The One (5 page)

~Chapter 9~

As the party went on, we ate and cut the cake,
followed by lots of dancing. As promised, there were lots of requests for Jason
and
I
to kiss, and (if I remembered correctly) Ty owed
over twenty thousand dollars to the charity of Jason’s choice.

By midnight the crowd thinned as the older
family members decided to go to bed. The younger crowd packed the dance-floor
and continued the party by singing along with the band and dancing (and
drinking) so vigorously that they spilled alcohol all over the dance-floor.

Jason grabbed my hand.

“Let’s go,”
he whispered before pulling me away from the crowd and out into the
hotel hallway.

I giggled. My elevated mood and low tolerance
for alcohol put me in a euphoric, giggly mood.

“But what if they notice we’re gone?”

Jason stopped and pushed me up against the
wall with his hips. I bit my lip.

“They won’t notice we’re gone. And if they do,
they’ll expect us to change into something more comfortable anyway.”

Jason was right. I left a shorter, lighter
dress in our hotel room in case the muggy air became too hot and I wanted to
change. But I couldn’t let Jason off the hook quite so easily.

Pulling away, Jason pulled my hand and tugged
me along.

“I guess that means you couldn’t wait,” I
said.

Jason stopped again. He turned to look at me,
but didn’t push himself into me like he had moments ago. His lips curled up
into a smile.

His lips looked delicious.

A part of me wanted to push
him
against
the wall.

“If you want me to keep waiting, we can go
right back to the reception hall,” he said.

“No.”

Jason smiled.

“Who’s giving in now?”

“Shut up and come here.” I pulled him in close
and kissed him hard. Jason grabbed me tight. We stumbled backwards against the
door of our room, I fumbled with the doorknob as Jason maneuvered the key into
the slot, and once we fell into the room, Jason closed the door behind us.

Though I wanted the kiss to continue, Jason
ripped himself from me, walked across the room and stood by the bed where he
stared at me.

We both breathed hard and heavy with desire. My
body was hot, both because of Jason and dancing in a room with hundreds of
other people for five hours. There was tension in the air — the tension from
not being intimate with each other in a number of nights, kissing each other
all night, and the desire I felt knowing that Jason Powers was my husband.

This man married me.
I looked at Jason standing on the other side of the room. Though he
stood by the window, the moonlight filtering into the room did not allow me to
see his face.

In my long silk dress, I moved closer so I
could see him. I was near the window looking out towards the ocean. The window
was slightly ajar, allowing muggy heat to roll into the (
poorly
)
air conditioned room.

Jason took a step towards me. Moonlight lit
his face, allowing me to see his dark, mysterious eyes. In that moment, a cool
breeze came in through the window, cooling my hot skin.

“Just because I’m looking forward to this,
doesn’t mean I’m going to rush it,” Jason said as he took another step and
leaned into me, kissing my neck. I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles,
feeling his lips dance across my skin. His delicate fingers pushed my hair off
my neck and décolletage as he covered me with slow, meaningful kisses. Shivers
tingled down my spine and through my legs.

Jason’s lips hovered by my ear.

“And just because I’m tired of waiting, doesn’t mean
I won’t make you wait.”

Jason put a finger to my lips. His finger
slipped down and gently traced down my neck and shoulder, slipping off one
sleeve of my dress. Jason’s finger moved across my chest, slipping off the
other.

With my shoulders exposed, Jason dipped back
down, tracing gentle kisses across my collar bone. His hot breath tickled my
neck as he moved slowly, pressing his lips against my skin. His hands slipped
around my back, pulling the sleeves down and peeling the dress off my breasts
and tummy. I shivered with excitement as I was now half naked in front of my
new husband.

Jason’s fingers lingered around my hips as he
pushed the dress down. The silky material grazed my skin as it slipped off my
body and onto the floor.

The only two things I was wearing were a pair
of white silk panties and a thin lace garter belt around my upper thigh.

Jason’s eyes slid down my body, drinking me
in. An irregular pulse beat both in my heart and between my legs. An amused and
satisfied smile appeared on his face as he stepped back.

I stood in my panties and garter belt,
shivering with anticipation. A lone bead of sweat trailed from the underside of
my breast down my navel, but despite the heat my nipples were hard and aroused.

Jason kept his dark, mischievous eyes on me as
he stepped back a few steps. Without looking away, he undid the clasp of his
watch and put the heavy piece of jewelry onto the table next to him. Next, he
lifted his wrists and began undoing his cuff links. After placing the first
cuff link carefully next to his watch, he started on the other. His eyes
watched me with a careful intensity.

I watched him with careful patience.

After the cuff links were off, Jason pulled on
the sleeve of his jacket and pulled his arm out, followed by the other. After
carefully folding his jacket, he placed it on the back of the chair next to the
desk.

Could he make me wait any longer?

Jason then stretched out his arms before
loosening his collar and unbuttoning his starch white dress shirt. Starting at
the top, he took considerable care for each button. I watched, mesmerized by
his delicate, careful fingers as they manipulated each button as he moved down
his shirt. Finally, he pulled off the dress shirt and folded it meticulously before
placing it on the chair.

Feeling the tension between my legs, I bounced
gently from one foot to the other, rubbing my thighs against one another.

Though he was taking all the time in the
world, Jason still wore his undershirt and pants. My eyes grew wide as I
watched, becoming painfully aware of how horny I was.

Grabbing the bottom of his white undershirt,
Jason pulled it up over his head, giving me a proper view of his abs, pecs, and
arms. They flexed in the moonlight. I licked my lips, becoming more and more
aware of how naked and turned on I was. The area between my legs grew warmer
and I could tell that I was wet.

As Jason pulled the undershirt off his head,
he looked at me with that smirk,
those eyes.

Ugh, why was he making me wait?

His hands touched his belt buckle as he began
unbuckling it with just as much care as he paid to his shirt buttons.

Hurry up!

Once his belt was undone, he unbuttoned his
pants and unzipped the zipper. After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled
off his pants and dropped them to the floor, revealing his white boxer-briefs.

He was just as naked as I was now.

“We match,” he smirked.

“How pure of us.”
I smiled because I knew we were anything but.

He advanced towards me. I stepped backward but
there was nothing behind me but the bed. My knees buckled against the mattress
and I fell back onto it. Jason continued advancing and crawling over me as I
made myself comfortable in the middle of the bed.

Jason placed a finger between my breasts and
traced it down to my navel. I shivered with anticipation. He then touched my
garter belt, tracing his finger along the lace. Slipping one finger underneath,
he pulled the fabric off me, pulling it along my leg until he slipped it off my
foot. He then leaned down and kissed my foot, taking his time kissing his way
up my leg. His touch was so sensitive that every kiss sent a jolt through my
body, causing me to shake and tremble. The further up he got my leg, the more
excited I became. The area between my legs was pounding and throbbing by this
point, and I ached for Jason to hurry up and touch me.

Touch me.

My body involuntarily arched towards Jason,
beckoning him to slip his fingers between my legs. But Jason ignored my longing
and continued going slow, kissing my upper thigh now. His kiss moved over my
hip and he moved towards my panties.

His mouth pushed against my panties as he
breathed hot and heavy through the material. My clit throbbed wildly underneath
and I could feel the slippery wetness that had accumulated.

Yes.

Jason kissed me through the material and
slipped his fingers under the fabric over my hips, peeling the panties off my
sensitive legs. I throbbed with anticipation as Jason moved back up my body.

Yes.

I was wet and ready for him to touch me, to kiss me,
to…

But he moved past all the areas I wanted him
to touch and continued moving up my belly. His hungry lips tasted and savored
each section of my body as he kissed his way up my belly and chest. He used the
tip of his tongue to trace cool, delicate patterns on my hot skin. The delicate
sensation awoke all my hypersensitive nerves, like a fire spreading over a
field of oil.

As he moved, I felt his erection against my
thigh, gentle but firm. I jumped at his every touch. Feeling him lightly touch
my skin and push against me did something wild to me.

I couldn’t endure this sexual torture any longer!

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this,”
Jason whispered into my ear.

He positioned himself against the slippery passage
between my legs. Without any effort, he slipped comfortably inside me causing
me to cry out in relief as he filled me. I braced myself against him, curling
my leg around his, as my body throbbed wildly against him.

I had never been so wild with desire and
emotion before. I didn’t know where the arousal ended and the orgasm started,
but I didn’t want the latter to stop.

Flipping over so that Jason was on his back, I
sat on top of him, sinking deeper. I rocked my hips back and forth, nice and
slow, just as he was doing to me. A stifled cry escaped his throat as he looked
up at me. I kept my slow pace, hoping I could torture him just as much as he
tortured me. Every slow thrust, every trip up and down his shaft incited a moan
from both of us.

Jason reached up and pulled me down onto him,
squishing my breasts against his broad chest. He ran his fingers through my
hair and kissed me, hot and sloppy on the mouth. Our tongues reached far,
wrestling with each other. Our sweaty bodies grew hotter as we pressed against
one another, but the heat and the sweat was the furthest thing from our mind.

There was no more torturing or seducing
anymore. As we held and kissed each other, we did what we had been looking
forward to doing all night: showing our love to each other.

We kissed each other and rocked our hips
against one another until our toes curled. We grabbed onto the sheets as if we
were in danger of falling off. Jason stiffened and thrust deep inside me, encouraging
a loud and primal moan to escape my mouth. When we had spent all our energy, I
lay tight against him as he embraced me. We were both dripping sweat, but
neither of us wanted to let go.

“I love you, Mrs. Powers.” Jason nibbled on my
neck after a few minutes of quiet recovery passed.

I smiled. “I love you, Mr. Powers.”

He squeezed me tighter against him.

“What do you want to do now that we’re
married?” He pushed some strands of wayward hair off my forehead.

“I think we just did it.”

Jason let out a quiet laugh and squeezed me
again.

A cool breeze came in through the window,
cooling our hot skin. We both sighed in satisfaction. The wind died down and
all we could hear beyond our breath was the crashing of waves outside.

“Actually.”
I opened my eyes and looked out the window towards the ocean. “Going
for a swim doesn’t sound half bad right now.”

“Swim where?”

I pushed up off him and look at him with that
devilish smile he taught me.

“The ocean?”
He raised his eyebrows.

“Why not?”

He sat up with a new bout of energy. “This is
why I love you, Mrs. Powers.”

We both pushed off the bed and he began
walking towards our patio door which led out to the ocean.

“Jason!”

He stopped and looked at me. “What?”

“You can’t go naked.”

“Why not?”

“First of all, you’re practically a celebrity.
There could be paparazzi hanging out somewhere.”

Jason shrugged and continued reaching for the
door handle.