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Beth doesn't really know what the plan is today, but she's not worried about it either. Whatever they end up doing, she knows she and Jason will have fun. They always do when they get together, and she's looking forward to being able to try climbing another rock.

This time around, she dresses more carefully for the excursion. She wears shoes that are tighter and a little smaller, better for climbing the rock face. She's wearing a pair of exercise tights and a tank top, because she knows it's going to be warm, and Beth isn't usually one for working out a lot, but she'd bought these clothes just for this. She wants to be prepared. She wants Jason to be proud of her.

All she knows for sure is that she's meant to meet him at his place and they'll go from there. She has a water bottle, a little backpack with some snacks, and she's purposely not letting herself think about what they might do after they climb a rock.

Because she very clearly remembers their conversation at the beach that day. They haven't talked about it since then, but she's pretty sure they had both been talking about two things at once and she's excited. Nervous and excited both. Maybe tonight won't be the night, but maybe it will. She's not going to get ahead of herself, but she's not going to count it out either.

"Hey," she calls out when she's close, expecting him to probably be out in his garden. "Jason?"

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"I am," Jason says and starts to ask about protection and the like but holds off. Not because he doesn't want to use it but because he wants to build up to needing it. He's just gotten her clothes off and they've kissed a little so there's plenty of time to get to what he thinks is going to be sex.

She still has time to change her mind and he's still absolutely fine if she does but they can take their time. No one is going to burst in her door to try and take him away so he doesn't have to rush it.

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"Good," Beth says with a smile, then slips her fingers into his hair and pulls him down toward her for another kiss. She can't imagine changing her mind, not now, not with his weight on her, deliciously heavy. His arms are strong and when she touches him, his skin feels hot.

"I really want to," she says again with a laugh. "I really want you."

It feels good to say that, to not be afraid of it, and she slides her hands down his back, over his hips. Her fingers tuck into the waist of his boxers then, her hands creeping inside, over his ass.

"I really want you too," Jason mumbles, tucking his face against her neck when he feels those fingers venture down. He's not a virgin, he's been touched before but it's so different with her. Everything is different with her. He has to focus on his breathing, focus on not making embarrassing noises because all he wants to do is coo and purr and moan against her skin.

He doesn't though. He mouths at her neck and licks her pulse while she feels his ass and god, does that feel good. It feels so good.

That makes her feel good, a rippling of pleasure that rolls through her and settles low in the base of her spine. It makes her push her hips up again, wanting to get closer to him. What she really wants is just to feel him, the heat of his skin against her, and her hands both slip completely into his boxers. She's nudging them down bit by bit, revealing more of his skin, shifting under him to help herself get them off.

"I, um," she murmurs, feeling a little shy. Turning her head, she presses her lips to the edge of his jaw, the skin just in front of his ear.

"I want to see you," she finally manages to say, her cheeks burning as she does. Speaking so plainly always embarrasses her, but it's still the truth. "All of you."

"All of -- oh." He can feel the heat in her face as she speaks and he hides a smile against her neck before pushing himself up a bit. His boxers are almost all the way down but they're not down enough for him to fully be naked.

That is something he's going to have to do and so he does, hooking his fingers into the waist of his shorts and pushing them down until he's having to shifted a bit, plucking them from around his legs and then he's there before her, naked and trying not to blush himself.

"God, you're..." But she trails off, her cheeks still pink, even though she doesn't look away from him. He's so handsome and Beth knows she's been really lucky in that regard, all these handsome men who have wanted her for some reason and Jason is no exception.

She reaches out for him again, trailing her hands over his skin, her fingertips gliding over his stomach, the edge of his hip, teasing him for a moment. Then her palm grazes his cock and she's touched him before, she's gotten him off before, but this is still different.

There's nothing between them now, except the one last layer of her underwear, and they're in her bed.

He wasn't ready for that touch. It's barely a touch, feather light and quick, but he still shivers and his skin still flushes. He has to lean down, brace a hand on the bed so he doesn't fall over. He's no teenager but he sure feels like one right now.

"You're going to inflate my ego," he says with a little shake of his head. But, he doesn't want her to not look at him like that. It's so, so, so warming, so good to look at her and know she's seeing him for him. She's not looking at him as a means to get something or as a way to accomplish a goal. She's just seeing him.

"I want to see you too," he murmurs, reaching for her underwear now, heart thumping loudly in his chest.

As far is Beth is concerned, Jason should feel good about himself, he should know how good looking he is, and she has no problem being the one to tell him. She used to be much more self conscious about her own body, about the straight, narrow way she's built, without much in the way of any curves, but it's not like she can hide that under clothes. If Jason didn't like that, she has to figure he wouldn't be here now.

So she reaches down to help him with her underwear, pulling them over her hips, kicking them carefully away.

She's nervous and yet not. She wants Jason to look at her and she wants to feel the weight of his gaze and his hands both. She wants to know that he wants her as much as she wants him.

Oh. Oh.

Suddenly, they're both very naked and suddenly his heart is pounding. Not because he's nervous but because she looks so beautiful like this. He swallows around a knot in his throat and then leans down to press the lightest of kisses against her lips.

And then he starts sliding kisses down her body, down her chest and near her navel, down and down, getting closer to her thighs and the spot between her legs. He's not doing much to be subtle, trying to let her know what he is going to do in a second but he's not rushing, not pushing, not going too fast.

Beth inhales sharply at the touch of Jason's mouth against her skin and she reaches out, her fingers carding through his hair. They're in no hurry and she loves the way his lips feel, how warm he is, and her other hand slides across his back as he slips away from her.

A shiver goes through her when he kisses her stomach, near the edge of her hip. Her muscles tighten and then relax and a soft laugh slips out of her, one that speaks of excitement and anticipation and pleasure.

"Jason," she breathes, liking even the way his name sounds.

Jason smiles up at her, sliding his hands up and down her thighs as he settles in between them. He's a little nervous, yes, but only because he wants to make sure she feels good. He wants her to enjoy herself and he's just a little anxious because it's been awhile since he's really been with someone so thoroughly, so completely.

"Is this all right?" Jason asks, nodding down at her. "Is this -- do you want me to?"

"Yes," she says, laughing. Every other moment her mood seems to shift just a little, going from laughter to absolute breathlessness and she thinks that's such a good sign of what they are to each other and what they are together. Jason makes her happy, he can make her laugh, but at the same time, he can do this.

She feels particularly undone with him.

"I really, really want you to," she tells him and the fingers in his hair relax, stroking against his scalp. It's alright, everything is more than okay, she's trying to tell him that with just her eyes, the way she touches him. This is everything she wants. And hopefully it's what he wants, too.

"Good," Jason says before lowering himself down and nosing himself against her thighs. He could have gone right to where they both wanted him, could have just dove in, metaphorically speaking, but he wants to make this good, make it right, make it memorable.

So, he presses kisse against her thighs before he moves more between her legs and licks her open slowly, carefully. He's touched her before but this is an entirely new kind of touch and he wants to learn what she likes just as much as he wants to give her pleasure.

He's going so excruciatingly slowly that Beth finds herself nearly whimpering almost immediately. It's good, it's so good, his touch and his hands on her and his tongue, and her hand tightens in his hair again. She's not pulling, she's careful not to yank, but she needs something to hold onto, some part of him to ground her.

This is a really good place for their rock climbing adventure to have ended up.

With her head back against the bed, Beth stares up at the ceiling for a moment before she realizes she wants to see him. Reaching blindly behind her, she grabs a pillow and shoves it under her head, propping herself so she can look at Jason. Even just the sight of him between her legs sends a rolling thrill of pleasure through her and she gasps again.

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She tastes good. That's the first thought that pops into his head once he's opened her up so he can lick her. She tastes good and he licks at her slowly, exploratory, experimentally. Everything he's done so far she's seemed to like so he keeps at that, memorizing spots that make him shiver and moan and squirm.

Her hands are in his hair and that is what spurs him to let his tongue just pass over her clit, the barest of touches because he wants to feel that reaction. He wants to grab at his hair a bit, moan, pant, whatever but he wants to experience it all.

"Oh, God," she breathes at that swipe of his tongue, her back arching a little when the electric pulses of pleasure go through her. Her grip in his hair tightens for a moment before it relaxes again and she's breathing a little harder now. No part of her had expected to not enjoy all of it, she'd known right from the start they would both have a good time, but it's so different being in the moment.

His tongue on her clit is so good, so light, and it makes her lift her hips a little, wordlessly begging for more of the same.

"Jason... oh my God," she manages to say. Trying to encourage him. Her brain doesn't feel like it's working, though, like she can't quite form the right words.

Those are good sounds and those are good wods. Even someone like Jason who constantly wants to talk himself into believing the worst can't deny that she's liking what he's doing which means he should, of course, keep doing it.

The next time his tongue finds her clit, it's a little more solid, more firm. He presses down and wiggles his tongue before licking back into her, pressing as deep as he possibly can before sliding back and focusing on her clit once again.

A part of her feels like they've been waiting for something like this forever, even though she knows they haven't. It's just been a build up, waiting to be ready, feeling just a little bit on edge every time they kissed. But he's growing more confident and she can feel heat coursing through her, sliding deliciously down her spine, into her pelvis, gathering in her muscles.

"Jason," she breathes again, the word bordering on a moan as she arches toward him. "That's so... that's good."

She wants more, too, she wants him inside her and she knows it's coming, but even so she can't find the words to ask for it. He has to know, especially with the sounds she's making, the way she's breathing and grabbing at him.

He can hear the thready note in her voice, the indication that maybe he needs to ease off soon if he doesn't want her to come but this is -- it's so good and it's hard to pull himself away just yet. He slows down, trying not to overwhelm her too much before he, eventually, does pull off.

His face is wet and his eyes are bright when he crawls back up towards her, a little smile on his face.

"That was good?" he asks because he's him and he has to check.

Beth laughs at the question, curling toward him as he crawls back up her body, feeling too close to the edge, still needy for something. He'd brought her so close and then backed off and she knows she's not prepared to have a conversation about it.

All she wants is him.

"Yes," she says, a bit breathless, pressing her mouth to his shoulder, against the line of his throat. Her hand slides down his back, over the curve of his ass again before she reaches between their bodies and wraps her fingers around the length of his cock.

Jason hisses, arms feeling a little shaky all the sudden. It's ridiculous because she's barely touched him but that's all it takes apparently. A touch from her is enough to leave him breathless and shaking and ready to do anything she asks.

"Do you have -- " They should use something, he thinks. He hasn't been with anyone and he knows it's been some time for her but still, it's the responsible thing to do.

"-- something?" he manages to get out between dropping kisse all over her face and shoulders.

She really likes that, the sounds Jason makes when she touches him and she strokes his cock, slowly at first, letting herself get used to touching him.

"In the drawer," she answers, though it's hard to speak with Jason kissing her, with his mouth all over her skin like it is. She's still right on the edge, needing him almost desperately, and she's only half thinking about anything beyond just touching him and having him touch her.

But they need a condom. For all she wants to be a mother eventually, she knows she's not ready for it yet. And they're not ready for it together. So she takes one hand off him, reaching for the drawer beside her.

Good that means he doesn't have to go find his pants and get something from there. He doesn't have to move away from her at all so he doesn't, taking the condom from her and opening it up. He's about to get it on quickly, hastily when he realizes that it might be something she wants to do so he stops himself.

She's got her hand on his cock after all and he really doesn't want her to have to take it away so he bites his lip and asks, "Do you -- do you want to?"

Beth's not really thinking, she's only watching Jason's hands, watching the shift of his muscle, taking in every last thing she can before she realizes he's asking her about the condom. She gives him a quick smile, trusting that to be her answer as she reaches and takes it back from him. He's hard and smooth and warm in her hand.

This is one of those things she feels like she's never quite gotten the hang of and she fumbles a little, laughing at herself as she rolls the condom down slowly.

"Okay," she breathes, sliding her hands over his back again. "Okay."

"You can't mess this up," Jason says like he's reading her mind. He's thinking something similar, that he's going to mess this up, do the wrong thing, ruin the mood so he can only assume she's right there with him.

And she's doing really well, hands on his cock, rolling the condom down, making him shiver. He has to put a hand down on the head to brace himself so he doesn't fall over.

"So good," he mumbles, nodding. "So good."