Jason looks into my eyes and the way he looks at me, the way his eyes seem to stare into my soul, I know I’ve found a man I can trust. This isn’t just some crazy, meaningless night that almost killed me, this is the night that’s going to change my entire life. The connection between us, the way we respond to each other, the way our bodies connect in soul-tingling pleasure, that’s something real. That’s something you don’t give up. If I were to lose Jason now, after all we’ve been through, I’d die.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I say.

“I’m not sure,” he says. “There’s something about you, Jessica.”

I smile, a little awkwardly, and I can see there’s desire in his eyes. I’m surprised, given the amount of pleasure we’ve already indulged in. If he’s ready to go again, I’ll be amazed.

“Come with me,” he says, stretching out his hand toward mine.

I take it and he leads me out of the house and back to his motorcycle. Already getting used to the powerful machine, I don’t even hesitate as he gets on and I hop on behind him. I put my arms around his waist and something about it feels so right. He revs the engine and a moment later we’re back on the road, the cool air rushing around us.

He takes me out of the city and I’d have liked to ask him where we were going but the noise was too loud. I just hold on to him as we leave the city and take a highway that rises up into the mountains, heading toward the coast. Finally, he pulls up at a place where the road ends and kills the engine. We’re on a huge cliff, high above the ocean, and the sun is just beginning to rise above the horizon. The scene is breathtaking.

“Wow,” I gasp. “I never knew there could be anything so beautiful.”

He looks at me, again with that powerful gaze that seems to know exactly what I’m thinking, and says, “Neither did I.”

I blush.

“You up for a little fun?” he asks.

“Fun? After the night we just had, I think I’ve had about all the fun I can handle.”

He gives me a very sly look, as if to say he’s got better ideas, and says, “I think you could be persuaded otherwise.”

“What did you have in mind?” I say.

“Well, you’re going to have to trust me,” he says.

I nod, noncommittally.

“Do you?” he says.

“Do I trust you?”

“Yes.”

I look at him for a long moment. His bright eyes stare right back at me. His handsome face, so rugged, so strong, has so much tenderness. His muscular body seems to be telling me that it will always protect me, no matter what life throws at us.

“Yes,” I say, and I know I mean it with all my heart.

He gets off the back and stands next to me. I’m still straddling the powerful machine.

“Then take off your panties,” he says.

“What?”

“You heard me,” he says, his face cocky and mischievous.

Without the slightest hesitation, I slip a leg up onto the seat and pull my panties down over my feet.

I hand them to him and he puts them in his back pocket.

Then he leans over the bike and turns it back on.

“Scoot up further,” he says. “Sit here, on the metal.”

I do as he says and instantly understand what he’s doing. The powerful vibrations of the engine are channeled through the metal of the bike and send pleasure right through my body. As my bare pussy touches the smooth, metallic surface, I let out a low moan.

“That’s my girl,” he says, leaning in to kiss me.

As our lips meet, as his tongue enters my mouth and caresses my tongue, he revs the engine of the bike and the vibrations overpower me, sending a surge of pleasure right through every nerve of my body.

“Oh God,” I moan.

He continues to kiss me as his motorcycle pleasures the fuck out of me, vibrating like a jet engine. The combination of his passionate kiss, mixed with the revving of the engine is too much for me. Within seconds, I’m writhing on the bike, grinding my pussy against the smooth metal as I moan into Jason’s mouth.

“Oh God you’re amazing,” I moan, and at that moment, he slides his hands up under my dress and grabs my breasts in his massive hands.

He squeezes my nipples as a wave of orgasms rush through my body, overpowering my senses. I almost fall off the bike from the pleasure. The surge of joy flows through my like a tidal wave. It’s ecstasy.

As the orgasms fills me with excruciating pleasure, the first rays of the morning sun hit us, lighting up the entire world.

“Jason,” I moan. “Never let me go.”

“Do you mean that?” he says.

“Yes,” I nod emphatically. “I’ve waited my whole life to find a man like you, and now that I have you, I don’t think I can give you up.”

He thinks about that for a second before responding.

“It won’t be easy being with a man like me.”

“I don’t care,” I say.

He nods slowly, and says, “Well, in that case, I’ll never let you go, babe. You’re my girl now, and the only way anyone will get you from me is if they pry you from my cold, dead hands.”

I know he means it, with my heart and with my soul, I know he means it.