I hope you enjoy today’s tease. 🙂
Jason looked over his shoulder. A wolfish grin spread across his face as a nude Lezlie pulled the glass shower door open just enough to slide through it. His semi-flaccid manhood became fully engorged.
An impish gleam twinkled in her dark eyes. “I see someone is glad to see me.”
“You have no idea.”
The deep timber in his voice sent tingles straight to the essence of her womanhood. She didn’t resist when he drew her under the streaming water. It was a little too chilly for her taste. She didn’t know if the goose bumps on her flesh were from the heated gaze in his light eyes, or the cool water.
It didn’t matter, because when he lifted her, heat infused her, taking her temperature up a few notches. To keep from screaming, she bit into the thick, muscular flesh of his shoulder as he plunged deep inside her.
For leverage, Jason eased her back to rest against the tiled wall. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as his large hands grabbed her firm buttocks. The gasping moans she made fueled him to plunge deeper with each thrust.
Lezlie could hardly catch her breath. Each stroke touched something deep inside her. She nearly lost her mind when he began suckling the soft flesh on her neck.
“Jason, that feels so good.”
“You like that baby?”
“Y-yes,” she panted.
He lifted her a little higher, tilting her pelvis. The scream that ripped from her lips as he thrust deep inside her, practically ruptured his eardrums. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he let up, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Her short fingernails dug into the thick, corded muscles of his shoulders as he worked her over, bringing her intense pleasure. When she couldn’t take any more, her inner muscles convulsed in spasms as an orgasm tore through her body, sending jolts of ecstasy to every cell in her body.
Jason hissed an expletive. Beads of sweat broke out over his thick brows as his body was hit with waves of his own release.
Lezlie held on until her breathing returned to normal. She kissed the base of Jason’s throat before unwrapping her legs from around his waist. She smiled when she spotted sweet pea scented shower gel on the recessed tiled shelf.
“You’re so sure of yourself aren’t you?” she teased, reaching for the gel.
“Just hopeful,” he replied, circling his arms around her waist.
He didn’t want to be presumptuous thinking she would join him, but was determined to get her right where she was before their weekend visit came to an end. It pleased him that she had come to him on her own. So it wasn’t a bad thing, after all that he was prepared for her.
Lezlie leaned back into his strength. A wanton sigh escaped her lips as his fingertips drew circles on her belly. Before Jason, she would have never thought she’d be comfortable with her nudity. Let alone have a man touch her body in an area which held most of her insecurities before her weight loss.
“You better stop…”
“Nothing.” Lezlie moaned as his fingers traveled farther south.
Jason rolled over, only to find the space beside him cold. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before squinting at the clock on the nightstand.
“Why is she up so early?”
Usually, he would have been up by now himself, but decided to sleep in since they stayed up for another round of lovemaking after their shower.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed. After taking care of his morning needs, he would go see what Lezlie was up to.
Treadmill on an incline of eight, speed on six-point-five, Lezlie’s arms pumped as she walked so fast she was a stone’s throw away from breaking into a jog. Alone in her own world as she exercised, her mind went back to the female caller she’d been unsuccessful in tracking down. The last thing she’d done before leaving work yesterday afternoon was to make the weekend social worker on call aware that the woman might call again. “And if she does, please call me on my cell.”
Daisy assured Lezlie that she would reach out to her if the woman tried to make contact again.
Lezlie upped the incline. Something didn’t feel right about the caller. After checking out the local hospitals, of which there were only two, there had been no reports of an abused pregnant woman presenting for emergency care.
Trooper followed on Jason’s heels as he descended into the basement where he found Lezlie exercising in his home gym. He cocked his head to the side as he studied her features. Her body and mind were miles apart. Something was troubling her, but what?
Her eyes came into focus and she smiled. “Hey! What are you doing up?” She hoped he hadn’t seen her all spaced out.
“Came down looking for you. Is everything alright?”
Lezlie, shook her head. “Not really,” she panted.
He nodded. “Alright. Let’s talk after you’re finished. I’m going to take Trooper out.”
She gave him the thumbs up sign.
By the time Jason returned with Trooper, Lezlie had showered, dressed and was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
The sight of her easily moving around his space tugged at his heart. He couldn’t wait for the day he’d come home to her every day.
“It smells good in here. What are you fixing?”
She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. “Turkey bacon, home fries, and omelets with mushroom, spinach and onions.”
Her stomach let out a loud growl and they both laughed.
“Hurry up and go wash your hands! I’m hungry!”
Trooper moseyed into the kitchen and sat at Lezlie’s feet.
“Oh, no you don’t! Don’t look at me with those sad eyes. You got me in trouble the last time and had the nerve to leave me hanging.”
Lezlie sucked her teeth. “Stop all that whining,”
She took a few steps to peek in the hallway. Good, Jason was nowhere in sight. Taking two strips of the turkey bacon, she fed them to the pooch.
“Now, get out of here before you get us both in trouble,” she whispered, shooing him away.
Like the good dog he was, Trooper obediently loped off to the living room to stare out the window.
“A hot mess,” she chuckled, going to the sink to wash her hands.
“What’s so funny?” Jason wanted to know as he came up beside Lezlie opening the cabinet. Quickly, he drew his hand back when Lezlie popped him.
“Stop it. I didn’t hurt you. Go sit down, I got this.”
She waited for him to slide onto the stool at the island. Taking down two plates and two juice glasses, and setting them down, she said, “Your dog. He got me again. This time for two pieces of turkey bacon.”
No matter how many times he told her not to give Trooper table food, she did it anyway. The little sneak knew better than to beg for food while Jason was around.
“You’re spoiling him and me too.”
“I like spoiling y’all. You’re both so darn cute.”
Raised to be able to fend for himself, Jason wasn’t used to being waited on. However, he had to admit, it felt darn good being taken care of by his love.
As she buzzed about, he kept his eyes trained on her. The lines of worry were gone. Her pretty facial features were relaxed. Whatever was bothering her earlier must have passed for the time being.
His mouth watered as she placed the plate in front of him. “Babe, this looks good.”
“Thanks,” she beamed as she sat next to him with her plate.
Relief flooded his insides as he scanned her portion of food. Pride caused his chest to swell. Although she exercised for forty-five minutes, five days a week, she was maintaining a healthy diet.
“I see you looking at my food Jason.” She cracked before reaching for his hand to say grace.
After Lezlie blessed the food, Jason spoke up. “I’m just making sure you don’t wither away to nothing.”
It was hard for him to suppress the edge in his voice. Every time he thought about what her ex had put her through, it made him angry. Even though he told her a hundred times that she was perfect, he feared Lezlie still held on to insecurity that jackass had instilled with his issues about her weight.
Tears misted Lezlie’s eyes. She sure did love this here man. She leaned over, kissing his prickly jawline.
“Honey, I’m not going to wither away, so stop worrying. I’m content with myself at a size eight.” She laughed before adding, “I promise I won’t turn into a bag of bones.”
Digging into his omelet, he grumbled, “You better not. I need something to hold on to in the middle of the night.”
Lezlie playfully nudged him with her elbow. “Whatever, Jason.”
Chewing his food slowly, he savored its taste. “Babe, this is really good. I’m gonna need you to get your sexy self back over to stove to whip me up another omelet.”
Lezlie’s cheeks flushed. The few times she prepared a meal for Earl, all he did was complain that it wasn’t seasoned well enough for his palate. Meanwhile, Jason was asking for more, appreciative of her cooking skills.
“My grandma taught me how to make everything I cooked for breakfast.”
With the fork raised to her lips, she gave her love a coy smile. “Am I a good pupil?”
Jason choked on the juice he’d just sipped. He patted his mouth with a paper napkin to dry the sputtered liquid.
“Woman, don’t ask me anything like that again while I’m drinking.”
Lezlie gave him the most adorable smile. It took his breath away. He imagined if they had a little girl, she would give him the same smile mingled with mischief, after getting in a load of trouble.
“Well… am I?”
A large palm slid over her thigh. He squeezed the firm muscle. “You’re one of my brightest.”
She grinned from ear to ear and was feeling herself until what he said sank in. Her lips twisted and her face took on a disapproving frown.
“Hey! How many students have you had?”
Jason’s booming laughter ricocheted off the walls. The truth was, during his high school and college years, he dated plenty of women, but didn’t necessarily have the desire to bed them all. The select few he did become intimate with was out of pure primal need most of the time. A lesson he did learn from his father, as a teenager, was not to allow what was in his pants to rule his thinking. Although he kept his father’s teachings close to his chest, every now and again, he had to satisfy his flesh.
The knocking on the door interrupted the couple.
Annoyed by the interruption, Lezlie pushed the stool away from the island. “I’ll get it.”
Jason couldn’t resist swatting her on her luscious behind. He laughed even harder as her head whipped around, shaking a head full of dark, damp curls. The daggers her dark eyes shot was as playful as his swat.