Free Exposed (Free Falling) by Raven St. Pierre Page A

and disappeared inside the bathroom.  While he was gone, I stepped out of my shorts, placing them over the back of the chair with the matching blazer.  As I started unbuttoning my blouse, Jason reemerged and I could feel his eyes on me as I stood there in nothing covering my lower half except for my black panties.
    He cursed softly to himself as he gazed at my butt and I subdued an eye roll because I was sure he was watching my reflection in the mirror.  Pressing his erection into my backside, I exhaled a sharp breath that he either missed or ignored.
    “Why don’t you let me get this?”  He said, whispering against my neck after placing a kiss there.  I reached behind me and ran my hand across the back of his neck.
    “I’m kinda tired, babe.  Rain check, though?”
    Jason’s kisses persisted and I watched him undo the rest of the buttons on my blouse.  “You won’t be tired for long,” was the response that he returned.
    Clearly there was no getting out of this.
    If I couldn’t stop it, the least I could do was make it quick. “Lemme get the lights,” I offered.
    Jason walked over to the bed and practically fell on top of it while pullin g his pants down his thighs, kicking them off to the floor.  Once it was dark, I unhooked my bra and tossed it.  My panties followed.
    I crawled up the length of Jason’s body and straddled his waist.  He was already panting and groping me as I accepted the sealed condom from his hand.  Despite us having been together exclusively for two years, and aside from the fact that I’ve been on birth control since college, condoms were one of my many rules when it came to intimacy.  Jason knew them all by heart and never complained openly about having to abide by them…although I was almost positive that he wanted to on occasion.
    Tossing the wrapper to the nightstand , I lifted my leg a little to ease him inside.  Another steady stream of curse words left his mouth and I stared at the sliver of light on the headboard that filtered in past the closed curtain from the street lights outside the window.  I stared at it and counted the minutes while I rode him, knowing that I would get absolutely no pleasure out of the act whatsoever.  That wasn’t one of the rules – that was just a side effect of that infamous experience that had apparently changed the landscape of my sex life forever.
    The rules were: I had to be on top, condoms were a must because the idea of the skin on skin contact of making love without one freaked me out, and I reserved the right to stop no matter how far into the act we were.  Aside from the fact that these restrictions made sex for me more of a chore than an escape, it made it hella boring and methodical.  The element of surprise had completely been removed, but that was actually the whole point of having these rules in place, according to Dr. Gill.
    She assumed that I still bore quite a few emotional scars from Antonio – scars that heightened my anxiety when it came to sex.  So, to quell the fear, I enacted boundaries that Jason and I never deviated from since the first time we’d had sex.  Ever .  For this reason I sometimes wondered if I’d never had an orgasm with him because I was bored, but deep down I knew that it was psychological.  Either way, I was getting ready to fake it once more for the sake of not bruising his ego.
    I moaned and screamed like a pro, gripping and kneading his chest in my hands like I wasn’t in control of my limbs, grinding my hips into his pelvis.  Thinking I was getting excited almost always made him cum, which was technically the reason why I put on such a good act.  I wanted to get off of him, shower, and go to bed ASAP . 
    He grunted and arched upward toward me a little when he climaxed, holding my waist tightly in his hands.  The second I was sure he’d finished, I climbed off of him quickly and got to my feet.  Jason slipped the condom down his length and disappeared in the bathroom to flush