried to hide how his face must've lightened up when he saw her coming in, wearing a dress that resembled a shirt, at knee length, with thin stripes in the colors white and baby blue. She looked beach-y and effortlessly chic, and her hair was disheveled and wavy.

"Oh, you didn't get my text? I'm sorry, I couldn't find any pen to write you a note. I went to the beach for a bit, I'm up for an hour or so, and didn't want to wake you"

Jason got up from the couch, moaning when he forgot and moved his wounded shoulder again. "Oh, I just saw the time, didn't read the messages. That's ok". He was really happy she was there, but he kissed her on the cheek so she wouldn't feel his breath. After all, he did sleep for more than half a day. Only then he noticed she had some black and silver bracelet on her wrist, with a number on it, it was like one of those you receive when you get in some club, but fancier. "What's that?"

Mandy looked at it and didn't quite know how to explain it. "Oh that? Nothing really. I was passing in front of a place by the beach nearby while walking and a maître approached me. And he offered me to know the place. I told him I didn't have time and he put the bracelet on me just in case I wanted to come by later. They are serving brunch there today".

Jason knew exactly which restaurant was that. It was a really famous place that people said that had amazing food but relaxed atmosphere, and very exclusive. He knew that because when he was with Natalie she always wanted to go there and it had a long waiting list, so much as she put her name on it and until they broke up the restaurant never called her. Obviously Jason wasn't going to mention that to Mandy. "Yeah, I know the place" he just said, cautious.

"Really? So… what do you want to do? We could go there if you want to, or maybe we could walk at the beach and look some place else there? It's a gorgeous day, and I'm really really hungry Jace", Mandy almost pleaded. She only had tea and her stomach was glued to her back by now.

"Sure, you know what, I'll put on some clothes and we'll walk there and see our options, huh?" Jason smiled at her, he was starving as well.

"Ok! And you don't mind? I mean, are you really up for it? Because of what happened to Clay, and the day we had yesterday… do you prefer eating in?" Mandy was actually surprised that Jason would want to go out of the house, she thought he would be moody and depressive.

Jason blinked, leaning on the shelf. "Yeah, I know. I'm still sad because of Clay. But last night I remembered everything our team went through, and the surgeries Clay had to go through. When I saw him at the hospital he was pretty much telling his last wishes to me, you know?" Jason crossed his arms, and his eyes were filling with tears. He blinked again. "When I heard he lost his leg, it was devastating, but honestly I was thinking that he had died when Sonny called me. It kills me that he would probably never be able to ride with Bravo again. But at least he'll still be around with us".

Mandy understood, and came closer to Jason. "Yeah. I felt so sad about him when I woke up. But at the same time the fact that his life is out of danger was such a relief. And I know he'll pull through this. I'm so hopeful for him, and the day is so beautiful, that instead of feeling sad for him, I could just see all of the future he has to live: watching his son grow, being with Stella, even walking at the beach" Mandy's eyes were filled with tears now too, and her hopeful face filled Jason's heart with joy. It was so distant from how sad she was feeling over her last months with the CIA.

Jason hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "U-hum. I'll get ready in a minute and we'll enjoy the day a little".

"U-hum. Don't forget to brush your teeth", Mandy teased, and Jason laughed at her. Damn it.

…

Jason and Mandy walked by the beach, soaking up the sun, and passed by a couple of nice places to eat, but the instant they passed by that fancy restaurant they were engulfed by the amazing smell of seafood, eggs, and steaks, and good relaxing music. And it was full, but not crowded. Mandy didn't say anything to Jason nor looked at the restaurant too much, but he slowed down very interested about the place. It had a vintage vibe to it, like as if they were in a cozy beach place from a traditional family, and Jason instantly knew the food must be amazing.

"Miss Ellis! You're back!" The maître came to greet her immediately, and he looked genuinely happy to see her, not like as if he just wanted to force her to be a customer there. He was nothing like Jason imagined; he thought he would be a french 50 year-old short guy with an accent. Turns out he was a tall tanned australian guy in his mid 30s, the kind that builds up houses from the ground up.

"Hey. Yes, we're just taking a walk, deciding what to eat. And where", Mandy explained to him, obviously trying to sound kind but without committing to eating there. "This is Jason", she introduced him to the maître, after a few long seconds. Too long for Jason's comfort.

The maître looked at Jason up and down, checking his bruised face and wounded arm, still smiling, but obviously without the warmth he had while smiling at Mandy "Oh yes sir. Welcome. My name is Andrew. Do you already know our place?"

"Nah. Didn't have the time. Travel too much. I'm from the Navy. So… you know, Drew." Jason answered, straightening his pose so he would stand taller than Andrew. But they were actually the same height.

"Sure. Well, Miss Ellis has a guaranteed seat here if she wants to. If you want to, you could join her" he told him, with his slow accent, assuming he wouldn't get in there.

"Would you give us a moment? We'll talk" Mandy interrupted him. Jason and Andrew were looking at each other with gladiator eyes. It was getting weird.

On that moment, another tanned guy came in from the tables inside the restaurant, with his hand up, waving. He looked in his 70s and very wealthy, because he was dressed very relaxed and casual but with excellent quality clothes. And he had a Rolex.

"Mandy! Glad you decided to come. Get in, get in", he was obviously an american, probably from NY or DC.

Mandy now opened a wide smile, and they kissed on the cheeks once. "Hi Mr. Henryson. This is Jason. Jason, this is Mr. Henryson, the father of one of my best friends in high school, Monica. And the owner of this place".

Jason shook his hand and immediately liked the guy, he was all wide smile, and was pulling them inside already. "Oh my God, you are big, huh! Jesus Christ Mandy, did you run over him with your car?"

Everyone laughed, except Andrew, that stood there alone in the entrance.

"No sir", Jason laughed, "I'm in the Military. Navy. I'm just back from overseas"

"Oh my God" Mr. Henryson said loudly, dramatically, "An american hero! Finally someone worthy of Amanda's time. You are her boyfriend, right? Or a friend? Fling? How do you call it these days?"

Jason laughed with him, but when the laughter stopped, Mandy didn't say anything and was looking at the tables of the restaurant, pretending she didn't hear the question. Which was impossible, given the pitch of Mr. Henryson's voice.

"I'm her boyfriend" Jason answered, now a bit upset about Mandy's sudden silence.

"Oh, lovely" Mr. Henryson glanced at Mandy, but he was happy with the answer. "Here, I kept this table empty in case you came back, my dear."

Mandy and Jason sat at the table, that was right by the beach but a bit over it, like a deck, with windows all around, so it was like you were standing over the sand, but clean and without too much wind in your face. And still cozy. Mr. Henryson left them and told them he'd call the waiter to get their order on drinks. And to get a bracelet for Jason.

Mandy whispered to Jason, when they were left alone, "I'm so sorry Jason, if you want to go some place else we can, I don't mind telling him we're in the mood for something else, ok? Seriously"

"Why? I like it here. Don't you?"

"I'll probably like it, I love his restaurant at DC. I never came here yet. I think he has it for like 2 years only"

"Then let's stay. Why, is it too expensive?" Jason suddenly realized that in a famous place like that, the food would cost a fortune.

"Don't mind that. You'll get the bracelet too. And probably Mr. Henryson will put your name on The List" she glanced at him, smiling and looking at the small pretty menu on the table. "He looooves american heroes" she added, giggling.

Jason opened a wide smile, excited, "What does the bracelet do? And the list?"

"The sky is the limit, baby. Feast yourself and forget your wallet at home", Mandy answered, without taking her eyes off the menu.

Jason immediately thought it was a great idea leaving their place that day. And he was loving that Mandy had friends outside of the CIA that took care of her like that. Mr. Henryson obviously liked her very much. And that Drew guy too, he thought, grumpy.

Jason glanced at the menu and it had multiple options, it was a brunch special menu, so any option would come with multiple plates, and all seemed delicious, he couldn't choose. Mandy ordered a mimosa to the waiter, and Jason a beer.

…

They spent a few hours at the restaurant, drinking and eating some of the best dishes that Jason had in his life. And the fact that it was all for free, made them taste much better. When they were almost exploding, Mr. Henryson came back to chat a little and see if they liked the menu, if there was something they didn't like or what. He was always going around a few tables, being kind to the customers. Jason liked his vibe.

"So now tell me, how is it that you two love birds meet?", he asked. Jason wasn't sure, but Mr. Henryson was sounding gayer by the minute.

"We used to work together, for years" Jason answered, and only after that he noticed Mandy's stare.

"Oh, one of the NGO's you work is linked to the Navy?" Mr. Henryson asked Mandy, a bit confused.

"Yeah. We accompanied some of their missions overseas, and they helped us in humanitarian missions", Mandy professionally lied.

"Oh that is nice. How cute. So you know him for years, huh, Mandy? Interesting." Mr. Henryson made a humming noise and Jason noticed Mandy getting blushed. He turned to Jason, "Did you know that the first NGO where Mandy worked is the one I funded in the name of my late husband?"

"Humm.. no, really?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, he was one of the victims on 09/11" he looked at Jason, emotional. "World Trade Center" he added. Jason imagined his husband was an executive in there or something, and he remembered how Mandy said she was recruited by the CIA right after the attack on 09/11. No wonder she was so eager to fight terrorism.

"I'm so sorry, sir" Jason said sincerely. But Mr. Henryson squeezed his good shoulder "Oh good man, look at you, all beat up and fighting for our country. You're adorable. I thank you for your services and know that you are welcome here whenever you want. I've already put your name on the list, although I'm sure that my crew will never forget your cute face" he smiled, and Jason laughed.

He squeezed Jason's shoulder a little harder now and came closer to his ear, "But if you harm Amanda in any way, I'll drown your face in this hot sand and build my new deck over your body, ok?" he whispered. Smiling the whole time. Jason believed every word he said.

But Jason wasn't intending on harming her in any way, so he smiled at him, "I know you would, sir. And you have nothing to worry about".

...

They lazily walked back to the apartment making their way in the white sand, their shoes on their hands. Mandy was close to the sea and let her feet get wet by the waves, and sometimes stopped to let her feet sink. She was more quiet now.

"This is nice" she muttered. Jason wasn't sure if she was talking about the walk, the waves or his company.

"What is?", he smiled at her, but she was looking at her feet. She just moved her shoulders, slightly. She continued walking, looking at her feet and the sea.

Jason was a bit worried about her silence. She was always a pensive person, but he noticed now that she would have moments of silence that weren't that frequent before her kidnapping. And even though he saw her at Rehoboth every other weekend, he wasn't with her for most days after her rescue, and they've been apart for months until only a few days ago. He knew he had to ask her about her recovery, her PTS, something. He was thinking that maybe now was the time.

But Mandy interrupted his thoughts, "Mr. Henryson really liked you" she said, smiling shyly at him.

"You're right, he really is into soldiers, huh?" Jason laughed. "But he still gave me that classic fatherly threat, and I have to say it was the most creative one I've ever heard".

"What?" Mandy looked at him, with wide eyes. "He threatened you?"

"Calm down Mandy, it was one of those If you hurt her, I'll kill you type of threat. Typical dad-like. Nothing serious. I liked him. He's protective of you." Jason looked at her, and noticed she was looking at her feet again.

"Oh. Yes. He is" she muttered.

A second later, Jason realized that Mandy never met her father, fact that she mentioned to him years ago like it was no big deal. So he imagined that maybe Mr. Henryson was the only one there to potentially threaten Mandy's boyfriends. He tried to change the subject.

"Does your friend Monica know you were CIA?"

She glanced at him, and exhaled. "Hum. Yes"

"Oh", Jason felt nice that she was sharing her real life with someone. "She still lives in NY?"

"She moved to DC with me when we were 17. She was actually my roommate the first year in college too. She was graduating in Art, though".

"Nice. So she still lives in DC?"

"No. She died when she was 20", Mandy answered, looking at the sea.

Jason was shocked by her answer. He never thought that that adorable tanned man was a widower and lost his daughter.

Mandy read his thoughts. "She was killed during a robbery. On the streets, when she was walking with her boyfriend" She turned to face Jason, "The guy got his Rolex and wanted her purse. And her rings. One of them were given by her dad's, Mr. Henryson's husband, designed by him to her, when she was 16. She didn't fight the burglar, but she begged to keep that one, it was golden with some writings in it. The guy didn't like that and shot her". Mandy described the whole action without any emotion, and Jason felt sorry because it was one of those deaths that had no meaning, as Alana's was. It must've hit Mandy pretty hard, specially because her friend was so young. "I'm so sorry, Mandy", Jason could only say.

Mandy blinked. "That's ok. It was a long time ago. I dealt with it. I miss her, though", she admitted.

Apparently, Mandy was always telling stories about her life as if she dealt with it, minimizing their impact on her life. She ignored and overrode a lot, and it was weird Jason seeing someone else doing that besides him. It really was obvious when someone goes through something serious and pretends it didn't hit them.

"I'm sorry to bring you down. This was being a fun day" she smiled at him, affectionate.

"No, Mandy. I like knowing stuff about you", Jason walked to her. She was still with her feet in the icy water. He hovered over her, invading her personal space, and she looked even shorter than him because he was at a higher level in the sand. "You can't talk much about your CIA work before Bravo. But I'd like to know about you and who you were before the CIA. And outside the CIA".

Mandy's eyes filled with water "There's not much to know. CIA was my life".

"No, it wasn't, Mandy. You just didn't have much free time. It was your job and your purpose. But you had a life before, and you have a life now" Jason wrapped his good arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Is that so, Bravo One?"

"Bravo One is on medical leave right now. This is Jason Hayes talking, and very interested to know details about 'High School Mandy'", he grinned.

She laughed at him. "Well, then. What do you want to know?"

"You know, normal stuff. If you were a cheerleader, or a nerd, how many boyfriends did you have, if you had pillow fights with Monica or some other girl friend", he joked.

Mandy laughed. "I was a cheerleader, but not a great one, because I'm not a fan of acrobatic jumps to be honest. I was a nerd, obviously, that's how I got my scholarship for college. Don't remember any pillow fights, sorry. And I kissed three guys in high school, but only dated one guy".

Those answers wore typical Mandy. She was a lot of things combined, definitely. He thought it was cute that she only dated one guy in high school, he imagined some nerd shy guy being bossed around by Mandy in her cheerleader uniform.

"Oh, you probably know him. He plays for the Philadelphia Flyers these days", she mentioned, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

What the fuck, Mandy.

…

"Ok, give me a hint, then" Jason was still insisting that Mandy should tell him who was her boyfriend in high school when they got back from the beach.

"No, Jason, I won't tell you" she said, cleaning the sand from her feet and shoes a little, before waiting for Jason to do the same and open the door with his key.

"Why not?" Jason was gesticulating, exaggeratedly, "This way I'm going to keep wondering with which one of the players of my hockey team, my loving hockey team Mandy, you were all touchy-touchy in high school", Jason was teasing her, but still he seemed to be a lot more irritated by that information than Mandy thought he would be. He opened the door, a bit aggressively.

"Ok, and if I tell you, then what?" Mandy calmly closed the door behind her.

"Then what, what?"

"I'll tell you which one and you'd do what? Picture his hands and lips on me?"

Jason stared at her, "You have got to be kidding me".

Jason wasn't angry at Mandy, at first he was teasing her, a bit irritated yes, but now he was getting angry at himself because he felt a wave of jealousy washing over him.

"I truly hope you are not as jealous as you pretend to be sometimes".

"I'm not", his voice raising an octave, "I'm a normal and reasonable guy showing normal levels of protectiveness towards his girlfriend". His gesticulating was level italian now.

"Some biiig words for a frogman. So you want to know his name, huh?"

"You know what?" Jason gesticulated again, interrupting her. "Don't tell me. I could not care less. What's the past is in the past, right?" He opened a smile, fake as Dubai's islands.

Mandy smiled back at him. She approached him and gave a passionate kiss, moaning. He was left breathless in the end, when she turned, saying "Good. You could find that information online anyways".

You're fucking with me, Mandy. Come on.

…

As soon as Mandy went to the bathroom, Jason immediately grabbed his phone. He couldn't bring himself to google it, though. He easily could, because she told him a couple of times the name of her high school. And he knew that he could find out where the hockey players went to high school and at which year. She was around 17 at 2001, Jason caught himself doing the math, so he was probably around the same age as that. He dropped the phone immediately. These were his idols. His idols, Mandy. It was like he told her that he dated… who? Who were her idols? Jason overheard she and Davis discussing about the hotness of Gerard Butler more than once. Okay, that comparison wouldn't work, it had to be a woman idol. Ok, it wouldn't work.

Oh my God, she slept with him. Definitely. She was a cheerleader and he was a high school athlete, for fuck sake. Jason's jealousy was getting a bit out of hand now.

He's a professional hockey player now. So he's huge. She likes tall, big guys. Taller as me. Bigger than me? This was not good, Jason thought.

"Did you google it?" Mandy was standing by the bathroom door, looking at Jason, that was sitting on the bed, his phone on his lap.

"You're killing me, Mandy" he honestly told her, turning his face at her.

Mandy came closer and could see his angst. "I'm sorry Jace. If it makes you feel any better, after I told you he was on the Philadelphia Flyers, I thought I got it confused with some other team", she said affectionately, but he wasn't believing her at all. "It's just that I thought it was funny how jealous you were and I wanted to tease you a little more".

Jason now was a little more relaxed, but his mind already wandered away picturing Mandy being ravaged by a giant professional hockey player, and he couldn't help it. The insecurity was all over Bravo One's face.

"We never slept together" she muttered, getting on the bed and sitting on his lap, on his shins. "I promise", she told him, sincerely.

Jason exhaled and closed his eyes. Mandy knew it wasn't right, but she was loving how easy she could make him lose control like that. All she had to do was use his t-shirt and talk about her high school years and he would be obsessed about it. And the cuter part is that he tried really hard not to be jealous, or to at least not show it, because he knew she wasn't his 'thing' to be this possessive about. That's what she loved, his struggle. She had seen more than once how dangerous a possessive and jealous guy could be, and she hated it, but in Jason she completely trusted. His jealousy didn't harm her, it just brought insecurity to his ego, and he wasn't used to that. And she kinda liked his big ego.

"I'm leaving soon" Mandy said, softly kissing his bruised face and lips. He opened his eyes. "But if you're being all grumpy, I'm going sooner. I hate driving at night".

He put his free hand on her thigh, firmly grabbing it. Then he put his hand back on the bed.

"Unbutton it" he said, serious, glancing at her dress. He couldn't move one of his hands, so she had to help this time.

She smirked, she really liked it when he was bossy, so she slowly unbuttoned her dress. There were a lot of buttons. But she didn't open the dress. He had to be specific.

"Open the dress, Mandy", he was looking at her eyes, a mixture of danger and resignation in his face.

Yes, Jason was resigned to the fact that she could psychologically torture and kill him in a matter of hours, if she wanted to.

She opened it, slowly, still seated on his legs, that were stretched on the bed. His erection was now completely hard under his khaki cargo shorts. She put the dress delicately on the bed, beside them. He swallowed, hard, keeping her eyes at her face and body, not moving an inch. Because she was wearing white silk underwear.

She was wearing white fucking underwear, Jason thought, and yet they were so hot on her. They were absurdly delicate, small, and that silky shine was making her look angelical; but it was that what made them sexy. He reminded of a famous picture of Marilyn Monroe and actresses from the 50s wearing something similar.

"Take them off. All of it, Mandy", he continued guiding her strip tease. Mandy was liking it a lot, because she hummed a little as she opened her bra on the back. To take her panties off, Jason had no idea of how she would do it gracefully, there was no way for that, because she was straddling his legs, but he just wanted to see her naked already. But then again, she surprised him.

She put her hands on the bed around his waist, with her face right on his shoulder, almost touching him, so close he shivered. Then, in all fours, she lifted her hip and ass all the way up, until her legs stretched completely, looking like she was slowly dancing in front of him, in his face, and the movement was so sudden that he pressed hard his sheet with his free hand and swallowed. Then, still in an A shape in front of Jason, without ever touching him, she pulled her panties down to her feet, taking one feet after the other. Jason was shuddering while breathing now, and it was so silent that he could only hear the sheets ruffling while she moved.

She obediently sat exactly where she was before, on his shins, and he could feel her wetness on his skin. Her shiny dark hair was in loose waves, cascading on her collarbone above her breasts. Her nipples were hard.

She stayed there for more than a minute, while he was thinking if he wanted to continue, because he didn't know if he could last much longer.

But he decided to try.

"Mandy", He swallowed hard, his voice trembling already, "I want you to close your eyes and think of me".

She was genuinely surprised, so she raised an eyebrow and did as he wished. She was pulsating from anticipation, almost rubbing her core on his shins to release herself.

"Please" he continued, she could hear his husky voice and his heavy breathing, "Touch yourself thinking of me".

Mandy licked her lips immediately, as Jason watched, anxious. She'd never done anything like that before, never felt so exposed, but it was an amazing feeling and she was desperate for some kind of release, so it would be fast and easy.

Jason thought she would give up, because she was standing still for so much time.

All of a sudden, she smirked and raised her hips slightly, took two fingers and put them in her entrance, sliding them to her clit. Jason could hear her wetness. She pressed them gently and soon started making circling motions, faster, just like Jason always did, and incredibly soon she was moaning and gasping, very close to coming.

Jason was fighting hard for not touching himself right now, to come with her. She was thinking of him and was coming so fast, he was amazed.

"Open your eyes, Mandy" he demanded, but sounded desperate. She immediately obeyed, and not three seconds after she looked at him, to his face filled with desire and despair, she contracted, lost her breath, and had to shut her eyes again because her orgasm came, hard. But still she didn't say a word.

Jason came a little in his boxers, he couldn't help it, and he couldn't hold it any longer, so while she recovered from her climax, he pulled his t-shirt over his torso, with one hand, and opened and lowered the shorts and boxers, freeing his erection, that was pulsating hard against his abdomen.

Mandy opened her eyes, still trying to catch her breath. She was holding the sheets beside her to not fall, and looked at Jason, sitting against the headboard in front of her, all ready but anxiously waiting for her to recover.

"Mandy" Jason was now consciously begging her, "please sit on me".

It took Mandy two seconds, but she was still clenching her walls when she put her hands on the headboard, one on each side of Jason, and, still without touching his torso, she lowered herself, slowly, looking into his eyes, until she engulfed his erection completely. They both shuddered and moaned while she easily slid on his member, but Jason just felt that wet tightness around him, and he had to close his eyes to focus.

Mandy was shuddering and breathing intensely as she moved up and down around Jason, so much she was worried for her own heart. She began to move a little faster, and then he opened his eyes and finally touched her. He took his free hand and grabbed her hip, pushing his lips against hers in despair, kissing like the world was going to end and he would never feel her again. Mandy put her hands on his stubble, then neck, then hair, and started moving even faster and moaning, because she was so close to her orgasm again, and he pressed her body against his chest, then he moved her back a little to kiss her breasts, and he didn't know what to do first, because she was already contracting hard and he was already coming inside of her. They both came together, hard, and Mandy was contracting so much and for so long around Jason, that a minute later he noticed he was erect again.

He still needed more relief and his body responded to him, but Mandy was in a haze from her orgasm, so he used his free hand and his body to turn her to his side, laying on her back, and soon he was on top of her, and sliding inside of her again. Mandy was semi-aware of what was happening, and when she felt him hard inside of her again she covered her eyes with her hands, she thought she seriously wouldn't take it. But she forced herself to look at him.

Jason was supporting himself on the bed with his unharmed arm, the other arm was hurting but he didn't mind; he was inside of Mandy, thrusting deep into her again and again, gasping, and by now he was repeating her name over and over, with a trembling voice, he couldn't think of anything else but her. He was just feeling her, her legs around him, pressing him hard, her arm grabbing his unharmed shoulder, the other hand pulling his hair, it was just Mandy around him, "Mandy, I…" he kept repeating, without finishing his sentence, and she kept calling God against his lips. When they thought their hearts would explode, she contracted just so hard around him, stopped breathing altogether and a loud sharp groan came out of her mouth. As he felt all her walls wrapping him up like vacuum, Jason immediately came inside of her again, exploding for the second time, emptying himself inside of her, and letting out a loud sound, almost a howl, that echoed through his apartment, and certainly, very audible to his neighbors.