It's been a long while since I posted the last chapter. Life happened. But now, without further ado here's chapter 5!

Jason looked down at the woman resting below him on his chest looking like a well sated cat. Jenna. Sweet, sexy and exhilirating Jenna. It blew his mind and almost his penis when she readily complied to his demands and offered herself to him in one of the illustrations from her book.

Watching Jenna comply readily to his demands and planting her hands on the floor, her beautiful round ass up in the air for him as if on a platter was a sight he'd never forget. Not even if he'd develop alzheimer's.

Jason fingered through the strands of her hair. It was soft like silk. His hand threaded through the softness and held on. He pressed his lips on her temple. Jenna chose that moment to wake up, her eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him. His cock hardened in an instant.

She smiled a smile so warm and expressive Jason wondered why they didn't hook up sooner.

"Hhmm," Jenna mumbled. "Is it morning yet?"

Jason glanced at the window. It wasn't quite as dark as when he woke up half an hour ago to watch Jenna sleep. "Not quite," he replied then looked down back at her. He wiggled his brows and said, "Which means plenty of time for another round."

Jason watched as Jenna's skin flushed a lovely rose pink. After what they just did he didn't think he could say or do anything to make her blush. But he loved it.

His fingers left her hair and caressing her back, the path of her flushed skin down to her butt and squeezed.

She gasp and his cock swelled ever more it became painful. Jenna lifted up, pulled away the sheet covering their bodies and looked down between them at his erection. Her breath hitched and she quickly glanced back at him with a gleam in her eyes.

"Are you always this hard in the morning?" she asked.

Jenna slowly sat up and straddled herself over his legs. His gaze focused on the triangular patch of dark hair pointing down to her folds, already glistening wet for him. Grasping her waist he lifted her up over his length their gazes locked as she hovered above him.

Damn, he could have this woman one-hundred and one ways, probably all yoga positions, and he'd never tire of wanting to sink into her warm sheath. After one taste he already knew he was ruined for other women.

Her hands glided over him, splaying across his chest, moving up and down, all of her previous shyness gone. No, the woman before her rivalled the goddess of love Aphrodite herself. Her tongue darted out and licked her lower lip as she continued her perusal of him as if he was sex slave she was very interested in buying. And hell he didn't mind that at all.

Jason soon joined in showing off his goods to her astute eyes. He flex his pecs and his biceps. His tongue jutted out and licked his full bottom lip which rewarded him when Jenna -brown eyes now as dark and black as a starless sky- started rubbing up and down his cock.

He relished the feel of her but if she didn't stop he really will come like this. A travesty he'd never want to experience as nothing beat coming inside her as pussy clamped on his cock as she came too, milking him dry.

"Hungry," murmured Jenna. She looked down at him, her hair curtaining around her face. Wild and unreserved of her arousal, she started to buck harder and faster. Jenna gasped and Jason felt the tremors of a coming orgasm.

Shit.

"Not yet, Jenna," Jason gasped. He grasped her hips to slow her down but she was too frenzied. So sensitive and sensual she was in a berserker state to come. There was no stopping her. As a man, it boosted his ego that a woman would want him so bad that she'll writhe madly in his arms for him. But as a man who always made sure to please his woman there was no way he'd be satisfied in not making her come hard- not knowing where they other began or end- with his fingers, his tongue and more importantly his cock.

Jason knifed up the couch and lifted Jenna up with him, holding tight to her succulent ass. Ignoring her frantic cries of protest he moved her with him, he sat up on the couch, kicked and freed their legs from the blanke, planting his feet on the floor. Then drove her hips down impaling her on his shaft.

He bent down and suckled on nipple hard. Punishing. Her cries of ecstasy spurred him to meet he frantic thrust violently. Each one going deeper and deeper as if seeking legendary treasure buried far out of man's reach. A reach that she compelled him to reach with each shout of more, faster and harder she rang in his ears. Closer and closer, he met her where they were joined as one, reaching the yawning depth of oneness when he felt it. A bright, hot flash zipping through his spine to his ball and up his shaft to collide with the one ripping through Jenna.

He quickly unwrapped his arm from her waist, moving his hand between them and found her clit. He thumbed the bundle of nerves and together they exploded with an energy that can power a city for a month. The force of it nearly blinding him and covering him with the heat of warm summer summer day. Jenna was still coming, her tremors subsiding little by little as he pumped several times, his grunts mixing with her shouts, spilling his seed inside her until he swore there had to be none left in his sacs.

She collapsed against him, huddling into his chest gasping for air. Weakened himself, he held her in his arms and fell back into the couch his head rested on the back while looking up at her blurry ceiling.

Fuck. The woman fucked me so hard I now can't see straight.

Laughter reached his clouded his ears. He didn't realize what was so funny and after popping his ears it dawned him on that he said the words aloud.

Jason groaned.

"Really?" teased Jenna, laughter abaded. She rose up on her knees, took his face in her hands and gazed down at him, a rose blush staining her cheeks as she smiled shyly down at him. "I fucked you so hard you can't see straight?"

"Yeah," admitted Jason. There was no point in lying. She'd already heard him. He shifted his head and looked at her sideways. She had the look of a woman who had been thoroughly fucked. Never one to second guess his skills in the bedroom he wondered if she felt the same level of sensual rapture he did. Brows furrowed he asked, "What about you?"

Jenna's blush deepened. She nodded and answered in a rush, "Can't see, think, smell or hear straight. You fucked me so hard that I'm so very, very hungry."

Again? Jason arched his brow. He was known for his stamina but he was beginning to think that he might've met his match with this shy yoga instructor.

Then her stomach rumbled louder than a freight train. His own stomach joined hers. They looked at each other and laughed. He slowly lifted Jenna and pulled out of her, immediately regretting the loss. But they had to refuel. And with the burning look back in her eyes Jason knew they were going to need a lot of food.

***

It'd been almost a month since he and Jenna got together and he still couldn't believe his luck. With most of the women he had brief affairs or one night stands with over the past couple of years after signing up to serve his country be started to think that the whole 'lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed' type of a woman was a mythological tale. One more rare and impossible of existing than the golden fleece or unicorns.

Nor had he ever met a woman so flexible and fluid. Bending and stretching her limbs in smooth lines and loving grace Jason could easily imagine her being a professional contortionist street performer. But Jenna loved yoga. He wondered what prompted her to choose a career as a yoga instructor. She was bright, funny, smart and though shy, very passionate and driven. She could've done anything in any field with the same ease and grace she put into yoga. Not like she made a poor decision but in this day and age, it was all about STEM and STEM jobs. But something nagged at him that she didn't simply fall into it because she couldn't get a job anywhere else. Or that she got into it because it was fun and doesn't think she could do anything else.

No. There was more to it. And when he did ask, she hesitated for several seconds. He was sure she'd dodge answering but was surprised when she didn't. To her yoga saved her. It centered her, offering a respite the daily, painful barrage of people and living. She wouldn't say anymore of it but it left him with more questions. Was she abused when she was younger? Was shy cripplingly shy? Teased in school? So she turned to yoga as some sort solace from the pain? A refuse from those who bullied her?

Either way, Jason didn't see how pushing for more answers would help. He'd tell her more when she was ready. One conclusion he came to was that her three weird friends were her support system. He'd bet money that they backed her up in pursuing yoga as a career. And writing the book. There was no way he was wrong about this. Two of them were fortune tellers and he didn't know what the other one, Felisha-no Felicite'- did.

Yeah. Jason nodded to himself as he looked back to the report on his computer screen. With friends like those- loyal and tight knit- normal was not the safe word. A buzzing sound by his elbow alerted him he had a text. He looked at the screen and chuckled.

Well speak of the devil.

He swiped and unlocked the screen to read her message.

I'm not talking to you.

He chuckled again and recalled the text he sent an hour earlier during her class. He'd noticed that several of her poses were taken out of her sessions. It didn't take long to realize those same poses were ones they did intimately. So he started teasing her about it. It earned him a nice blush and eyes blazing with heated desire.

You're talking to me now.

Three dots appeared by her text bubble. Jason couldn't wait to read what his secret, sensual goddess wished to not say to him. He didn't have to wait long. Though she still blushed Jenna gotten quicker with her quips.

Texting is not talking.

Jason boomed with laughter. He picked up his phone and tapped the phone icon in their dialog box. She picked up immediately. A slow smile spread across his face -something he'd been doing a lot and his friends found suspicious- as he leaned back in his chair.

"What have I done now beautiful?"

"Don't you mean what haven't you done?" Jenna replied immediately in frustration. Concerned he sat up. He went over anything and everything he might've said and done to warrant her anger but couldn't come up with a thing. Aside from teasing her, his favorite past time, because he loved seeing how easily and real her affection for him shone through. They were like the bat signal, a beacon calling him to, her hero, to her side and wanting to ensnare her. Never let go. Wanting to kill any bastard who'd harm her. He'd tear off any of his own appendage responsible for her pain.

"Baby what happened," he demanded at a loss to what the problem was. He stood up and paced beside his desk, clenching and unclenching his fist. "Whatever it is I'm sorry. I'll fix it. I promise you."

Jenna didn't say a word.

Jason knew he was in trouble. A woman didn't blame you for something then didn't tell you what you did wrong. A man was supposed to know. And god help the man who didn't. Which was him and dread filled and hardened his insides like concrete as he realized his mistake. In his hurry to be her white knight, he'd stuck his big ass foot in his mouth.

Usually a smooth talker Jason was confused about what to do. His previous relationships never consisted of companionship and friendship. Or meeting the woman's friends. Or arguing over what movie to watch for movie night which was also scheduled for tonight at his house. They were all about sex. Seeking sensual release. A lot of time he'd lucked out with a hot tamali in his bed. A few times he gotten duds. But never did he have relationships.

Fuck.

He was in a relationship. With Jenna. Who thinks she's being blackmailed for sex. Fuck!

But first things first.

Jason plopped down on the edge of his desk and crossed his arm over his chest. He wasn't sure what to say but groveling a woman, his woman, for forgiveness seemed the best, viable course.

"Look. Jenna I'm sor-"

Peals of laughter escaped through her mouth and Jason knew he'd been had. He waited her out through her subsiding giggles and snorts and another round of raucous laughter all the while promising retribution he was sure she hadn't heard.

"Done yet?"

Jenna giggled again then cleared her throat. "Yeah. But I'd love to see your face. You were probably pacing around like a caged animal prepared to do some serious carnage for my honor.

Jason shrugged but inside he was elated over how she knew him so well. "You're not wrong."

"Hmm," she snorted cutely. Jason shook his head and smiled. He even found her snorts enchanting. "That's what you get. Now I have to change my yoga sessions with poses with ones we haven't already done."

"You should be thanking me, not mess with me." Jason sat back down at his desk.

"Really?" Jason heard the disbelief in her voice as well as the humor laced underneath. As much as she found it frustrating she couldn't help but find this laughable. Another thing he loved about her. How she wasn't afraid to laugh at herself.

"Yeah, really," answered Jason. "Think about it. They've probably hit an exercise plateau. Now that you've changed the routine up a bit-

"You mean a lot."

"They're busting through the plateau," Jason continued without a beat, "and pushing themselves."

"No matter what I'll you're just going to twist things around into something positive."

"No I don't twist anything around. I speak the truth."

"Right." Jason imagined that she was shaking her head and a longing pierced his chest to still the movement, cup his hands around her neck and kiss her until she agreed with him.

He felt his pants straining as his cock hardened at the thought. Jason shifted in his seat. Last thing he needed was to get a raging hardon for his platoon mates to see and rib on him. So he focused on the oldest living man and woman in the world having sex.

Jason nearly vomited in his mouth.

"So what we watching tonight," he asked, now desperate to get the image now seared into his brain out. He'd overdid it. Jenna would've said it was karma. Quick and swift. And a limp dick for his efforts.

"Ghostbusters." The door opened and closed. Pairs of shuffled feet made their way to his side and stopped, alerting he would have to quickly end the call. "All three."

"I thought they made two."

"And there's a remake. Female cast." Someone cleared their throat beside him.

"You need me to pick you up," he whispered but the chuckling, sniggering and kissing noises in the background told him he didn't whisper low enough.

"No need. I'm heading to Giants and then to your place to cook some food for the movie."

"Alright see you then."

Jason heard her say bye and see you soon then quickly hanged up. He swung to see five men all grinning while four of them placed money into the hands of one man with the biggest grin of all.

"Told ya he had a woman," said Kevin. Kevin could've passed for Michael Clarke Duncan's twin except he was slightly bigger and broader and had a crooked nose. "So when we going to meet the little missus."

Jason immediately thought of Jenna with a ring on her finger glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window. And two little girls, miniatures of her, standing on one leg in standing tree pose. The image settled into his heart, making him feel light and warm and proud. He would die for his three special women. And any boy who wanted to take out his two precious girls better beware. He's licensed to carry a concealed weapon-

Whoa. Where the fuck that come from?

Jason mentally shook his head and answered Kevin as if he didn't just mentally shocked himself twice in less than ten minutes. "Introduce you goons so you can drool all over her? Not on your life."

"Oh come on man," wheedled Nathan, the youngest of the crew at twenty-three years old who the men nicknamed young buck. "You've been moping around for months and making us miserable. Now that you're smiling again, we gotta celebrate. And we can't celebrate without the woman responsible."

"You got celebration money?"

"Huh?"

"If we're doing this, you're paying for it."

Nathan looked shell shocked. Figuring the matter was closed he shooed them to get back to work, then turned back to his computer. A loud thwap almost made him jump. He saw a familiar book from the corner of his eyes.

Molten lead filled and curled in his stomach. The bold words printed on the top part of the book, Yoga Mind, Body and Spirit, seared into his brain. He searched on Google for intermediate yoga books. Wanted to understand more about Jenna's love- her feelings beyond love- for yoga. Plus he wanted to research some intermediate level yoga poses they could try out and make sure it was possible to perform for her second book. The first book was great and still getting rave reviews. It'd be a damn shame if there wasn't a second one.

Jason planned to subtly talk to her about it. Maybe even hint to her friends about writing it. Plant the idea in her head and hope it bloomed. He'd gladly provide the libations from his cock and warm body as a guinea pig. It didn't hurt to say unashamedly that he's gotten comfortable with doing some of the higher level poses. He's was also starting to understand the connection of breath with movement.

While he was unashamed about that, it didn't mean he wanted these guys to know about it. He quickly snatched the book, opened the bottom right drawer where it was supposed to be and slammed it shut.

"Sorry about that," said Kevin. Jason wouldn't have believed or accepted the apology even if Kevin wasn't smiling as if he won the golden ticket to Willy Wonka's factory. "Got tired waiting for you so tried to find evidence you have a special lady friend. Had a bet to win you know."

Jason schooled his features, nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders and leaned back. He continued to let Kevin talk and ignored the looks of humor from half his men. And the looks of horror and seemingly loss of manhood from the other half. He was too busy thinking up all kinds of retribution. Maybe he should make them run drills until they threw up. now has the flexibility and mastered. Maybe he should tie them all up and drop them off at The Blue Oyster. Maybe...

Damn. Jenna's movie watching habits were influencing him too much. He had to get his girl out of the eighties and catch her up to the two-thousand and tens.

Kevin was still going on about being disheartened and about to give up when he found the book when two things happened at the same time. A brilliant idea, both humiliating for them and humorous for him. And the bell chime alerting him Jenna sent him a text as if tolling in agreement with his plans.

Several voices joined in after Kevin's asinine explanation for being too damn curious for his own good. Jason raised his palm up and everyone of them quieted immediately so eager they were for answers.

"Her name is Jenna." They cheered so loud, congratulating themselves of all things, he was afraid he might've busted an eardrum. "She's a yoga instructor."

Another round of raucous cheers met his ears as they gathered closer around him closing him in.

"Is it true what they say, they're really limber?"

"How'd you meet?"

"Does she have any friends?"

He raised his hand again and yelled, "Enough. If it gets you off my back, I'll introduce you."

"Really?"

"You're not lying?"

"Does she have any friends?"

"Yes." He swiped his hands in the air for them to move back then righted his chair back to his computer. "I'll tell you when later. Now get to work and do something instead of bothering me."

They all dispersed. Kevin last, as he laughed to himself as if to say he didn't believe they'll ever meet Jenna.

Jason smiled to himself. He couldn't wait to prove Kevin wrong and fix his snoopiness for good.

How are you enjoying Jenna and Jason's story so far? Now that the couple has finally slaked their lust for each other, what happens next? Read on to find out.