“That’s not true. You said you got a job sewing. Tell me about it.”
I laid my head back on his arm and smiled. I liked talking about my job, but no one ever asked me.
JASON
It was soft and warm and smelled f**king amazing. I pulled it closer and buried my head against it. A soft moan and a shift in just the right area woke me from the dream to reality. Opening my eyes, I realized Jess was the soft, delicious body I was trying to climb inside of. She was tucked against my chest. At some point we had fallen asleep on the sofa and had managed to spoon. I moved my hand, to find it full of bare, soft flesh. Shit, I was feeling her up in my sleep.
She pressed the boob I was holding into my hand and let out a soft moan. The semi hard-on I had went to full blown in seconds. I knew I should move my hand. She was sleeping and vulnerable. I knew I shouldn’t be touching her tits. Although they felt like heaven.
Her legs were tucked in between mine, and her perfect, round ass was pressing against my erection. How the hell was she sleeping through this? Slowly I moved my hand away from her, using all my willpower not to go back and play with the hard nipple that brushed my palm. Slipping my hand out of her shirt, I moved her top down as far as it would go, which wasn’t very far. It left a small portion of her stomach bare. I rested my hand over her shirt and as far away from her extremely tempting chest as possible.
We had talked for hours. Then she had started yawning and I had started playing with her hair. The idea of taking her home wasn’t appealing. Not when I had to leave on Sunday. I wasn’t willing to give her up just yet. So we went to sleep on the couch. We were still in our clothes.
The only things she had told me that made me remotely happy were that she had a job she loved and that the ex boyfriend who had been harassing her was now married. He had been forced to marry the girl he’d gotten pregnant to prevent her from moving off to Arkansas with his kid. She hadn’t talked about the other guy, though. Not once. But then, I’d asked her not to.
Jess cuddled closer to me and shivered. I reached behind me and grabbed a white blanket to pull over her. I wasn’t moving, though. According to the clock it wasn’t even six in the morning yet. I had hours left of this.
Jess pressed back against me. “ ’S cold,” she mumbled.
I gave up trying not to touch her too much and used my body to warm her up by getting under the blanket with her. She made a pleased sound and began wiggling her ass again. I bit back a groan and tried to think about anything other than her body.
“You’re warm,” she said sleepily, and settled back down once she had burrowed against me so hard all I could feel was her body.
I pressed a kiss to her temple. As much as I wanted to promise her more, I knew I couldn’t. It would be wrong to ask for a relationship when I never knew if I would have time away on the weekends. Then there were my parents, and I had to deal with them. My mother was going to go apeshit when she found out I was taking off next semester and traveling.
Jess needed her freedom, but I had to have some sort of connection to her. I missed her. I liked being near her. While she was willing to give me this much, I would take it.
She began moving her ass against me again. But this time there was a rocking movement to it. I grabbed her hip to still her.
“Don’t. You like it, I feel it,” she said. Her voice had the thick sound of sleep. She reached for my hand that was on her stomach and moved it up to cover one of her tits. I squeezed it gently, and she arched into it, then threw her hand up and slid it behind my head. I could see my hand on her as the creamy, smooth flesh rose up out of the top of her shirt.
“Are you awake?” I asked, wanting desperately to slip my hand back under her shirt.
“Yes,” she breathed, and threw a leg over mine so that when she rocked back, my erection brushed closer to the heat between her legs.
I started to slip my hand under her shirt but grabbed the bottom of it instead and pulled it off. Her br**sts bounced free from the tight halter top, and I filled my hands with them. I’d seen a lot of boobs, but never had I seen any this perfect. Jess arched her back, giving me an even better view of how good they looked in my hands.
She opened her legs wider, trying so hard to get the friction she needed for a release. Slipping my hand down her stomach, I pulled the short skirt up, and Jess cried out in anticipation. I played with the top of her panties, running my finger back and forth as she squirmed.
“Please,” she begged.
“What is it you want?” I asked, pressing a kiss to her ear.
“Touch me, God, please, touch me,” she panted. Her legs were wide open, and I could smell her arousal, which was about to push me over the edge. I slid a finger inside the lacy fabric, and Jess gasped and stilled. Her br**sts rose and fell, causing them to bounce beautifully while she waited for me to move lower.
When my finger brushed her clit, she cried out my name and threw her head back. Fuck, that was hot. I ran one finger down the slick folds, and then I brought it up to my mouth to taste her as she watched me.
“So sweet,” I whispered, then moved my hand back down to touch her through the soaking-wet cotton crotch of her panties. “We need to take these off,” I told her, and she nodded frantically.
I reached up and unzipped the skirt because it was going too. Then I shoved them both down until she had to shimmy them the rest of the way and then kick them to the floor.
“Jason,” she breathed, opening her legs to me again. The room smelled like sex with her open like that. I was beginning to think I didn’t have to go back to school. I could just live down here with Jess naked on this couch with me.
“Yeah?” I asked, kissing her neck while I moved my hand back to cover her smooth, wet mound.
“Take off your pants,” she said, moving her hips against my hand.
“Why? I’m taking care of you,” I told her as I pressed my thumb over her clit.