Breaking Away
After Hours - Adults Only Jason admired her bathing suit. It was a swimmer's suit. A simple blue tank suit, but Carly filled it out so perfectly, she made those swimsuit models look sickly. He pulled himself out of the pool on his well deifined arms, and grabbing a towel followed her into the sauna.
Carly laid out her towel on one of the warm benches, and took a seat. When Jason entered, she shivered at the gust of cool air in the hot room. "Pour a little water on the rocks would you?" She asked getting comfortable. It had been one strange day. It seemed like everytime she had a roller coaster of a day, Jason was at the heart of it. Not that she couldn't cause a few bumps herself, but she had to wonder if Jason wasn't the catalyst.
Jason poured two dippers full of water on the hot rocks, and took a seat directly behind Carly. His hands reaching for her shoulders, he began a deep, slow massage, working out all the knots. "You swam hard."
With a soft moan, Carly's head dropped forward savoring the firm pressure. "Yeah. It was nice of you to let me win though." She gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Well Jason Quartermaine was on the swim team." Jason replied. "I think it's one of those things he and I have in common." His hand worked slowly over Carly's slippery flesh. He used his thumbs to roll out several knots, and the heel of his hand to follow down her spine.
"Oh my God." Carly groaned suddenly. "You have got the best hands in the world."
"That's the first time you've said that with so many clothes on." Jason said wickedly. It was great to be able to reach out and touch her when he wanted. To tease her about what had been building for so long. He wasn't afraid of losing her friendship any more. Or of ruining their relationship with Michael. Michael was doing fine, and for the first time since Carly had blown her way into his life, he could focus on what he needed. Her.
Carly ignored that crack and gave herself up to the strong feel of his hands as they pressed and rubbed. She felt him slide off the bench just above hers and position her between his strong thighs. He rested against the wall and pulled her back into his touch. "Your hands should be bronzed." She murmured appreciatetively.
"Rough time?" Jason asked.
"Well, emotional trauma aside, life's okay." Carly answered in between breathy sighs of contentment. "Jerry's started me on flying lessons."
"You like it?"
"I'm not sure. I think I'm still caught between loving it and being terrified." She settled herself back, taking in short breaths. It was impossible to tell if her lungs were working over time because of the oppressive heat, or the feel of Jason's hands slipping over her skin in a deep rythym.
"You're not scared of anything Carly." Jason told her pulling her closer. "I know you pretty well. And you're the bravest person I know. Not always about the right things, or even in the best way. But no one would ever call you a coward."
Carly leaned back, her head falling against his chest, their eyes meeting as Jason leaned over and planted a long, slow, wet kiss that seemed to meander for days on her parted lips. Whatever she had been about to say flew out of her mind the minute they touched. She could feel him wrapped all around her body like a living cocoon. And for once Carly Benson was completely and utterly satisfied. Not planning for the future, or thinking about what now? She was totally content to sit in the hot sauna and kiss and finally, finally be kissed back by Jason Morgan.
Jason could feel himself growing hard. Her lips were moist, and slightly salty. But as his tongue parted them, and delved into her mouth he could taste the sweetness of her, his hand cupped her head as he alternated between the sweet and salty flavors that made up Carly. It was so long since he'd held her like this. Close enough to hear her short breaths, and feel her breasts rubbing against his chest. Even through her swimsuit he could feel the hard tips of her nipples. He went to pull back from their kiss, only to have Carly's mouth follow his seeking more.
"Jason." His name was the only word echoing through her head. She wanted him so badly it was a physical kind of ache that she'd grown accustomed too. His touch was addictive. And no matter what else she'd tried, nothing could replace the feel of her hands gliding over his chest. His arousal pressing into her. She moaned an objection when he broke their kiss, only to have Jason slip the straps of her swimsuit off her shoulders. Then she gasped in shock. He didn't really. . . . her mind stopped working once he eased down her suit, leaving it at her waist and baring her from her shoulders to her waist. She quickly lifted her arms to cover her breasts. It wasn't self-consciousness. She assured herself. It was just that Jason hadn't seen her nude since Michael was born. Their son had changed her body.
Jason wasn't about to let her temporary bout of shyness stop him. His hands slowly moved her arms away, baring her breasts to his lustful gaze. "Don't hide from me Carly. Not ever." He whispered his fingertips grazing over one nipple, then the other until Carly arched her back, silently demanding more. His mouth descended, a fraction of an inch at a time, his ice blue eyes never leaving her face. His tongue lashed across one nipple and she gasped, cupping her hand behind his head. Then his pointed, rough tongue began to make slow, agonizingly slow circles around her nipple. Each breast recieved the same treatment before he opened his mouth and engulfed as much of her firm breast as he could. He was starving for her. How could he have resisted her for all this time? He slowly eased her back on the bench and with a hot caress swept her suit off her body, leaving her nude, and glistening in the sweltering sauna.
There was no hurry this time. He could take as long as he wanted to relearn the feel of her skin, the thrust of her breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the smooth line of her calf as she bent one knee, exposing her sex to him. He smiled at her eagerness. He knew she wanted him. It was in the soft scent that rolled off her body. He remembered that scent. And in the way she shivered as he placed one hand on either of her thighs, pressing them apart. Before he could move, there was a sound outside the sauna. Quickly, Jason snatched one of the large towels and lifting Carly wrapped her in it tightly, then threw another towel over her shoulders just as an elderly couple entered the sauna.
Flushing, Carly discreetly tucked her suit behind her back. "Well. . . ." She said in a too bright tone. "I think I'm ready for bed now Jase." When he merely cocked a half smile in her direction and arched an eyebrow she clarified. "I'm TIRED."
Placing a hand on her waist, Jason guided her out of the steamroom. "And I've got a headache." He gave her a light pat on the bottom.
"Oh Herbert. To be young and in love!" The elderly woman sighed.
Once up in her room Carly whirled on Jason and thumped him on the chest. "Pig."
"It wasn't my fault they came in when they did." Jason's laughter shook his chest. He easily caught Carly's wrists, then hoisted her over his shoulder. "How about a shower? I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine. . . ."
In the shower, Carly released a sigh of contentment as Jason poured a lightly scented gel on a puff, and began to stroke it over her shoulders. It made a slippery trail from her neck, to each shoulder, down both arms, her back, around to her slightly curved tummy, up to rub sensuously just below her breasts. One of his steely arms was wrapped around her throat, chaining her to him, as he smoothed the puff along the curves of her breasts. She gasped as the coarse webbing abraded her nipples. "Jason." His name was little more than a breathy sigh.
He could feel her slick skin from his chest to his legs. She fit the curves of his body perfectly, soft where he was hard. He was learning her. Every gasp. Every wriggle taught him how to love her. "You're hotter than the sauna." He brushed his lips over her ear. He could feel the fine tremor in her legs as they brushed against his. He dropped the body puff to the shower floor, it wasn't enough. He wanted to touch and feel her with his own hands.
Carly's head spun as he slicked both hands from her thighs, to her sex. She shivered, his touch was delicate, and her heart almost stopped beating as he parted the lips of her sex and began a light, soft stroking. She braced herself on the shower walls, the warm water beating down on her back. When the tips of his fingers find the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, her hips swivel as she lets out a high pitch squeak. Unable to take anymore without touching him in return,Carly turned in his arms suddenly propelling him back against the other shower wall.
Jason smiled against her lips. "Your turn?"
"My turn." She grinned feeling heady with her ability to do with Jason as she pleased. "I love the way you feel." Carly confessed, watching as Jason's eyes turned from icy blue, to a warm summer's day. She could see it on his face. He loved it when she talked to him. Told him what she wanted. Her hands explored his bunched muscles at his shoulders, then his chest. "You're so strong." Her nails scored over the hard tips of his nipples, only to be followed by a hot puff of air from her lips. She used her whole mouth on each nipple in turn, grazing them with the sharp edge of her teeth, licking away the faint ache with the rough tip of her tongue.
Jason gritted his teeth. He knew where this would lead, and was impatient to feel the same soft mouth that was gliding over his chest, to press against his sex, and take him deep. But when it came to this, Carly would not be rushed. It would be at her pace. All he could do was lean against the cool tile and bury his fingers in her hair, hoping she would grow tired of tormenting him. He almost laughed out loud at that idea. This was Carly. She would make him go insane, and sit back and watch the fireworks. His hands massaged her scalp. "Carly. . . ."
She cupped him gently in her hand, stroking slowly at first, then faster until Jason's hands in her blonde hair tugged, and his breathing changed. Then she slowed her motions again, lifting her mouth to his for an intimate, probing kiss. "I love the way you feel Jason. Strong, velvety, I can feel how much you want me." She whispered. "And I want you too. There's nothing I want more than to get on my knees, and run my nails up your thighs. . . ." She smiled slowly as Jason's fingers tightened in her hair, and he tried to force her mouth lower.
"You're making me crazy Carly." He gulped as her thumb slid across the head of his penis. He arched against the tiles trying to increase the pressure.
Nipping at his ear, Carly purred. "Really?" She slid carefully down his wet body, to rest on her knees. She placed her cheek on his thigh, and took a nip at the skin there, causing him to jump.
He could feel her hands cupping his buttocks as her nails lightly scored them. The feel of her breath against his arousal, and the spray from the shower sent his senses into overdrive. The first brush of her lips was fleeting and caused him to jerk, and his knees to lock.
Carly's tongue darted out, lashing across the tip of his penis lightly, never lingering. "Do you like that?" She asked, her eyes taking in the tight line of his jaw.
"Stop playing around Carly." Jason grunted when her hands gripped him tighter. "Please."
"Your wish is my command." She replied holding his tight buttocks in her hands, she slid her lips over the end of his penis, just holding him there as her tongue swirled around lightly, loving the sight of him with his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open.
Jason groaned feeling the tight, wet seal of her lips encompass him tightly. He was dying. Each warm soft inch was killing him slowly. At least he would die a happy, well loved man. Carly's mouth sank down on him as she began a fast rythym. He doubled over, unable to stand upright with the blazing desire flooding his veins. He was so close. . . . .her lips pulled him tight and her fingers slid to the base of his erection fondling the sac there. Close. He took a deep breath, and with a low moan pulled her away, savoring every milimeter. When she looked up at him with a quesitoning gaze he forced himself to take a deep breath. "I don't want this over so soon Carly." He confessed as he helped her to her feet. Once she was standing, Jason turned, and pressed her against the tiles, his legs placed between her thighs as he gently rocked her back and forth. His lips settled on the curve of her throat, licking at the moisture there, hen taking sharp bites.
As his thigh rubbed against her mound, Carly's hips moved of their own accord seeking release. She was wild for him. She gasped when he lifted her in the tight space of the shower, and nudged the door open with his shoulder. She shivered as the cool air shocked her skin, makning goosebumps form, and her nipples pull into tighter crests.
Depositing her on the bed, Jason positioned her so that she was stretched perfectly. He lifted her hands to rest on either side of her head. "Leave them there." He commanded, gliding down her body, and spreading her legs wide, bending her knees.
Carly's head thrashed slowly on the pillow feeling the cool air blowing over her damp open body. Then she felt Jason's hands smooth up one leg, only to be followed by his lips. And back down the other. "Please Jason." The words barely made it through her tight throat.
Jason merely smiled, and settling himself between her thighs. He inhaled the spicy scent that he'd remembered in the back of his mind all this time. It was uniquely Carly. Before tasting her, he whispered quietly. "I love you." Then darted his tongue out to sip from the heart of her.
Carly's hands clenched the pillow cases, to keep from jerking him away from the most sensitive part of her. The sensation was incredible. It was as if Jason knew every touch, lick, that made her toes curl. She gasped as his tongue slid further inside, moving with strong jabs as her hips twisted, and her breath caught in her throat. "Please." When his teeth dragged carefully over her clit in response, Carly screamed, bucking against his mouth. "Oh Jason!"
She was flushed, and arched perfectly for his next touch. Jason pulled back slowly. The taste of her still on his lips. She shivered when he blew a breath over her moist mound, edging the heat and ache up another notch. He was tempted to bring her to orgasm and send her over the edge just to hear her chant his name, and watch her face. But he was so close himself he knew the sound of her voice when she found her release would be enough to make him come. He slowly kissed his way up her body, taking extra care with her breasts. When he reached her mouth, his tongue snaked out and streaked over her lips. Giving her a taste of herself. When her eyes turned coal black, he smiled. "You taste perfect. Once isn't enough. I want to drown in - - "
Carly doesn't let him finish before devouring his mouth. When she pulls away there is a wild gleam in her eyes. "Jason. I love you. But if you don't make love to me right now, I will go out there and find a bell boy."
Laughing, Jason pulled her into an embrace, and rolled her over so that he was beneath her. "Take me now or lose me for---" He can't finish that sentence either when Carly slips onto him in one deep, long thrust. "Oh God." She was so tight and hot, he thought he might spontaneously combust. His hands clamped down hard on her hips as she began to move up and down on his shaft. The pace was fast. They'd had their time to take things slowly, now their bodies were clammoring for release.
Carly's nails dug deeply into his chest, feeling him buried inside her so deeply. Every nerve and muscle tightened in her body, signaling her release. She rode him faster, gasping out his name like a mantra as the pleasure built to an overwhelming peak.
Jason pulled her closer, his breathing irregular as a final thrust drove her over the edge, and him spiraling into his own exquisite release.
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