Taking his fingers off, he leans into me slowly, and my eyelids droop by instinct. I wait for the touch of his lips, but it doesn’t come right away; his mouth hovers over mine for a full second, and only then does he kiss me. His touch is soft and gentle, but when he finally parts his lips and runs his tongue over mine, I can feel a coiled hunger hiding in his movements.

Jason finally plants a kiss on the tips of my fingers and it sends a shiver through my body. This is a feeling I have never felt before. Nothing matters right now and we don’t ruin this moment by speaking. His other hand comes up to the back of my head running his fingers through it as he fists it and yanks my head back. His mouth is instantly over mine. Jason’s tongue caresses my lips before I pull his lip into my mouth, sucking on it. I can taste him in a raw, real way like I am touching his soul and understanding him. My hands slide up and down his back touching and caressing it.

As our tongues swirl and dance around each others, Jason presses harder into me, making sure no space remains. I put my hand out behind using the table as my anchor my foot comes up slightly.

Jason breaks our kiss and I’m gasping, the anticipation of what it is coming. The thrill now is that I don’t know what is going to be, and I just know that right now I want to trust Jason to please me, and to trust myself to let myself be happy.

Jason eyes never leave mine as he goes down to his knees right in front of me, his hands reaching for my breasts. He squeezes my tits the moment his knees touch the floor, and he squeezes them harshly, forcing a scream of delight out of my mouth.

Letting go of my breasts, he slides his fingers down to my shorts but, instead of just yanking it off me, he just hooks in fingers on the fabric. Then, moving so fast his movement becomes a blur, he takes his hands to my ass cheeks and pulls into him; he dives into me at the same time, and another loud scream explodes in my mouth as he simply crushes his face against my pussy.

His mouth is open wide, and he doesn’t waste a second; he starts sucking on my wetness over the drenched fabric of my shorts, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks. He does it hungrily, even pulling at the fabric with his teeth.

Eating me out like a man possessed, he grabs my shorts and pulls them against my outer thigh. The fabric tears and he just throws them away, his hands once again on my ass. Pushing on my cheeks, he forces me to raise my legs and I place them over his shoulders, crossing them over his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, that’s delicious,” he says as he comes up for air, but he’s on me in a heartbeat. He runs his tongue up and down my pussy lips as I hang from the ropes dangling from the ceiling, my wrists pressed against the metallic handcuffs.

My body sways back and forth as he devours me, but he manages to keep me in place, his hands grabbing my ass harshly. I feel a ball of pleasure growing inside my stomach, burning my nerve endings with fiery stabs of maddening electricity. Using his tongue to press down on my clit, he turns that ball of pleasure inside my stomach into a hurricane of ecstasy. I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my lungs working so hard that they are straining against my ribcage.

“OH GOD!” I shout, a violent orgasm stabbing my mind over and over again. I grit my teeth and just hiss when my throat gives up on me, Jason’s tongue still working my pussy with a blind fury.

My body grows limp as pleasure washes over me. I want to fall into his arms forever, and yet I also want him to fuck me.

I drag him off to his bedroom, holding his hand so tight that I find all my energy in the exhilaration of knowing that we’re going to fuck, and I’m going to be brave enough to do what I want.

Jason is what I want.

My hands on his chest, I push him back until his knees meet the edge of the bed. I force him to lie down, and then I climb on top of him, moving like a cat. Barely capable of thinking straight, I can’t tell if because of how happy I am...or how wet—I lean in, pressing my lips against his and kissing him softly.

“You’re mine now, Jason,” I purr into him, running my fingers over his chest, his tight shirt delineating the contour of his muscles. One hand on my face, he smiles, allowing his fingers to roam over to my neck and then tangles them in my hair. He yanks, forcing my head back.

“You’re mine too...Forever,” he says, craning his neck and placing his mouth on my cleavage, his lips softly brushing against the soft skin there.

I ignore any of the negative thoughts that attempt to permeate my brain and I let how good his words feel wash over me.

I lean in, my lips pressed against his neck. I start kissing him in a downward line, my mouth traveling down to his chest. I part my lips and let my tongue out, lapping at his nipples while I let my hands wander over to his hips, tracing the outlined ‘v’ that leads to the cock I have to have. My tongue runs over his abs dutifully, their hard contour enough to make me go mad.

When I get close to the hem of his boxer briefs, I lay gentle kisses around it, my eyes darting to the thick shape tenting his underwear.

“Is this for me?” I ask him, running the tip of my index finger over his member.

“Just for you,” he tells me, grinning. The moment his words hit me, I curl my fingers around his cock, gripping it harshly.

“It better be,” I tease him. “Because I’m insatiable...And I don’t like to share.”

In response, his cock pulses firmly against the palm of my hand. I start to stroke him over the fabric of his boxers, my eyes locked on his.

Sitting down on top of him, I place my crotch right above his. I rest my hands on his chest and then start to sway my hips, moving them back and forth and stroking his cock over his boxers. I feel it hardening even more, and I start becoming desperate to have him inside of me...To be on all fours while he fucks me, to be stretched wide by his huge member...But there’s time for everything. Right now, I’m under the spotlight and it’s my turn to shine.

I grind against him harder, moving my hips ferociously; I lean into him, kissing him as I move. I wonder if I’d be able to make him cum just like this, but I don’t have the mental fortitude to remain in this position for that long...So, feeling his cock pulsing against my pussy, I go lower on his body, hooking my fingers on his boxers; I tug them down his legs and throw them somewhere far off in the room. Sliding my hands from his ankles to his thighs, I lean into him, my eyes locked on his as my lips reach for his cock. I stop right before my mouth is on him, my smile turning into a grin of wickedness.

“Come on…” he groans, his cock jerking.

“Maybe I’ll make you beg...Maybe I’ll drive you crazy until you can’t take it anymore.” I love teasing him now because I know that I’m not going to run away on him. I’m not judging this all as some game, and we can feel safe together no matter how fucked up what we’re doing is, we’re doing it and we both desperately want to. One look into his eyes and I can almost see the flames of desire there, bright and wild and threatening to consume whatever’s in their way and I know that this is the kind of passion I deeply crave and I’m not letting go of it.

“Fucking hell…” he sighs, closing his eyes; I take the chance and, as soon as his eyes are shut, I grab his cock and keep it in place as I roll my lips down his shaft. Twirling my tongue around it, I go as deep as I can; only stopping when his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Going back up, I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, ravaging his cock with my mouth. “So...fucking good…” He says, the words hanging heavily in the air.

His words make me go even harder, and I cup his balls with one hand, massaging them gently and feeling their weight against my open palm. Warm and heavy, they are so full of his seed, and I can’t help but be impressed by the amount of cum they always manage to produce. I think back to how much I let him come all over me at the pool and how sexy that was and I’m so wet just at the thought. I actually shiver in recollection.

Sliding my mouth back out, I lick his whole length and then position myself better. Grabbing his cock, I point it upward, lift my hips up, and then start easing myself down. My pussy brushing over his cock, teasing him like this, I know it is almost too much for both of us. I crave his giant cock inside of me and I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.

“See? I can do it too…” I say with a grin, slowly allowing one inch of him inside of me. My heart is racing like mad, and I know my words are hollow: I’m not teasing him as much as I’m teasing myself. So I do the only thing I can, which is going down as fast as I can, his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. A moan tumbles out of my lips as I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls, my body allowing instinct to sit behind the steering wheel—without bothering with the build up, I start swaying my hips back and forth, his shaft massaging my insides as I go.

Throwing my head back, I slide one hand down my chest and place two fingers over my clit, rubbing it as I fuck him. It feels good to say it; I’m fucking him...It’s so easy to get lost in the semantics, but this time it means I’m the one in charge. It makes sense, really; I’m the older one in this room. God, just thinking of it is enough to make me squirm.

“Harder,” he groans, gritting his teeth and trying to thrust at me. I obey dutifully, raising my hips and letting them down in a flurry of movement, jumping up and down on his cock. My ass is bouncing and slapping his legs, and the more I do it the faster my fingers start to rub on my clit.

It doesn’t take long for my muscles to tire out, but I just ignore it; it’s still early, and there’s lots to be done. Screw exhaustion. I push through the pain and only stop when my body starts to tremble, the spark of delight igniting inside of me. My hands start to twitch and I press my fingers against my clit, holding them there as I let out one loud moan. I close my eyes, savoring what I’m sure is just going to be the first orgasm of many.

Breathing out heavily, I let ecstasy rage through me until it finally subsides, leaving that pleasant tingling feeling inside of me. Raising my hips, I slide his cock out and move my body back. He’s looking at me expectantly and, while I think of what my next move is going to be, my body reacts of its own accord.

I lean in, my lips parting as I take my mouth to his cock once more. I want to feel my scent on his cock, his shaft wet with my fluids...And that’s exactly what I do: my mouth open wide, I take his whole shaft inside my back, rolling my lips back as I suck him. The sweet scent of my pussy is coating his hard member, and that just makes me lose it completely; I start sucking and licking as if I were possessed, desire blanketing my mind and pushing all other thoughts away.

Driven mad by pleasure, I take Jason’s cock out of my mouth, wanting to feel him once more inside of me.

His hands cradle my face, so intimate during such an otherwise just filthy act, and something inside of me flutters at the sensation and warmth of Jason’s touch.

When his hands release me, I pull Jason’s cock from my mouth with a wet pop and I lower my pussy down on his cock — I can’t resist having him inside me a moment longer.

This time I don’t bother with the teasing; I just guide his thick hard member inside of me. I squat down, my body swaying as I drive his cock to the hidden depths inside of me.

Jumping up and down, I let myself be pulled into oblivion. I see nothing, I hear nothing. All there is in the universe is his cock, my pussy lips wrapped around it. I bounce on him for as long as I can, losing all notion of time. Really, I don’t know how much time has passed, if one minute or one hour...All I know is that I feel pleasure pooling around the edges of my mind, threatening to overtake me completely. Knowing that I’m close, I start to go even faster, jumping head first into an ocean of mind-bending ecstasy.

“Oh, God!” I cry out as my pussy clamps down around his cock, little spasms taking over of my body. I go on my knees, straddling him in reverse, and push through the orgasm. Still moving, I ride myself into a chain of orgasms, letting one build up inside of me while the last one is still raging through my mind. Like a mad woman, I scream, coming for the second time in a row in a matter of seconds. Leaning forward, I grab his ankles, keeping my body still as I try to catch my breath. Christ, I’m breathing so hard I don’t even know how my lungs are still capable of functioning. This is almost too much for me to take...And that makes it so much better.

Jason’s hands all over my body make every drop of ecstasy that much sweeter and I just can’t stop shivering, shaking, and being consumed by lust. My body is practically short circuiting from all this arousal and stimulation.

“Tired already, baby?” I hear his voice, his cock slightly spasming inside of me. Smiling, I pull his cock out and turn toward him. His expression is one of pent up desire—like a caged tiger, I have no idea what he might do once I let him loose. But, oh, I’m so anxious to do it.

“Tired? We’re just getting started,” I meow at him, biting at the corner of my lip, and I slide back onto his cock.

Jason’s mouth closers over mine and my desire pools so hot and strong within me that I shudder with lust.

Can Jason read my thoughts? The way he kisses me makes me feel like he's some kind of robot programmed for my absolute pleasure. He seems to know every single way to touch me to make me fall apart around him. His cock is pulsing inside me, so hard and making my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue over mine is sensual I could just cry. Fuck Jason feels so good. I'm close to being totally overloaded by the sheer ecstasy of his touch, but I'm going to savor every moment of this until I can't take it anymore. Then I'm going to suck it up and continue having the time of my life.

Sucking him up. I love tasting my pussy on Jason's cock. Every inch of him covered in every drop of me…I can’t get him back in my mouth fast enough. I am going to come all over his cock and then I’m going to suck up our juices together. I’m so turned on by the idea and I feel so free thinking about how we can do anything we want. Anything that’s filthy or wrong or immoral, and it can be intimate and fantastic.

I break our kiss, gasping for air and panting at his cock sliding in and out of my soaking pussy. A low moan escapes my lips but I dive against his collarbone and cry out against it. Jason shivers and pulls me closer, and the feel of his jutting cock shivering inside of me makes me clamp a vise grip down on his cock. I feel my eyelids get heavy, lust pulling me under. My lips part slightly and I'm hyper aware of my breathing.

“Your mouth,” Jason says with a confident grin. “I want it.” He doesn’t need to say it twice; the moment his words reach my brain I’m already leaning in, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think straight. I already wanted his cock in my mouth but knowing that he wants it too turns me on even more.

I fit my lips against his the head of his cock, slowly rolling them down until I feel his soft tip pushing down on my tongue. Placing my hands on his waist, I let them go around his body and I hook my fingers on his firm ass; pulling him in, I close my eyes as his shaft slides deep inside my mouth. I have to open my mouth wide, and still it remains hard to have my mouth around his girth. But I don’t let his size be a limitation to what I can or can’t do. In fact, it’s pretty much the opposite. Feeling my mouth full with his pulsing desire, I struggle even harder to have every single inch of him inside of me.

I push my mouth down, his tip resting against the back of my throat as my lips meet the base of his cock. Only then do I allow my lips to slide back out over his shaft. I bob my head back and forth as I twirl my tongue around his tip every time I come up. I curl my fingers around his shaft once more, moving my hand up and down in a matching motion to that of my mouth. Hand and lips moving in the same pendulum motion, I use my free hand to caress his balls, their weight against my fingers making my skin prickle.

I start upping the pace, my movements becoming faster and wilder each time I come and go. I only stop once to catch my breath, but I keep my hand on his cock, stroking him as fast as I can; leaning in again, I tilt my head sideways and lay my lips against the side of his shaft, kissing down until my mouth meets his balls. I suck one in, rolling it around my mouth as I keep working him with my hand. It’s heavy and warm and, just like his cock, it’s bigger than anything I have ever seen. My eyes closed, I can’t help but wonder about the amount of cum he must be holding inside him.

Moving back to his tip, I prepare to take his length inside of me once again, but Jason places his hands on the top of my head and stops me before I go down.

“Jennifer, I can’t believe no one ever fucked you like you deserve. Your body is gorgeous. Your mind is incredible. I could fuck you all day and night and still want more of you,” Jason says.

I can’t breathe! When he says things like that to me, it stops my heart and starts it up at a frenetic pace that almost feels dangerous. I’m exhilarated. I can’t believe what he’s said to me. The emotions and sentiment behind it, and how it makes me feel. I want to say something back. After how I ran off on him, even though I came back and he forgave me, I want to say something back. But I'm afraid…that’s the thing! I’m afraid the fear will ruin the moment. And this is such a perfect moment.

Jason pulls me into his arms and I’m content to say nothing as he seems content to hold me. There’s something very new and very necessary about the affection he’s giving me that makes me so content that I actually do forget my fears and I just breathe in the scent of him. The scent of us fucking.

“I want to watch you come,” Jason says, and his fingers trail down to my pussy.

I moan at the sensation of his fingers brushing my skin on the way down, so I know that the impact is going to be even more intense.

His eyes capture mine and his fingers spread my pussy folds.

“Go on,” he whispers, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. “I want to watch you come,” he continues, and then crushes his mouth against mine. He starts stroking my clit harder and I whimper into his mouth at the incredible sensation of his touch. Parting my inner lips, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them upward and taking it straight to my G-spot.

Fingering me as his tongue explores the inside of my mouth, I realize that it won’t take long for me to come as well.

“Come, Jennifer, come for me,” he whispers, now taking his lips to my chin and laying a gentle kiss there. “You’re everything that you want to be right now. And you’re mine,” Jason says, his mouth capturing mine again.

A flood of pleasurable pressure breaks through my body, filling me up and coursing through me as I feel myself squirt, and squirt hard. My pussy spray a massive amount of cum between us that seems to nearly knock me out from the sheer intensity.

My head falls back and I ache for every moment of his touch to keep me surging higher and higher. “OH!” I cry out in shock at the incredible display of my lust, and how much it makes me want to be even filthier.

As the last of my cum sprays from my pussy, I shiver and Jason wraps his arms around me. When I finally finish he stands and holds my hand.

“I want to look at you, Jennifer,” Jason says. He says my name in such a tender way that I forget the entire rest of the world exists.

His eyes drink me in and he’s so passionate that I can’t help but ache for him. I scoop up some of my cum from his rock-hard abs and rub it all over my lips.

Standing up on wobbly legs, I place my arms over Jason’s shoulders and press my cum-coated lips against his. We kiss for a long time, our tongues softly dancing around one another until I forget that we’re doing something that can’t be caught doing.

Right now, there are only two people in my little corner of the universe—Jason and I.

And that’s just the way it should be.

“I’m not done with you,” I breathe out the words with a soft sigh. “I don’t think I can ever be done with the way that you make me feel, Jason.”

“Nor I with you,” Jason says, kissing my forehead.

Jason starts rubbing my pussy softly, his fingers pressed tight over my wetness. A purred moan leaves my lips as he does it, the whole world fading away around me.

“You’re so wet,” he says, his finger going back and forth over my drenched lips. “I love it.”

“Please,” I mutter, not even understanding what I’m asking for. I want him to slide his finger deep inside of me, I want to feel his cock pushing past my inner lips and lodging itself inside my pussy. I want it all, and I want it right now.

Before I can even react, he parts my inner lips and slides his finger in, moving it inside me like a hook and pressing his fingertip in that sweet hidden spot. I moan again, this time louder, and he presses harder against my G-spot. I swear to God, I’m so delirious with desire I have no idea how I’m managing to stand still.

He starts to move his finger in and out of my pussy, each time his hand moves the rhythm growing. Soon enough his finger is moving so fast I’m no longer moaning, I’m just trying to keep breathing through the avalanche of sensations that rages inside of me. Letting go of my hair, he takes his other hand to between my thighs and presses his thumb over my clit, applying just enough pressure to force a moan out of my lips once more.

Working on my clit with his thumb, his index finger flying in and out of my pussy, he guides me to the edge and, with a simple word, throws me off of it.

“Come,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “Come for me.”

Just like that, I go off. I close my eyes again, breathing hard through my gritted teeth as all muscles in my body become tight and hard, uncontrollable tension pooling in every single fiber of my being. Like a bomb, pleasure explodes inside of me, my muscles letting go of all that tension as a forceful scream leaves my throat. My voice quivers as he stops moving his finger and just presses it hard against my G-spot, rubbing it there with the mastery of a man who knows women almost too well. I can never think of him as just a young boy, even if he’s my son’s best friend. I know now that he knows my body better than I do, and he knows how to please my body better than even my marathon masturbation sessions can.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Jason growls, his lips against my neck. “I want to watch it every day. I want to make you come over and over again, everyday. I want to taste it and smell it and have it be my one goal of the day,” Jason says, wrapping his arms around me.

“Mmm,” is all I manage to say. But I swear it isn’t a cop out, I just have come so hard and so much that I need to take a moment and do absolutely nothing with my brain. It occurs me to that only with Jason can I shut off the things that make me suffer and contemplate the worst possible scenarios. But when I let myself really feel things when I’m with Jason? I’m not struggling, I’m not stressing. I feel taken care of and I feel adored. I feel like a really woman and not some involuntary almost-virgin like I was before.

“Thank you,” I finally say. I know it is like kinda a stupid thing to say but it is what I mean and feel in my heart of hearts. I want Jason to know how much this means to me, how much all of it means to me.

“You’re welcome,” Jason says, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my forehead again.

I want us to stay like this forever but he and I both know that we can’t. I try to stand on unsteady legs and find myself wobbling, and once again, Jason is there to hold me up and help me.

I don’t know what’s going to happen between us, I just know that there’s a hope in my life that didn’t exist before. I don’t want to leave this moment. I’m always hiding away from reality, but I have this stolen moment that is just too perfect and I need to be able to hide away in it, instead.

Because soon, the rest of the world and reality is going to take away what is so precious to me now. Jason can’t be mine…and that reality is harsher than anything else I’ve tried to escape from.

“I have to go,” I say, the words sounding hollow and feeling like they come from someone else’s lips and not my own.

I hope that I’m not hurting him. Jason’s arms around me squeeze for a moment, but when there’s slack in his grip, I slide out of his arms. It is the most painful thing, emotionally, I think I’ve ever done. I think I can actually feel myself sliding between the bars of my freedom and back into my cage. But what else can I do?

This time when I go home and close myself against the door, I’m not trying to come. I’m trying not to cry. My back pushes against the unforgiving wood, my body feeling awkward inside of clothes with the memories of Jason’s hands all over my skin still. The almost reverent way he touched me and the way my skin still smells like him is too much to bear.

I’m just lonely all over again, crying into the shower as I watch the water swirl down the drain along with everything that made me feel free. I can hardly swallow when I think about how trapped I feel all over again, and with no cruel husband to point blame at for the pain, it is just reality again that imprisons me.