Airport encounter

Disclaimer : Luc Besson doesn\'t beong to me and everything that\'ll write about him is false. But the story is MINE, so ask first before you use it. Thank you.

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Jason was right, when she woke up the day after she couldn’t sit, not even walk. She was sore, she had bruises on her hips but she felt sated, satisfied.

“You keep your promises too well Mr Ashcroft.” She said as her lover stirred.

“I thought I was Jason, your god!” he teased then mimicked her “Oh god, Jason!”

She poked him in the ribs.

“I can’t stand, I can’t walk, I can’t sit! You happy!” she complained.

“Aww…. Sorry…But I’m not sorry. This will give me the occasion to take care of you,” he murmured in her ear.

“You’ve already very well taking care of me!” she mumbled with irony.

“I won’t stick my cock in you today. Promise. And by the end of the day, you’ll be able to walk again,” he promised.

He was very amused by the situation.

“Oh, and how would you do that?” she asked.

“Just sit and watch.”

“You forgot? I can’t sit!” she yelled.

“Oh, baby don’t shout,” he said as he nuzzled her neck. “Don’t shout,” he whispered. And though it was just a whisper she recognized that it was an order. An order that she was happy to comply to.

He kissed her, and for several minutes, their tongues duelled, as if regretting that today they won’t be any moans and groans of pleasure in this room. His hands travelled again on her aching body, not only aching because the day before events but also aching for his touch.

“First I need to get up!” he said when they stopped kissing. He could already see the longing in her eyes, the desire that he felt too.
“Just lie still. I’ll be back.” He said and kissed her nose.

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Twenty minutes later, he was back with a tray. There was orange juice, croissant, bread, coffee, tea, hot chocolate, butter, marmelade. And a red rose in the mouth.

Mae had drifted back to sleep when she heard him leaving the house to get the bread and the croissant and the rose probably. So, he put the tray on the floor and proceeded to the waking of his lover.

She was beautiful laying on the bed, her dark hair forming a halo around her head on the pillow. He blew his hot breath in her neck. She moved but didn’t wake.
He took the rose and trailed a path with it on her face, then he reached her neck and continued downwards, reaching her breast. That was when she stirred.

“Hey!” she said.

“Hey yourself.”

She smiled and looked at the rose.

“For you.” Jason told her before she could ask a question.

She took hold of the flower and smelled it.

“Thank you.”

“Now, I’ll help you sit.” He declared and when it was done, he put the tray in front of her.

She couldn’t help but let a tear roll down her face.

“Thank you.” She repeated again.

And he muffled the rest of the sentence with his lips devouring hers.

“Eat.” He ordered when he pulled away. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

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After the breakfast, he brought her in the bathroom and with great care he washed her. Her hair, her body. She was like a doll in his hand.

When he was finished, he wrapped her in a towel, and brought her back on the bed.

“So what now?” she asked with a smile playing on her lips. She was happy. And he was happy that he was the one who made her happy.
He said nothing but lay her on her stomach.
The next thing she knew was that she was having a massage by Jason Ashcroft. He was skilled with his hands. But that she knew already. He didn’t forget any parts of her body. Starting with her shoulders and her neck. Blowing from time to time his hot breath on her bare skin. Each time she felt a thrill ran down her spine, and goose bump raise all over her body.
Then he moved on her hips. Taking care not to hurt her because, she had bruises on these parts of the body. There, he didn’t massage her, he caressed her, and accompanied his caress with sorries.

When he reached her arse, he admitted : “ I really like you ass. You know that?”
She didn’t answer, just moaned.
He ran one finger between her butt cheeks until her reached her clit and felt her wetness. He chuckled and teased her.

“Can’t get enough of me huh?”

Then he continued his path and finished with massaging her feet. As he gently flipped her over, she was sound asleep again.

“Sleep my beauty.” He murmured tenderly as he nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck. He resumed his massage and took care of her arms. He gently licked her fingers then moved to her breast and licked them, he licked all his way down to her crotch.

§§§§
That’s when the phone went off.

“Hello.”

“Hey Jason. I got you a flight back to the states in two hours. They’ll be a limo waiting for you, where ever you are, in ten minutes. Better hurry up.”
He recognized the voice. David, his agent.

“Okay.” He replied and then looked at the sleeping form in the bed next to him.

“You ok? You seem strange?” David inquired.

“Hum…yeah, just had a rough night…” he stammered.

“Ah, missing the Five-star hotel, huh?” teased his agent.

‘Not at all’, he thought. ‘I’ll be missing her.’

“Anyway, see you back at home tomorrow, ok?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jason nodded absentmindedly.

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He should have woke her up, and told her that he had to go. Then he would have given her his number, and told her that (not ‘I love you’) but at least, that he liked her and that he was going to miss her. They would kiss and he would go.

But he didn’t, he just left without saying going good bye and just wrote a ‘Had to go. Hope we’ll meet someday again. It was nice meeting you.’ Not signed.

When she woke up, she reached for someone beside her, but he was already gone.

Ten weeks later, she found out that she was pregnant.