I wake up plastered to Jason's chest, hearing the pitter patter of morning rain falling around us, though definitely not as hard as a few nights before.

Jason is awake beneath me, his hand dragging up and down my back in soothing back tickles.

"Why are you up so early?" He murmurs, voice still groggy with sleep and I look down at him, resting my hand of his chest and my chin on my hand, content to just stay here and bask in the ministration of his fingertips under my shirt and playing along my back in long strokes.

"We've got nothing to do today." He murmurs, watching me through sleep filled eyes.

I laugh softly, "We've got nothing to do any day."

His hand squeezes where it sits at my waist before he goes back to his ministration of my back. "True."

It's quiet, just listening to the rain fall outside before Jason's clears his throat, "I have something we can do."

I raise a brow at the man below me and he grins cheekily.

"My coach is always saying I need to include exercise in my daily routine, keep my heart healthy." He grins cheekily and I narrow my eyes, confusion hitting me.

He raises a brow, "I don't know about you, but I've heard sex is a great way to get your blood pumping and heart rate up."

He doesn't let me reply as he rolls us, but only a small laugh exits me before it's silenced by his lips, his hands diving into my hair so he can control my movements.

He devours my lips like I'll be his last meal.

I very well may be. I don't let that thought linger for long.

A deep groan whispers past his lips, and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth, curling it around his. My hands travel down his exposed back, settling on the curve of his ass before I grab a handful, needing something to grab as my core tightens with arousal.

Jason laughs against my lips, "Are you an ass girl, kitten?"

He swallows my answer with another kiss before he leaves me again, "If you bring your hands up north a bit, you'll be able to feel the indents from your fingernails from the first time."

My brows pull in, not the first time, I think but don't say. I don't need to ruin this. I need to stop thinking. 

He again, swallows any retort I would have made, whispering against my lips. "I only wish I could keep more souvenirs from you, but I guess your cat scratches will have to suffice." He bites my lip, sucking it into his mouth. "For now."

His hands move, slipping under the fabric of my shirt before finding my breasts, palm curving over them instantly, like his hands were made to touch me.

He groans, "I fucking love your body. Like you were made for me, kitten." He groans, delivering a scorching kiss to my lips, leaving me wanting more. "Fucking made for me."

A moan leaves my lips, followed by a sharp gasp as he tweaks my nipples, twisting them to his desire before soothing over them with the pad of his thumb.

Using his other hand to push the rest of my shirt up over my chest, he leans down and captures my other nipple in his hot mouth, giving it equal attention as his thumb and forefinger twist and tweak the other.

Sensations rocks through me, sharp biting pain mixing with hot pleasure. The feeling too much that I can't even form a coherent thought to ask for what I want.

But Jason knows, lifting an amused brow at my moans and mewls.

"What Arden, use your words?"

I want to glare at the amusement he finds in my pain, but I can't, too lost in the sensations he's drawing from my body, my pussy throbbing in time with each pull of his mouth on my nipple.

"Fuck, Kitten, tell me what you want before I explode."

"I want you to fuck me." I gasp out, "I need-" I grunt when he sucks harder, his fingers twisting my nipple like I'm his own personal plaything.

I wouldn't mind it if I was.

"I need your dick, right now."

"You want my dick, Arden?" Jason grunts, moving so he's nestled between my legs and my own are thrown over his hips, leaving me open and willing for him. "Where do you want it?" He murmurs, slipping a finger over my upper thigh until he's so close to my centre, I can almost feel him.

But instead, he slips past, and I deflate, travelling up my stomach to twirl around my sore nipple and then my throat before he reaches my lips.

He traces the cupid bow on my lips, "here?" He asks, eyes mesmerized by my lips and I open my mouth, sucking his finger into my mouth before biting down gently. "No."

He grins cheekily, "No?"

I shake my head, and he drags it back down but instead of going towards my core he traces my fingertips, and my palm, as if he was reading my life in the lines.

"Here?"

I close my fist around his hand, putting his hand exactly where I want it, making sure he can feel how wet I am for him.

"Here?" He raises a brow and slips a finger in, curling it tightly. "Do you want me to fuck you, Arden?"

I nod, words too much to even fathom right now and Jason pulls his hand out, adding another finger but it's not enough.

"Say the words, Kitten."

"Fuck you." I hiss, knowing he knows what I want but still he wants to torture me anyway.

"Just say the words, kitten."

"Yes." I hiss out as he starts pumping the two fingers in and curls them, hitting my g-spot but not enough for it to really matter. "I want you to fuck me."

"Good girl." His voice is husky, full of desire and I lift my head, wanting to watch as he removes his pants and kneels naked before me.

It's like the greatest vision you could ever ask for.

His eyes flicker up to mine, and he grins before leaning over me and taking my lips in a slow, sensual kiss at the same time I feel the head of his cock at my entrance.

With a gasp that I try to keep quiet, I bite Jason's lip as he slides all the way in, inch by glorious fucking inch.

"You feel so good." He grunts, pumping his hips slightly as we both adjust, but I don't want to take this slow.

I settle my hands on his shoulders, squeezing. "Fuck me." I whisper, kissing him again, "you feel so good inside me."

"Fuck, kitten." Jason groans before he begins pumping, the sounds of skin slapping skin the only noise besides the sound of the rain.

Soon my harsh breathes join the melody, Jason's groans backing me with every forward tilt of his hips.

He moves slightly and the new position causes his cock to hit against that spot inside me that has pleasure racing from my stomach all the way to the tips of my toes and I dig my nails into his shoulders.

"Right there." I mutter, "don't move."

He doesn't, focusing on that spot like it's the only goal that matters.

Pleasure flies through me, building and building and building until all at once the feeling consumes me, a long-jagged moan escaping my lips, my legs twitching around Jason's hips.

He doesn't stop, moving faster, prolonging my orgasm and causing it to build more. My nails dig in tighter, no doubt drawing blood but from the way Jason grunts in pleasure I doubt he minds.

My toes curl and the second orgasm rocks through me, Jason following moments after.

Minutes later he's manoeuvres us, so I once again am nestled on his chest as he lay on the hard ground, his arm curled loosely around my waist.

He stiffens suddenly and I whip my head to him. "We don't have protection."

My stomach drops, "I have an IUD." I mutter, "And I'm clean."

His arm tightens around me. "I'm clean, get tested regularly."

My stomach swoops at the confession, not in a good way but I breath it out and just focus on now. I don't want to know why he gets tested regularly and if it's for reason I've always thought.

He falls asleep once more, the pitter patter of the rain sending drowsiness through me.

I watch him sleep, feeling my own drowsiness creep in, but not before the worst thought ever invades my conscious.

I think I'm falling in love with him.

I ignore the thought and close my eyes, content to avoid my own subconscious and the feeling I can feel rising to the surface. The ones I've spent the last twelve years burying.

Turns out fate had a shovel and a knack for twisting situations into exactly what she wanted. Meddling bitch.