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  She gasped, her reaction making her hand tighten even more around his cock. He seemed to like it, so she squeezed harder and then released him, playing with the pressure until his breathing became more laboured and the first drop of pre come appeared.

  They lay together, each pushing the other towards their peak. He turned his body towards her and sucked her nipple into his mouth, roughly rolling his tongue over it, and she exploded. Her hand pumped his cock up and down, frantically needing something to hold onto, all thoughts of hurting him were gone from her mind.

  She needn't have worried, her rough handling tipped him over the edge too, and he filled her hand with his seed while his fingers worked deep inside her making her ride out her orgasm until she was spent.

  Her sex throbbed, contracting around his fingers which probed deeper and deeper. His teeth grazed her nipple, as he fought for control. In the last haze of her orgasm she smiled happily to herself, she had hopefully not disappointed him, now she wanted to know how much more of her he wanted.

  They lay breathlessly together; he wrapped his strong arms around her and drew her close to him.

  “That was something else.”

  “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I should go and wash.”

  “Don’t be too long,” he said, kissing her on the cheek and releasing her.

  Jess didn’t really want to get up and go to the bathroom; he would see all her wobbly bits as she walked. But she didn’t want to get her robe either, she felt as though covering herself up would mean an end to the evening, and she didn't want that. Not one bit.

  So she stumbled to the bathroom, hoping he wasn’t watching, and pushed the door firmly to. Turning on the tap she washed her hands quickly, and then glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

  Her face and body looked flushed, but she had to admit it looked good on her, she felt sexy and free for the first time in her life. Jason knew how exactly what it was like to be judged on your looks, although for completely opposite reasons to her, but she felt closer to him because of it.

  When she went out he was lying on her bed, hands resting behind his head watching her.

  “So do you have any preference to position?”

  She stopped dead in her tracks, not caring that he was taking in the fullness of her curves. “Position?”

  “Yes, do you like being on top, or on all fours? I’m happy with whatever you enjoy the most.”

  She had never had such a frank conversation about sex. The problem was she had only experienced the missionary position, and then she had felt like a bystander in the whole thing.

  “I’m not sure.” She lowered her eyes and looked down at the hotel room carpet, noticing a dark stain on it for the first time. She glared at the stain, trying to decide what exactly it was. Anything than meeting his eyes.

  He moved, kneeling up on the edge of the bed in front of her. “We can do this anyway you want, honey. As long as I get to bury myself in here.”

  His fingers stroked her thigh, and pressed against her sex, sliding in with ease. He worked them in and out, and her arousal grew, smothering her embarrassment like a blanket.

  “I think you'd like that too. Wouldn't you?”

  “Hmmm.” That was all she could get out, her thighs parted to let him go deeper.

  “Then why don’t you see how you like it on top. I can get real deep that way, and I want to see these jiggling about when you move.”

  He kissed the very tips of her nipples, and they grew instantly hard and needy. Jason took her hand and pulled her onto the bed. He moved right back so he was sat up, leaning against the headboard, his cock long and proud in front of him.

  Once he was ready he helped her straddle him, and held his cock for her to lower herself onto. She felt the head of it pressed against her outer lips, then they parted and he slid into her sex.

  This was the first time she had been in control like this. Jason held her hips and steadied her as she lowered herself down. Slowly he slid into her, deeper and deeper, until she thought she could take no more of him. Then as she began to panic, she found herself seated in his lap, fully impaled on him.

  He held her still and her sex throbbed against the size of him, her muscles aching at the fullness. Then he guided her, circling her hips so he stretched her around him even more, her body yielded to him completely, and the feeling of him inside her was a thrill beyond anything she had ever know.

  No one had ever told her, or showed her, sex could be like this. After a few minutes of his guidance she took over the rhythm and tempo, boldly raising herself up and down to allow him to slide in and out.

  Her breasts did indeed jiggle, and he placed his palms over them, chafing her skin with the roughness of his palms. Jess threw her head back and lost herself to her senses. She rode him hard, raising herself up onto her knees so he was almost out of her, before sliding roughly back down.

  A whimpering sound came from her as she approached her orgasm, and she didn't care, no longer worried about what he thought of her. She knew he was enjoying this as much as she was, and that his climax was close. He had begun to thrust upwards, raising his hips off the bed when she raised herself up, trying to keep himself inside her hot wet sex.

  He pulled her towards him and he kissed her fiercely, his hands going around her and gripping her shoulders so she had to stay down on him, then he thrust hard and fast, and his seed filled her. The warmth of him spurting inside her, and the grinding of his cock against her sex brought her to her own climax.

  She circled her hips, alternating between rocking back and forth on him, trying to stimulate the sensitive flesh of her sex in every way. She cried out, not caring who heard her, she felt a wild abandonment, something she had never experienced in any part of her life. The straight laced advertising executive was now buried beneath her heated desire.

  After they had both finished she remained astride him, not wanting to lose the closeness of their bond. She rested her head on his shoulder and he stroked her back, both their bodies relaxing.

  An air of contentedness enveloped them, and at some point they separated and fell asleep in each other's arms.

  Chapter Three

  The wedding speeches were over and the cake had been cut. Everything had gone perfectly, and Paul and Rachel were happily taking to the floor for the first dance. Jess looked around the room, searching for Jason; they were supposed to be the next couple onto the dance floor.

  There he was, coming towards her, straightening his tie. He looked fantastic, like something out of the movies; she could never get over the fact that he was hers. Deep inside she always expected something to go wrong, but they had been dating for two months now and she was so in love with him it hurt.

  “Hey, ready?” he asked, taking her hand.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be, you know this really isn't my thing.”

  Dancing had never been something she enjoyed or was good at, she always seemed too clumsy. Jason had spent many patient hours propelling her around the local dance studio helping to get her up to a standard she felt wouldn’t embarrass everyone. He had told her many times she was doing great, but she struggled to believe he wasn’t being biased, or trying to get out of more practising.

  They moved towards the dance floor, her stomach in a nervous knot. Paul and Rachel looked so refined as they glided across the floor. Perhaps she could say she had a headache or something, there was no way she could do this, especially when everyone’s eyes turned to look at them.

  Jason felt her hesitate, and squeezed her hand. “Trust me, you will be wonderful.”

  She looked at him, and her heart filled with love for him, if she was awful than at least she knew Jason would be there to support her. It also gave her more faith in him; he was willing to take to the dance floor with the worst partner in the room.

  “OK.” She nodded and he swept her into his powerful embrace and they moved onto the dance floor.

  Jess held her breath, trying to concentrate on what her feet
were supposed to be doing.

  “Relax, breath and just let go. Enjoy yourself.” He looked down at her, and smiled that killer smile.

  Dazzled by him she let her breath out. Immediately she felt the beat of the music and everything came back to her. The two of them revolved gracefully around, passing Paul and Rachel, who mouthed “Wow,” at her. She smiled and for once in her life felt normal, happy in her body. That was what Jason had taught her time and time again. It was what was inside that counted.

  Other couples joined them, the dance floor filling up with couples whirling around. Jess grinned up at Jason, her word felt complete. This was the happiest she had been, ever, and she could have danced all night. However Jason manoeuvred them to the edge of the dance floor.

  “We did it. Who would have thought that two months ago we were the best of enemies? But here we are.” He sounded relieved

  “Yes, here we are. It has been a fabulous day, and no one fainted.”

  He laughed. “There was a moment, before you and Rachel arrived when I thought Paul was going to puke.”

  She laughed with him, both relieved that Paul had held it together.

  “It'll seem so weird not having this to plan, it seems I’ve spent the last two months visiting every bridal shop in town.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her neck, murmuring, “I think you’ve forgotten all the other things you’ve been doing for two months.”

  “Jason, don’t.” She slapped him playfully. “It’s been hard enough keeping my hands off you today as it is.”

  He turned and kissed her on the lips, his tongue running lightly along the inside of her lip. Jess thought her knees would give way, she wanted him right now, and only the thought of all the other people in the room stopped her from grabbing him and stripping his tux off his godlike body.

  “Why don’t you meet me upstairs in ten minutes? I’m quite sure no one will miss us for half an hour.”

  “We shouldn't. What about Paul and Rachel?”

  “Don’t worry; I’ll go tell them we're just going to freshen up.”

  “They'll know what we're really doing.”

  He moved in closer and stroked her breast and through the satin of her dress it felt wonderful.

  “Do you really care? I mean it’s not as though they wouldn’t understand, I bet they can’t wait to get into bed for the first time as man and wife.” He moved away from her and then fixed Jess with a look she couldn’t quite read. “I know that's how I’d feel on my wedding day.”

  Before she could answer he was moving across the crowded dance floor towards Paul and Rachel, who were dancing close, caught up in each other. Jess sighed and looked at them wistfully; it must be the best feeling in the world to be so happy on your wedding day.

  Turning she left the noise behind her and headed for the stairs, it was only when she was halfway up she remembered Jason had the key. Turning she went back down, expecting to meet him coming to join her. Retracing her steps she went back towards the wedding celebrations, but still couldn’t see Jason.

  Standing on the edge of the dance floor she scanned the room for him. Jess could see Paul and Rachel still dancing together, but Jason was no where near them. Perhaps he had been waylaid by another guest, so she kept looking.

  Then she saw him, he was hard to miss really, being so tall. Jess watched in horror as a beautiful young woman wrapped herself around him, and kissed him on the cheek. She felt sick, so that was why he had wanted to get rid of her, he had planned to spend some time with another woman.

  The full horror of the situation hit her, the wedding was over, Paul and Rachel had had the perfect wedding with their two closest friends getting on well. Jason had engineered this whole relationship, fed her all the lines she needed to hear to get her to go along with this sham. Now he didn’t need to be nice to her he had dumped her.

  Covering her mouth with her hand she struggled to breathe, and no matter how much she wanted to leave she stood transfixed, watching.

  Jason smiled at the young woman, and she threw her head back and thrust her pert breasts forward, making it quite clear she wanted him. Jess had seen it so many times, but she had believed Jason when he said that was in his past, how gullible she was.

  She wondered if this had been going on the whole time, if he had been seeing other women behind her back. The image of the two women talking and laughing about her flashed into her head. Perhaps Jason had been laughing at her for the last two months.

  She thought her heart would break, how blind she had been, how naive. Of course a man like Jason wouldn’t want a woman like her. Not when he could have a slim beauty like the one he was with now.

  As though her world moved in slow motion she managed to walk away from the sight that had shattered her dreams. She had to go and compose herself, this was still the wedding of her best friend and she wouldn’t spoil it, not over a man.

  The cool evening air drifted in through the doors leading out to the garden, and that was where she headed. It would be dimly lit and she could slip into the shadows for a while. No one would notice, and no one would really care.

  She stifled a sob, unable to fool herself any longer. This was the most hurtful thing anyone had ever done to her, and she didn’t know how she was going to get through it. Her best friend, Rachel, would be going on honeymoon and wouldn’t be there to advise her and console her. Worse she couldn’t even tell her, because it would be on her mind when all she should be thinking about was Paul.

  Almost stumbling down the steps she walked across the lawn to the arbour where a bench was half hidden by roses. When she reached the bench she sat down heavily, and was about to cover her face and cry when she heard her name being called.

  “Jess, Jess where are you?”

  It was Jason. She didn’t know whether to ignore him or have it out with him right now.

  “Jess. Are you out here?” He sounded concerned.

  She couldn’t avoid him for the rest of the evening. “Yes, I’m here.”

  He came straight to her. “Jess, what's wrong? What happened?”

  He sat beside her and took her hand, the feel of his big warm hands so reassuring, but so treacherous.

  “What happened? I don’t know, you tell me what happened?” she asked accusingly between sobs.

  “Hey, honey. I don’t understand.”

  Trying to speak through her sobs she told him. “I saw you with her.”

  “With who?”

  “That woman, she was all over you.”

  “What?”

  “Don’t insult me by denying it. I guess you just wanted to keep me sweet for the wedding.”

  “Jess. Is that really what you think of me?”

  She sobbed, the force of them threatening to tear her apart.

  He put his arm around her and drew her close to him; she didn’t have the strength to pull away.

  “She was one of Paul's work colleagues, Angela, or something. A little tipsy, and wanted to dance. I told her I couldn’t and she grabbed hold of me. I didn’t want to be rude. I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea. But seriously, you think I’m capable of fooling you into thinking I love you?”

  Jess tried to calm herself, taking deep shuddering breaths. “I know you're too good for me, everyone can see it. I mean look at you in that tux, most women here today would love to have a man like you.”

  “But I only want a woman like you.”

  “I don’t deserve you.”

  “You know, for a super smart woman, you can be real stupid sometimes.”

  She tried to laugh, but erupted in sobs again.

  “Hey, come on. This is supposed to be a happy day.”

  “I’m sorry. I’ve spoilt it after all.”

  “Not yet.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, there is one more thing I have to do today, and it’s down to you as to whether it makes the day perfect, or a disaster.”

  Jess had no idea what he meant, and wondered if he had
something planned for when Paul and Rachel went off on their honeymoon.

  “OK. What do I have to do?” She went to get up, but he put his hand on her arm to make her stay seated, instead he got up.

  And then knelt down in front of her, on one knee.

  “Jess. I love you, and I hope you love me too. And despite what you think, you are the only woman for me. So...will you marry me?”

  Jess sat still, absolutely stunned as he pulled a small box out of his suit pocket, Opening it he revealed the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen, I t must have cost him a small fortune.

  “Jason, it’s beautiful.”

  “I know. It was my grandmother's. She wore it everyday for the sixty years she was happily married. Now I want you to wear it, for as many years, or more.”

  He took it out of the box and held it against the tip of her finger. “So what do you say?”

  She reached out her right hand and stroked his handsome face. “Yes, a million times yes.”

  He slipped the ring onto her finger. “There, now the whole world will know you are mine.”

  She giggled, happier than she could have ever imagined. “Maybe I should get you one. Or a great big badge that says “Hands Off He’s Mine”.”

  “You know I’ll never hurt you, right?” he asked, very seriously.

  She smiled at him, and nodded. “I’m sorry I doubted you. But most of the time I don’t understand why you chose me.”

  “Because I love you, and now I hope you believe me.”

  She cradled his head in her arms, and kissed him, hoping that this would tell him more than any words she could say how much he meant to her. She also made a silent promise to herself, never again would she doubt him.

  She couldn’t live like that, and Jason didn’t deserve her suspicious mind. He had never been anything but honest with her, she knew that. Tonight had been stupid, too much wine and excitement, she felt over awed by it all.

  Lifting her hand she admired the ring he had given her. Then she flung her arms around him and squealed in delight. “We're engaged!”