Several hours later, Jason woke up. Feeling marginally better for his nap, he wondered why he was so restless. Shrugging, he went into his bathroom. When he came out, he was knotting a towel around his hips. A little while in the jacuzzi might settle me, he mused. He walked into the jacuzzi room, dropping his towel on the wide, tiled edge.
At that moment, he saw her. Chiara was lying in the jacuzzi, nude, eyes closed. Before he could take a step back, grab his towel, the scent of Jason's skin reached her nostrils. She smiled, whispering, "It's a dream..." Slowly opening her eyes, she realized she hadn't been dreaming. Jason was here, beside her--naked. Their eyes met and held. A desperate desire for him began to gnaw at her.
Jason, experienced in intimate relationships, saw the hunger in her eyes, which matched his own feelings exactly. Not bothering with his towel, he knelt by her, intent on capturing her luscious mouth in a sweet, gentle kiss.
The moment his mouth touched hers, he realized that a soft little kiss would not be enough for him, nor for her, probably. Ah, no. Slipping into the water beside her, he took her in his arms, parting her lips with the tip of his tongue. As she opened her mouth to him, his tongue danced with hers, beginning to explore the inside of her mouth, his caresses becoming more passionate with every breath he took. Ah, this is so good...
Jason felt her arms slip around him, one elegant hand toying with the hair curling at his nape, as she pressed herself against him. He knew exactly when she felt the hard, virile length of his erection throbbing against her body, because she sighed into his mouth.
Somehow, he managed to lift Chiara from the jacuzzi, dragging her to the soft, silk carpeting surrounding the tiled area nearest the jacuzzi. He couldn't ask her to give herself to him, the feeling between them was too strong, too erotic to be disturbed by words. He became aware that Chiara was responding to him passionately. Is it possible that she wants me as much as I want her? Stretching her out on the soft carpet, he began a deeply passionate inspection of her body, quickly realizing how beautifully made she was, her bones delicate and elegant, her breasts lovely--and fitting his palms so enticingly. He bent his dark head, his mouth caressing one breast. Kissing his way up to the rose-pink nipple, he took it into his mouth, licking and laving, then suckling with increasing sensuality and enticement. After a while, his mouth sought her other nipple, and he spent some time there, aware that her body had begun to match his own pelvic movements, her passion arousing him even further.
Continuing his caresses, Jason sighed, "Touch me..."
After a slight hesitation, Chiara's hand began its slow journey down to his pulsing, throbbing erection. At last, he saw her gaze at his naked body, heard her little gasp--probably at the sheer size of him, he thought complacently. He was delightedly surprised to feel her hand try to encircle him, even more amazed to feel her bend down to the head of his penis, licking with unexpected eroticism. He felt her catching a drop of his essence which he knew was escaping from the tip. He was past surprising when she took his penis into her mouth. Thee mou, what she makes me feel ... He noticed her other hand caressing his sac, playing very gently with the swollen testes, her gold-flecked eyes huge, and full of wonder, when she lifted her head at last.
She aligned herself with him again, reaching up to kiss his mouth, sighing, "Jason ... please," against his lips.
With one smooth, practised movement, he slid her beneath him. "Open for me?" he whispered, and he was secretly amused to feel her part her knees quickly. Sighing his pleasure, he caressed the inside of her slender, toned thighs. He felt Chiara shaking under his hands, as he entered her with one long, deep thrust. Thee mou, she's deliciously tight ... When she uttered one sharp little cry, Jason stopped instantly. "I hurt you..." She shook her head. He smiled. It was as he had thought, she was evidently reacting to the sheer size of him. This stirred his male ego deeply. From that moment on, all his attention was on Chiara: her beautiful body, her eager, surprising response to him. He withdrew, in order to go deeper with his next thrust, and was touched and enchanted to hear her protest against what she probably thought was his leaving her. He tightened his embrace, seeking her mouth with all the passion he felt for her, his tongue imitating the sexual act, while he slid his hard, virile length still deeper into her hot, silken depths.
During his flings, his control had always been absolute, but this time, with Chiara, he began to wonder ... Would he be able to hold himself back long enough for her to experience what he was beginning to think was probably her first orgasm? There was the familiar prickle at the base of his spine, and he almost sighed with relief when he felt, at the same moment, the beginnings of spasms deep inside her. He thrust harder, deeper, feeling his heavy length thickening, hardening still more. He thrust one more time--and they were there, together, in a mind-blowing orgasm that shook him with the extent of his passion, taking him unexpectedly to new heights of surpassing rapture, as he came and came, in hot, seemingly endless surges that flooded the very depths of her. He gazed at Chiara, and realized that her ecstatic little sigh meant that she felt exactly the same. Jason remained where he was, to give her all he could during her little after-spasms, safe in his embrace, until their breathing and heartbeats slowed.
After some time, he heard, "Jason..." Her voice was the merest whisper.
Jason was reluctant to lift himself away from her, but felt he must. A sudden jolt of elation coursed through him, when he felt her hands on his buttocks, holding him in place. He sighed. "Chiara, forgive me for breaking my promise, but I couldn't help myself. When I saw you, so beautiful, so infinitely desirable, lying in the jacuzzi, all my lofty promises of not consummating our marriage..." He sighed against her mouth, finally continuing, "...were forgotten. I had to have you." Taken aback by her stillness, he pleaded, "Please forgive me for making love to you. I promise I'll never force myself on you again."
He tightened his embrace, loving the feeling of her breasts soothing his chest, her hands caressing his back. Caressing my back? Is it possible she wanted this, too?
Just then, he heard her gentle voice, her lips so close to his ear that he felt her soft breath. "You must've noticed I didn't fight you off? That I gave myself to you willingly? Nothing to forgive, Jason. Of course, if this was a-an ... anomaly on your part, we'll say no more about it. But I'd dearly like to know why you made love to me--or were you having sex with me, Jason?"
Nuzzling her throat, he quickly said, "Of course I made love to you, meli mou, surely you could tell?"
"How would I know that, Jason?"
He felt his heart stand still. "Thee mou, you were a virgin?" He more sensed than saw her shy little nod. "And I thrust into you as if ... I must've hurt you ... I'm so very sorry."
Chiara shook her head, hesitantly tightening her arms around him. To him, it felt as if she wanted to prevent his escaping. As if. She whispered, "Just for one moment, there was a little pain, but you stopped, asking if you had hurt me, and in that moment the pain began to disappear, and then it was completely gone. All I could feel was you."
Jason smiled into her eyes. "You are, as usual, too generous, agape mou ... " He was surprised to find Chiara interrupting him, frowning, her fingers touching his mouth.
"Jason, please don't say that to me unless you mean it, and how could you possibly mean that? A woman who agreed to marry you to keep your grandfather off your back, protect you from the avid Eleni ... You've told me often enough that love does not exist, only pleasure. And you've even mentioned you have a very short attention span where women are concerned."
They were still joined, and Jason realized he was becoming hard again. He frowned, sighing, "Believe me, when I say you are unlike anyone I've ever been with." Tightening his embrace, he went on, "You mustn't compare yourself to these women I had an occasional fling with. I won't have it. With you, everything is different. Don't you feel that?"
"Is it, Jason? Different with me? I'd like to believe that..."
"Believe it, because it's true. Tell me you felt it too. Maybe it is because we're great friends." He shrugged. "When I was having a fling, there was nothing back of it. All there was, was..." he shrugged again. "Well, you know what there was, nothing."
Quietly, Chiara said, "And for 'nothing' you left the office early, wasted time on endless phone calls from an unreasonably demanding slut, took a long week-end to be with her?" She looked away from Jason, who drove his fingers through his hair in despair. Peony again, dammit. Can't she see the difference between herself and all the Peony-clones? Deeply unhappy, he decided to try again.
"Chiara..." His passionate mouth was very close to hers, and he felt her excited shiver when he brushed her lips with his. "For a very brief while, that last playmate amused me. You know there will never be another. You also know we had been working very hard, not to mention my grandfather's daily onslaughts. I just wanted a little R and R, and you have to admit you never gave me the slightest inkling that you might be willing to be with me." He tightened his hold on her. "If you had, that would've made a vast difference. You know that, don't you?" To his relief, Chiara's eyes became gold-flecked again, as she slowly shook her head, staring at him in amazement.
"You mean that you would've..." Chiara felt Jason's erection, steel-hard and virile, growing back into her. "J-Jason...?" she whispered.
"Do you want to be with me? Because if you do, yes, I can." He bent his dark head and caught her luscious mouth under his, teasing and nipping at her full lower lip, then swiftly soothing and laving with his velvet tongue. "Well? If you don't want me, tell me now, while I can still stop." His black eyes caressed her with his desire for her.
"Jason--I don't want you to stop..." He suddenly felt a great tenderness for the shy, virginal woman in his arms. Stirring his hard, heavy length inside her, he was amused at her sudden, breathless gasp.
"Agape mou," he moaned, and began to make love to her again. Slowly, this time, careful not to hurt her again, building a rhythm for them that brought them surprisingly quickly to orgasm. And when he finally took her with him to the stars, in blissful ecstasy, he realized that only with Chiara had he ever reached such heights of rapture.
Lying there with her in his arms, waiting for their breathing and heartbeat to slow, a vague thought kept nagging at him. He frowned, wondering what was bothering him. And then he realized. He and Chiara had had unprotected sex. Now that he knew she was a virgin, he also knew that she couldn't have been protected against pregnancy. And all thought had gone out of his head, when he first saw Chiara, nude, in the jacuzzi. In any case, he hated condoms. Thee mou ... She might be pregnant with his child, even now...