Often sex with Jason tended to go rough, lewd. You two were like beasts in mating season, all over each other. Hands touching, pressing, nails digging into skin in pure pleasure. Breathes mixed, words dirty and provocative. It was sweaty, a marathon where the goal was making the other reach an orgasm. Jason didn’t mean to be possessive those times, he was just so hungry for you, so desperate to feel you, to be felt. Yet sometimes, some very rare times, he went slow and even if you got desperate he would make you stop. Because on those occasions, he wanted to savor you. It is not just your skin, it is the softness of your skin, the warmth of your pliant body against him. He wanted the whole experience as if it were the first time all over again. Oh, and he wants you. He wants to kiss every inch of your body, bite every curb so the next day you become aware of every sinuous form of your body and know he loves it. He loves your body in the perfect way it is. He loves you, as the perfect and unique person you are.
