His Rose

A/N: Having troubles with adding chapters. Weird.
Anyway, this chapter took longer to write than I thought it would, sorries. It also happens to be the first sex scene I've ever written (seriously, ever), so if you felt like dropping me a review to tell me what you think I'd sure appreciate it.

They just sat together on the couch for a long time - Jason running his fingers over the planes of her face and Rose placing feather-light kisses along his neck and jaw. Every time she did, a jolt went through Jason’s body, his stomach tightening in a way that was not entirely unpleasant.

After half an hour of this, Rose suddenly pulled away and shifted position. She slid one knee between Jason’s legs, squirming over on top of his lap until she was straddling his leg. Her jean-clad thigh brushed against his groin, and his blood rushed there, his pants suddenly tight. Rose leaned in, pressing her chest against his as she laid a kiss on his jaw.

“Jason,” she breathed in his ear. The huskiness of her voice sent another rush of blood to his groin, and his pants got even more constricting. “Please, touch me.”

Jason obeyed, running his hands over her neck, shoulders, back, and hips in endless, exploring patterns. Rose let out a tiny little moan, pressing herself tighter against him. His fingers, inexperienced as they were, set her nerves on fire.

It wasn’t long before Jason discovered the strip of bare flesh between her jeans and top. His hands lingered there for a moment, feeling the softness of her skin. Slowly, cautiously, he let his hands creep up underneath her shirt. The moment she shifted in his lap, he froze, not wanting to stop his explorations of her skin, but afraid she didn’t like it.

Rose pulled her body away from Jason’s for just a moment, forcing his hands to settle on her hips. She pulled off her shirt in a flash, then a moment later pulled off her bra. The sight of her exposed breasts, the light pink nipples just beginning to harden, drove Jason crazy. Instinctively, he pulled her closer, thrusting his hips up against hers in a desperate need for friction.

Noticing for the first time the bulge in the front of his pants, the sight sent a wave of desire through Rose, but the size scared her a little. She wasn’t a virgin, but she hadn’t had that many lovers either. Already she could tell that Jason was larger than anyone she had been with before.

“Jason,” she said, pressing a restraining hand to his chest. She could see it in his eye as he slowly regained his focus. “Go slow with me, okay?”

Jason nodded, fighting the urge to throw her on the couch and take her hard and fast. Never before in his life had he felt this intense desire, and now that he knew what it was like, he had to fight hard to retain control. Rose was his good girl, he told himself. He didn’t want to hurt her on accident. If she said to go slow, he would go slow. He stroked the side of her face, nodding again.

Rose smiled at him, her expression holding just a hint of nervousness. She caught his large hand in both of hers as it fell from her face, and placed it against her breast. Jason massaged it slowly, feeling her nipple hardening in his hand. He ran his thumb over the hard nub, causing Rose’s breath to quicken. He did it again, then took it between his thumb and forefinger and pinched gently.

Rose gasped in pleasure, arching her back and pressing her chest into his hand. “Jason,” she pleaded, grabbing his hand and moving it to the top of her jeans. “Please,” she gasped.

Jason obliged, and pulled at the waistband of her pants, snapping the thread that held the button. He pulled the zipper of her jeans down. Pressing his hand against the soft skin of her stomach, he slid his hand inside her panties.

Moaning, Rose pressed herself against his muscular body, pushing her hips into his hand. The movement made Jason even more excited, and his hips involuntarily rose off the couch, pressing the bulge in his pants against her thigh. The friction felt so good. When Rose pressed herself harder against his hand, he responded by dipping one finger inside her folds.

Rose’s hips bucked, and she let her face fall into the dip between his neck and shoulder. She panted against his skin as he swirled his finger around the hard nub between her legs.

Jason’s cock ached more than ever now, and he desperately wanted her to touch it. He remembered what she had done with his hand, placing it where she wanted to be touched. Gently, he took one of her small hands in his large one, and slid it down his muscled chest and stomach to the bulge in his pants.

Rose turned her face into his neck, and he could feel her lips spreading into a smile. One-handed, she unbuttoned the top of his pants and unzipped his fly. She reached in and freed his manhood, running her fingers softly from base to tip.

Jason groaned deep in his throat. He turned his head and buried his masked face in her hair, breathing in her scent. He pulled his hand from her pants, resting it on her hip instead. He thrust into her hand, his breathing getting heavier as she began, excruciatingly slowly, to stroke him. Rose moaned as one of his hands traced its way around her breast, then cried out when he tweaked her nipple. She turned her face slightly to look at him, and caught a glint of amusement in his eye.

She pressed her body against him, placing a kiss on his jaw before pulling away. Jason grabbed her wrist, trying to put her hand back on his cock, but she shook her head and pulled away. Instead, she sank to her knees on the floor in front of him. Pushing his knees apart with her hands, she leaned in and flicked her tongue at the head of his shaft.

Jason grunted in surprise. Rose tilted her head back to look at him, then lowered it once more and took him in her mouth. Jason’s head fell back, his eyes closing in ecstasy. He had never felt anything like this before, the feeling of her soft, sweet mouth around him, her tongue circling the shaft and running over the head. He wanted nothing more than to thrust hard into that warm, moist mouth. He gripped the arm of the couch hard to keep from doing so, barely noticing the cracking sound the wooden frame made.

She licked and sucked for a moment more, then, with a final flick of her tongue, she pulled away. Jason looked up, his eyes begging for more. Rose just smiled at him and dropped her jeans and panties to the floor. He just stared at her beautiful naked body, completely losing track for a moment as he took in the luscious curve of her waist, her pale breasts with their erect nipples, and the triangle of springy curls between her legs.

Without even consciously deciding to do so, he leapt off the couch, shedding clothing as he went. When he reached her, he took her body in his arms, feeling the wonderful texture of her skin with his whole body. Rose pressed against him, caressing the muscles of his chest with one hand.

Jason pushed her to the couch and helped her lie back. He took every opportunity to run his fingers over her beautiful, smooth skin as he spread her legs and settled himself between them. He knew what came next - he had seen the teenagers in his woods doing it often enough.

Her hand pressed lightly against his chest, restraining. “Go slow, remember,” she reminded him. Jason nodded absently, not really paying attention. Pressing the head of his member against her entrance, he paused for a brief second, then pushed in with one strong motion.

Rose grunted as his manhood stretched her painfully. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. Forcing her muscles to relax enough to let him move freely was difficult - he was so big. Still, the next time he pushed into her it didn’t hurt as much, and by the third stroke it was more pleasure than pain.

Jason, too, had his eyes closed, focusing on moving as slowly as he possibly could. She was so tight and warm, and it felt so much better than anything he had ever felt before, it was hard to control himself. He could feel the difference as she started to relax, and when she began to moan he allowed himself to pick up the pace a little.

Beneath him, Rose shifted her hips, allowing him to go deeper as she wrapped a leg around his waist. Jason groaned deep in his throat, his thrusts picking up speed with the new angle. Rose arched her back as he hit a wonderful place deep inside her with every push. She gave a cry of pleasure, and he lost all control.

Jason seized her waist in one hand, grabbing it hard enough to bruise. With the other hand, he grabbed the couch, and began pounding into her in a fast, erratic rhythm. Rose gave another cry, lost in ecstasy. She could feel something building in her lower stomach, and each thrust brought her closer. Finally, she came, crying Jason’s name out as she did so.

The feel of her inner muscles clenching around his length was too much for Jason. With a few final thrusts, he came hard, spilling his seed inside her and letting out a massive groan from the back of his throat. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of her.

They lay that way for a long time, until Jason recovered enough to think he must be crushing her. He pulled out his softened member and stood up. Rose opened her eyes and smiled up at him lazily. Gesturing with one hand at the door to the bedroom, she said, “We can both lie down in there.”

Jason picked her up gently, Rose wrapping her arms around his neck as he did so. He carried her to the bed and set her down, lying next to her on top of the covers. She snuggled up to him, and he felt the strange tightening in his chest once again. He carefully raised one hand and stroked her hair as she pressed her face against his bare chest.

His mother’s voice had been right, he thought. She was his good girl.