DISCLAIMER! This episode does contain a hot love scene. If you’re offended by such things, please skip it.
His kiss was electrifying. Her lips tingled, the sensation spreading all over her body. He led her to the bed, backing until his thighs pressed against the mattress. He tore at her clothing, undressing her desperately. She did the same with him. When they were both naked, he broke away to go to his supply drawer, but she pulled him back.
“I want you now, without one. I want to feel you.”
She tugged on him, opening to him hungrily. Taking that as a yes, he entered her slowly, relishing the added sensation.
Taylor gasped and moaned, pulling him closer as she wrapped her legs around him. They made love slowly, enjoying the extra intimacy. Taylor couldn’t believe how much better it felt. Her body moved in unison with Jason’s, thrilling with each movement of their joined hips.
Jason kept her upright on the edge of the bed as he stood next to it, rocking her rhythmically back and forth. He liked the position a lot. For one thing, it was different, and he liked variety. For another, it kept her mouth and breasts handy. He had a lot of mobility and he wasn’t having to do pushups.
It seemed like no time at all had passed, but he could feel himself getting close to climax. A glance at the clock showed him they’d been at it well over an hour. He’d lost himself completely in the act and wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. He felt so safe here with everyone protecting him. He also felt confident with Taylor in his arms and his bed. Probably not the smartest thing for a man who was usually as paranoid as he was.
Taylor clamped down on him with her pelvic muscles and all thoughts of security and paranoia left him suddenly. All he could think of was driving into her as hard, fast and deep as possible. She clung to him, grasping his pumping hips tightly, guiding him where she wanted him.
“Oh, there!” She gasped, biting his neck. “God, yes! Oh, yes!” She gasped and moaned as she came. The first orgasms shook her body, making her weak, but she held onto him for dear life.
“Taylor! Oh, God!” He groaned, diving in harder.
When he came it was the most incredible release he could ever remember. His body was spent, weak—yet he wanted to make love to her again immediately.
There was a tap at the door. “Dinner in ten.” It was Greg.
Taylor thanked him, hoping he hadn’t been out there when they were screaming, but figured he probably had. She put her head against Jason’s chest and started crying.
“First time I made love to a woman who cried afterward,” Jason murmured, brushing her hair from her face. He understood her distress and hoped he could find the right words to comfort her. “Greg’s a big boy. He’ll be disappointed for a while, but that will pass. He’ll survive.”
“How can you be so callous? It’s easy for you to say—you’ve got me!”
“No, love. Not easy. Been in his shoes a time or two when I was younger. If a lad of sixteen can survive, a man his age can.”
“What was your first time like?” She made the assumption that he referred to his first time.
“Are you sure you really want to know?”
“Was it horrible?”
“It was a bit weird. I’m not sure you’d approve.”
“Oh, really?” She sat up, staring at him incredulously. “So, I’m a prude?”
He got up, heading to the shower. “I didn’t say that. I don’t think any real lady would approve. And as a lady and an FBI agent—I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t.”
“Now you’ve got me curious.”
He started the water, waiting until it heated up. She joined him and they walked into the stall together.
“She was a lot older. Probably about your age.”
“And how old were you?”
“About half her age.”
“Fourteen? Oh, my God! Was she some kind of pedophile?”
“No, not really. I was a strapping lad, well on my way to being what I am now. Not quite as tall, but certainly manly enough to attract her. She thought I was older and I didn’t contradict.”
“How did you meet her?”
“I was on the street, hungry, looking for any way to make some money for food. I wasn’t above selling myself. She wasn’t in the market for a lover. She took me in, fed me, gave me a place to stay and I helped out around the house.”
“Why did she take you to bed?” Taylor was trying to understand, but it sickened her.
“Actually, I took her, if it comes to that. She was lonely, unhappy. She wasn’t a pretty woman, not the type a man would take to. You know…. It was one way I could express my thanks that had a bit of meaning to it. I might be the only man who ever paid her that kind of attention.”
Taylor didn’t know what to think. She’d never thought of sex being used like that before. As they dried off and dressed, she thought about it.
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