Of Yesterday (11 page)

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Tension released from her bones and the nightmare of the
fire seemed to fade away as Taylor luxuriated in the lavender-scented water.
With her eyes closed, she allowed the shoulder-deep water to take away the
aches and pains.

Behind her, the wooden floorboards creaked as Jason walked
across the room to grab the shampoo and came back to kneel behind her. "Let
me help you wash your hair."

Taylor swallowed hard. The tenderness from someone who had just
moments ago shown pure dominance spun the emotions inside her to chaos. Such
power, such strength, and now showing such compassion. The sweet aroma from the
steaming water helped her relax as his strong hands began to massage her scalp,
gently scrubbing away the smoke and grime.

"Just lean back and let me do this. Let me take care of
you," he soothed.

Firm and gentle, the same hands that had just spanked her.
The same hands that had just demanded submission and compliance were now
caressing their way to her very soul. She closed her eyes and moaned as he
pressed against her temples, while raking his fingernails along her scalp. A
waterfall of warm water washed over her head, followed by a rag softly dabbing
at her closed eyelids.

"You’re beautiful, Taylor."

Taylor opened her eyes and turned her head so she could
stare into Jason’s eyes. "I’ve never had anyone do this to me…I mean…for
me."

His lips brushed her hair and he whispered in her ear, "You
deserve to be taken care of." He continued to wash and rinse her hair,
making her muscles melt right along with her heart.

Taylor reached up behind her and wrapped her hand around
Jason’s neck. "I think there is plenty of room for two, if you want to
join me?"

"This is for you. I want you to relax." His voice
was as calm as she felt.

His hands made their way to her shoulders and began to work
the same magic he had done on her head. Jason’s hands continued to stroke, the
movements unhurried, lingering, stretching over her collarbone down to the tops
of her breasts in slow, easy circles.

"Your body…" his voice rasped.

Over and over he ran his calloused hands along her breasts,
barely grazing her nipples with each pass. Tingling and fire grew within her
core, her pussy thriving for more. The need, the hunger, the passion building
as the warm water washed over her skin. A bolt of sensation shot through her as
Jason caught the sensitive nipple and gently pinched, her gasp no longer
contained.

As if the gasp was Jason’s green light, he continued down
along her stomach. His fingers sliding to her exposed sex. Without hesitation,
he cupped his hand around her mound and slid his finger between her needy lips.
Finding her clit, he rubbed softly. Coaxing her pleasure rather than demanding
it.

Jason used his other hand to cup her breast while he placed
searing kisses along her neck. She lifted herself into his touch, spreading her
legs wider for his access. She needed more. She needed to feel him deep within
her. She needed to be taken, conquered, and mastered.

"Please…Jason…please," she could barely get out.

"Shh…I want to make you feel good." Jason
increased his pressure on her clit and rubbed her nipple in between his
fingers, keeping a steady rhythm, driving her need to a boiling point.

Taylor could not take it any longer. She grabbed his hand
and directed his finger to the entrance of her pussy. Grinding her hips hard
against his hand, she thrust his finger into her depths. Jason pulled his hand
loose, only to dive his finger, plus a second one, back into her wanting sex.
Her hips shifted and rose, meeting each push of his hand. Water splashed
everywhere as Taylor desperately tried to quench the burning inside of her.

"I want to feel you come around my hand. I want to feel
you," Jason commanded.

His strokes became harder. His pinches on her nipple grew in
intensity, causing Taylor to helplessly thrash beneath his touch. Every nerve
ending pulsated, electricity coursed to her womb as she allowed a cry to escape
her mouth.

"Yes, baby. Come for me. Let yourself go," he
punctuated his demand with another thrust of his finger.

Taylor closed her eyes and allowed the pleasure to take
over. Water sloshed over the side of the bath as the satisfying feeling of
completion overtook her body. Her head fell back and her hips convulsed as
ecstasy exploded outward.

Before the last wave of orgasm rocked her body, Taylor felt
Jason's arms lift her out of the bath in one swift motion. The cool air
heightened every touch, and her body hummed for more. Jason laid her down on a
soft towel and quickly removed every item of his clothing blocking him and her
from uniting.

Jason sat on the ground and pulled Taylor on top of his
body. "Straddle me," he demanded.

She did as he asked, wrapping her legs on each side of his
hips, pressing her knees against his warm body. He grabbed his hard cock with
his hand and directed it toward her entrance. "Put me in you. Bring
yourself down on me."

Taylor grabbed his ready cock and placed it at her wet pussy
and slid all the way down. Her breath caught as her body struggled to adjust to
the size. Any discomfort from the stretch was replaced with pure pleasure when
Jason parted her pussy and found her clit. He continued the sensual caress as
she rode his manhood. Rising up slowly and then driving down with a solid
force. The slow pass of his fingers over her clit sent a shiver down her spine.
The shiver turned to a heat that burned to her deepest core.

Jason's gaze never left hers, so full of confidence and
strength. He did not hide the pleasure or passion he felt. He did not hold back
his groans as she thrust him deeper and deeper with every movement.

He pulled her against his chest and parted her lips with his
kiss, smothering her moans and capturing her breath. He grabbed her hips with
both hands and took control, speeding up the pressure and the speed, bringing
her closer and closer to the sensation of pure bliss.

After supper, Taylor carried the plates and glasses to the
sink. After filling the sink with warm, soapy water, she felt Jason at her
side, a dishtowel in his hand. She casually reached for it, careful not to graze
his skin in fear of what his simple touch would do to her. Staring at him
across the wooden table during their meal had almost been too much. She wanted
him. She wanted him more than she thought possible.

"Supper was good. I really enjoy your cooking,"
Jason said, his gaze searing her skin.

"Thank you. I think I’m finally getting comfortable
with this kitchen."

Once she grabbed the towel, Jason slowly tugged her forward,
his own grip firm on the edge of the fabric, his eyes fixed on hers. She returned
the stare, slightly taken aback by the affection in his eyes.

He lifted his free hand to smooth a stray lock of hair away
from her cheek. He tucked the silky curl behind her ear and then curved his
broad palm against the side of her face. Wide-eyed, she continued to stare up
at him, her heart beating hard against her chest.

Jason traced his fingertips across her cheek before caressing
the fullness of her lower lip with his knuckles. Her breath changed to a
desperate gasp. She felt the shudder that ran through his hand. She reached up,
slipped her fingers into the warmth of his broad palm, and pressed his knuckles
back against her lips, surprised at the deep connection they shared.

His eyes flared. "You're the most beautiful woman,"
he whispered.

Closing her eyes, she bowed her head. He slid his fingertips
under her chin and tilted her face up to his view. "I hope you realize
that. I want you to know how beautiful I think you are."

She met his gaze. "I’m scared. The feelings I have when
I'm with you..."

Jason shook his head. "Don’t be. I would never hurt
you. I plan on taking care of you until the day I die."A combination of
vulnerability and raw male hunger flashed in his blue eyes.

Taylor went eagerly as he pulled her into his arms, fitting
her head underneath his chin as he smoothed his hands down her back and over
her hips. She felt him shudder, realizing that Jason must want her just as bad
as she did him.

Taylor sighed, resting her cheek against his broad chest.
She loved being surrounded by his strength, the sense of safety she found in
his arms. No man had ever made her feel more treasured, more protected, or more
loved.

Jason looked out the window at the falling snow. An early
spring storm had surprised everyone when it arrived. "I'm not happy that
Mandy is staying the night at the O'Keefe's," he mumbled between gritted
teeth.

Taylor patted Jason's chest soothingly, "I spoke with
the older brother, and he assured me that Mandy would be staying in the guest
room, far from Josh. You have nothing to worry about."

Taylor was happy that the town still allowed the use of the
phone for simple communication. Once the storm had hit, it was decided it would
be too dangerous to have Mandy out in the weather to travel the two mile
distance between the ranches.

"I would've gone to get her," he retorted.

"I know, but then you both could have been stuck out
there in the snow. I made a judgment call allowing her to stay. Please trust
me."

He nodded. "I do. I just can't help being protective."
He paused for a moment and then stared back into Taylor's eyes. "I'm going
to go start a fire for us. Care to meet me in the main room?"

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Taylor cuddled up to Jason's warm body in front of the fire,
and took the moment to allow the cozy heat to work its way deep into her soul. Gazing
out the window that overlooked the ranch, she shifted languidly in Jason's arms
and watched the snowflakes as they drifted down from the pale winter sky.

She smiled when she heard Jason’s sigh of contentment. She
closed her eyes and relaxed within his embrace. His hands gently began to trace
sensual circles along her stomach. Glancing up at him, she saw that his smile
had changed. He looked now as he had looked the first time they had made love– hungry
for her. Taylor's muscles tensed, her body flooding with an intense desire, the
kind of desire that took her breath away. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Moaning like that is going to get you in trouble,"
he warned, his voice low and sultry.

Taylor moaned again, grinning mischievously. "I like
getting in trouble."

"I see my punishments aren't working."

"Oh, they are. I just happen to like being punished."
She winked with a playful smile.

He chuckled, softly grabbing one of her breasts. "I
think I may have met my match with you."

She teasingly nipped at the stubble covering his chin. "Yes,
you have."

"You're going to wear me out, woman."

She positioned her body to straddle his lap, trapping his
thick sex between her thighs. She worked her playful seduction with a slow,
rolling motion of her hips. Taylor moaned against his lips, "I want to
wear you out. I want to wear you out every day of our lives."

He placed his hands on her bottom, stilling her movement. "God,
how am I so lucky to have found you?"

She moaned again as she grinded her sex against his hardened
cock. Wanting the fabric that was in the way removed. "I want you inside
me."

"You really know how to get straight to the point,
don't you?"

"Only where you’re concerned." She slipped her
arms around his neck, kissing him with all her built-up passion.

Jason grabbed the sweater she was wearing and removed it
with surprising grace, quickly following with the rest of her clothing. Unable
to resist, Taylor followed suit, desperate to see him naked and ready. Within
moments, they both sat before the fire with nothing between them, nothing to
keep them apart.

He pressed his mouth to one of her breasts, slowly kissing a
path to the next. He nibbled and bit softly as she clutched at his shoulders,
his breath hot against her skin. Jason sucked the nipple deeply into his mouth and
flicked his tongue back and forth across the tip until Taylor moaned and shuddered
beneath his hands.

Taylor arched into his mouth, her body begging for more even
as she closed her fingers around his hardened shaft. Jason ended his sensual torment
of her abruptly. He let out a groan, causing her to ache with need. She was
desperate for him to bury his cock within her.

She finally muttered, "You’re torturing me. I need
you...now!"

"I am?" he teased. He slipped his fingertips down
beyond her stomach and thrust his finger into her hungry pussy, causing her to
scream out his name. "I like having all the control."

She thrust her hips to meet his probing finger, needing more.
"You are in control, always in control. I've given you that."

"Yes, you have." He groaned as he closed his other
hand over her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

Taylor paused, holding still but gazing deep into his eyes. "I
really do want to completely submit to you. I respect you, I honor
you...although, it's going to be tough to always obey you."

Jason smiled softly. "I know it will be." He
swatted her exposed bottom. "Lucky for me, I have ways of reminding you."

She let out a squeal. "Not fair! Unjust punishment."
She laughed loudly.

He laughed before shifting his gaze to the flames that
danced across the logs in the fireplace. He stopped his fondling and just
wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her close against his chest.

"Is there something wrong?" Taylor muttered
against his embrace.

Jason gently stroked her hair, taking a moment to wrap a
curl around his finger. "Am I too demanding? I don't want you to ever feel
that I'm a bully. I worry about that."