Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Claire's POV

Throughout dinner, Jason held my gaze and I knew what he needed. I didn't want to make him wait anymore. He had made me very happy more with his honest confession than anything else. I had never expected him to love me so much. More so, I had never expected him to remain celibate till the age of twenty-three just for me. His words affected me a lot and I wanted to shower all my love on him to make up for all years we had lost in between.

"Here have some more soup," he said, ladling more into my bowl. He had ordered a light dinner of smoked trout dunked in a creamy sauce and cream of carrot soup for me and Beef Stroganoff for himself.

"I'm really full Jason. Why don't you finish off the rest?" I asked him.

"I want you to gain your strength back before our wedding," he said disapprovingly.

"I'm already fine. If I eat more, no dress will fit me," I said with a laugh. Thankfully he didn't persuade me to eat more and finished the soup quickly. Dinner was cleared away and Jason led me to the porch to sit for a while.

"Tomorrow by this time, we would have announced our wedding plans to all and returning home," he said, holding my hand as we sat together watching the dark waters of the lake. I smiled feeling a shot of excitement course through me. I would be married in a month! It was too sudden to be real!

"Where do you want to get married, love?" he asked me.

"I've always wanted a beach wedding. How about you?" I asked him excitedly.

"I hadn't thought of anything. Any wedding would do as long as I get to marry you," he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Maybe mom and dad will decide the wedding venue depending upon gran's convenience," I told him.

"I can go anywhere to marry you," he said, giving my hand a squeeze. After staying that way for a while, he slowly got up and held out his hand for me to take. I placed my hand in his large ones and he led me inside the cottage towards the bedroom. He made me sit on the bed and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on the top of my head.

"Strip and wait for me. I'll be back in a minute after a quick shower," he said and I blushed at his request. Did he expect me to get naked and wait for him on the bed? Smiling at my reaction to his words, he walked away towards the en-suite. I slowly stripped to my undergarments when I heard the shower stop. Had Jason finished showering already? I stripped out of my undergarments and lay down on the bed, covering my bare body with a duvet. After a minute, Jason emerged from the en-suite, still damp, without a stitch of clothing on himself. His hot penetrating glance fell upon me and I immediately saw the way his body reacted to me. I could clearly make out how hard and massive he grew in a matter of a few seconds. The soft bedroom lights cast a glow upon him and his smooth damp skin glistened, making me want to kiss the entire length of him. He slowly approached the bed, his eyes hooked upon me, just like a predator's.

"Are you totally naked, just the way I want you to be?" he asked in a raspy whisper as he stood by the bed and watched me with hooded eyes.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" I whispered back, strange desperation filling my body and mind. Seeing his reaction to me had me aroused as well. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to enjoy our lovemaking and not be disappointed at my shyness and lack of experience.

"Is that so? Then let me see how wet you are for me,' he whispered, leaning down on the bed and yanking the duvet off me. A deep groan of longing escaped him and his fingers explored every mound and valley on my body minutely. His hands found my dripping wetness and I couldn't help the throaty moan that escaped my lips. This was sheer torture!

"Jason," I pleaded wantonly, my whole body burning for his touch by now.

"Tell me, love. What do you want?" he asked in a hoarse whisper. This time hearing his words made me totally surrender to the needs of my body.

"I need you to touch me and give me a release, Jason. I want you to make crazy love to me. I want to have wild se* with you," I said and he groaned. I meant every word I said. I didn't want him to be gentle tonight. I wanted him to let go and be wild with me, just the way it should be.

"I don't want to hurt you, love," he said, softly, his hand touching my cheek and forcing me to look at him.

"You won't, Jason. Love doesn't hurt at all. I want to experience this with you," I whispered. His eyes searched mine and seeing the surety there he grinned.

"Your wish is my command," he said, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I was confused. What was he up to now? He climbed down and kneeled at the edge of the bed, parting my legs and staring at my folds like seeing them for the first time. I blushed and tried to cover myself but he was desperate. He removed my hands and dipped his head, licking me and sucking my secret spot like it was the best meal of his life.

His mouth explored me, teased me, and drove me to the very edge. I writhed wantonly as he devoured me, my head totally dazed at the tremendous amount of pleasure he was giving me.

"So fu*king wet!" he rasped, his voice alone making me more aroused. His fingers circled the most intimate part of my body and I moaned with pleasure. His other hand cupped my hips and his fingers entered me slowly at first and then build up a rhythm till I reached my extreme limit.

"Come for me, love," he murmured and I spilled my juices, coating his fingers with them. He licked them clean and came up to kiss me. I found my salty taste on his lips and wondered how he found it sweet!

He placed my hand on his massive arousal and I stroked him while his breath grew heavy with need. When I removed my hand and explored the other parts of his body, he drew in a sharp breath and leaned away from me. He picked up a packet of con*oms from the nightstand and sheathed his shaft with it.

In a flash, he pinned me to the bed with his weight. The movement was so sudden that I just gasped. He parted my legs roughly and positioned himself over me. I was amazed as well as shocked at this rough side of him. It made me realize just how much he had been restraining himself on the previous occasions when he had made love to me. "You are driving me wild. I want to pump so hard into you that you will only remember this night forever," he whispered and a shudder went down my body. Was it a threat?

His thrusts were more powerful than before and my body bounced every time from the force of it. The sound of his grunts and my moans filled the air around us. He pumped harder and we climaxed together. If anything was heavenly then it was this moment between us.

I sagged back into the bed, totally sated while he stared at me with concern, his eyes still dark and insatiable. I could feel his hardness straining against me. Was he hard again?

"Again?" I whispered and he nodded, his mouth trailing to my breasts. This time the lovemaking was more gentle, lingering and he worshipped my body more, pleased me more. I too tried my best to please him and from the look in his eyes, I could see that I had succeeded.

"Tired?" he asked gently, as we lay exhausted against one another.

"A little," I said. "But I like this rough love-making a lot," I admitted. He gave me a look of disbelief.

"You did? I thought I was hurting you," he said.

"You can't hurt me. Promise me that from now on, you will not restrain yourself around me, Jason. I want you to make love to me as your heart desires," I said and he pulled me tightly into his chest.

"Thank you, love. It means a lot to me," he said and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him to myself.

We went to sleep in bliss, cuddling with one another, eager to announce our plans to our families.