He exhaled long and lustfully, then made his move.
She bit her lip and held in a squeak. There was still enough banging and crashing around downstairs to remind her that too much noise might be overheard.
Jason’s finger made a short, sharp push forwards, breaking through her defences. She felt herself close around it. God, it felt completely invasive; in a different league to any kind of intrusion into her pussy. Surely she could never get used to this feeling. It took her mind away from everything else and kept it focused right on her behind.
‘How’s that, babe?’ he asked, wiggling his finger a little bit inside her.
‘Oh God, it’s weird,’ she panted.
‘I’m going to keep it right here,’ he said. ‘Get used to it.’
He was as good as his word, keeping the finger still for another half a minute or so of solid thrusting into her pussy, then moving it in rhythm.
The double penetration was … well, she couldn’t describe it. There were too many words for it, and many of them conflicted. It was uncomfortable, exciting, degrading, mortifying – and it unlocked a part of her she had been craving to let out. The part of her that wanted to submit to Jason in every possible way.
This was how it could be done. By giving him this one part of her, by taking the shame and the soreness and the richness of surrender, she gave all of herself to him. Once that was done, there would be no going back. She would be his, and forever.
She grunted with the effort of trying to understand what was happening to her. Jason kept a steady hold on her shoulder with his free hand, slamming into her now, moving his finger faster and deeper.
Oh God, what kind of orgasm was this? It came from nowhere and
shot out of her, lighting up parts of her she was sure had never been affected before. Her toes curled, her hair stood on end and the pleasure came from all over her, not just that one central point. It was a whole-body orgasm and it took possession of her like no other ever had.
She floated down from it like a feather dropped from a height, landing just as Jason reached his own throaty climax.
He lay down on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
‘I think tonight’s going to be a lot of fun,’ he said into her ear. ‘Don’t you?’
‘Oh God,’ was all she could say to that.
She was still seeing stars in the shower. It wasn’t until she was dressed, in a halter top and capris for the return of the sunshine, that she was able to claim her head fully back into her own possession.
Jason sat on the bed in jeans and white T-shirt, grinning.
‘I liked that suit you got me,’ he said. ‘But it’s nice to get back down to basics. I reckon I might sort out a bit more of that garden today. I could do with a good bit of slashing and burning. What about you?’
Jenna took a breath, considering. The exhibition had been exhausting on every level. Really, she could do with a day of rest, or some kind of mindless activity, like helping Jason with his manual work.
But there was too much going on. She would have to keep tabs on Deano, for one thing. And what about Jason’s mother, with her crazy revelations about his parentage? She ought to call her – maybe ask her if she wanted to come over for a celebration birthday meal. Then there was Kayley, possibly in danger from the newly freed Lawrence Harville.
Kayley first, she decided.
‘Calls to make,’ she said to Jason.
‘Makes a change,’ he replied, rolling his eyes. ‘I think they’ve finished clearing up down there. Shall we sort out some breakfast?’
At the kitchen table, having said goodbye to Tabitha, who assured them that early notices of the show were very good, they talked about offering Kayley a safe place for the time being. Jenna, if she was honest with herself, regretted the necessity of sharing her love nest with another person. What a difference it would make to her and Jason’s free-wheeling sex life. But their friend’s safety had to come first.
The two of them could always come later.
Jenna chewed up her last forkful of egg white omelette and picked up her phone.
‘Kayley, hi.’
‘Oh, hello, how are you? Wasn’t expecting to hear from you today. Thought you’d be taking a bit of time out.’
‘Well, perhaps just a day. But in the meantime, you ought to come and stay here for a while. I’m very worried that Lawrence might try to get to you.’