Fierce Midnight Part II
His body, with hardly any provocation from Tessa, was more than ready. He wasn't sure how embarrassed he should be. Although, Tessa didn't seemed to have noticed it yet, or was choosing not to. He, on the other hand, was almost painfully aware of how stiff his member had become. It'd happened before, of course, he was seventeen years old. He'd learned quickly how to deal with the condition and that had been that, until now. This was an entirely new concept. How was he meant to proceed? He knew that Tessa was just as on fire as he was, and would need release just as he did. But which method do I use? Traditional intercourse? Separate, but mutual satisfaction? How hard would it be to achieve her satisfaction? Despite this internal questioning of himself, Jem realized there also seemed to be some instinct he was following that ran as deep as his bones. Well, fortune favors the brave, does it not? His fingers slipped into the nonexistent space between them, finding the buttons that held her nightdress closed; he bent to kiss her bared shoulder as the fabric slid aside. It was a smooth, pale cream color in the moonlight. Tessa gasped, her fingers clenching in the covers. Jem smiled to himself. He was incredibly pleased at her reaction.
He found the next button and slipped it free, baring the valley between her breasts, bringing him closer to that which he longed to see. The next button allowed him to pull the placket open until it revealed most of her upper chest. Jem's mouth went dry. Oh, my. Tessa's gorgeous, there was no other word he could think to describe them, breasts were not overly large but not small, either. The material of her gown rested on either side of her nipples, which were a dusty rose color and he could see them harden after being exposed to the air. He could only stare at her incandescent loveliness. Jem nor Tessa uttered a word or sound. Her breath had caught and Jem sensed she was waiting for what he would do next, allowing him to take control, letting him know he had her absolute trust. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, so he did it.
Leaning down Jem kissed a path between her breasts before moving over to her left breast, then took the nipple into his mouth. She groaned and Jem felt it shoot straight to his groin. He didn't think it was possible, but he hardened further. He couldn't recall a time when he'd ever been this aroused since his body had began changing. It's Tessa, he thought. It was the only explanation. Tessa whimpered when he flicked his tongue over the stiff peak. He brought his right hand up when he switched breasts so that he could lavish the same attention upon her right nipple, unwilling to abandon the first. Her hands came up and Tessa began running her fingers through his hair again. Emboldened by her continuous whimpers, Jem moved his right hand down her body to her legs, skimming upwards, her nightdress rising, until he reached the apex of her thighs, parting at Jem's urging. Her hands stopped, in what he assumed to be surprise, but she didn't tell him to stop. He could feel the curls guarding her sex and cupped her, gently rubbing the heel of his palm against her. Tessa twisted beneath him, whimpering again. She had never looked more beautiful to Jem.
Cautiously and slowly so as not to startle Tessa, Jem slipped a finger through her folds. He could feel her sharp inhale of breath. Jem knew there was a place somewhere inside he needed to find that would help her climax. It just needed to be found. He noticed the wetness coating his finger as he explored this most womanly part of Tessa. He knew this, in addition to the sounds she was making, were signs of her own arousal. He was extraordinarily pleased it was of his doing. Don't boast or be overly confident, he chided himself. His arousal was urging him onward, but this was not something Jem wanted to rush. He wanted to take his time, savor her, make sure Tessa felt an orgasm too, a term he'd learned from a most helpful book found by accident. In a non-arrogant way, he was confident that she would, but Jem likened this to a new piece of music to play. Jem would eventually master the piece, but he needed to learn the feel of the music. Only now Tessa's body was the composition, his hands the bow, her climax the triumphant result of conquering the piece.
It was in this mindset that Jem found what he was searching for. It was a little bud hidden inside her folds. When he lightly touched it, Tessa gasped with what he recognized as shock. Jem wagerd that Tessa never knew this place existed on her body before, or what touching it could do. He was happy he would be the one to show her. That is, if he did it correctly. Surely I can. How difficult could it be? To test this theory, Jem swirled his finger around the bud, causing Tessa to moan, her pelvis pushing up ever so slightly. Yes, this is definitely the spot I needed. Jem couldn't help the wide smile spreading across his face.
Jem explored her further, ignoring how tight his trousers had become. Telling himself to pay no attention to it his finger found her entrance and he pushed inside, feeling her walls clench around it. His member throbbed, almost relieving himself inside his trousers as he imagined how this would feel if he were inside her. Calm yourself, James! He mentally instructed. You're a Shadowhunter, for the Angel's sake, you know what self-discipline is! Tessa is your only priority at the moment. Bending his head Jem took her nipple back into his mouth and added a second finger. She was so very tight! He vowed to be as gentle as possible, moving his fingers steadily inside and out. His hair was clutched, not painfully, in her unmoving hands, as if anchoring his head to her breast. Tessa sighed his name while writhing under him.
Moving his thumb to the hidden bud, he pressed down with more pressure than before, her hips bucking in response. The combination of his mouth and fingers was Tessa's undoing. Her back arched, head thrown back, eyes shut tight, she climaxed with a shout of his name before collapsing down onto the bed. She was flushed and panting and Jem thought it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
Despite his own need, Jem just looked at her while she recovered. Tessa's cheeks were still flushed, a sheen of sweat covered her body, hair stuck to her face and neck, her chest heaving; Tessa looked thoroughly ravished. He was in awe of her and that this alluring sight had been his doing. As he gazed down at her, Jem noticed her blush reached all the way down to the tops of her breasts. He throbbed again. He shifted, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. Tessa opened her eyes at his movement. She gave him a breathtaking grin. He smiled back. "Turn over," Tessa whispered. Jem obeyed without question.
Jem had just settled on his back and was surprised when Tessa moved to straddle him, settling on his hips, his hard member bulging firmly against her backside. Jem realized she could feel it when her eyes widened a little before she gave him a saucy grin, then she lifted her nightdress over her head, tossing it to the floor to join his shirt. Even in the dim moonlight Jem could see her glorious body she bared before him. His eyes traveled the length of her body, taking in every lovely inch, until they settled at the triangle of brown curls between her thighs. So that's what it looks like. He grinned at the thought. Jem was then drawn back to her face when she giggled. "Do you like what you see, Mr. Carstairs?" She cocked an eyebrow, smirking at him.
Jem rested his palms on the tops of her thighs. Grinning back and giving a light squeeze, Jem answered, "You have no idea, Miss Gray. And you, do you like what you see?" Jem couldn't help but jest back.
Tessa frowned in concentration. "Hmm—I don't think I can answer that honestly, as I do not have all the available information."
"What?" Jem was utterly confused. Information? What information?
Tessa giggled again. "I believe these," she tapped his trousers with a pointed finger, "are a hindereance." She was so serious, but her eyes told a different story with the mischievous glint in them. Jem loved how teasing she was, even in a sexual setting. "Well, Miss Gray, let us see what can be done about that." She chuckled, but obliged by moving off him so that he could remove them. After his trousers joined the rest of their clothing, Jem didn't look back at Tessa. His member was fully erect and he was able to admit to himself he was more than a little self-conscious again; worried at her reaction. Who knew what she would think seeing the male form naked for the first time, and a beyond aroused naked male.
"Jem," Tessa said softly. "Look at me." His eyes sought hers. "I told you before that you are beautiful, and I meant it." He didn't doubt the sincerity in her tone or eyes. Taking his silence as acceptance she climbed back onto his lap so that his member was directly in front of her, standing proudly, ready. "Show me what to do." Her voice was low and husky. It took Jem a moment to understand what she meant. When he did, he took her right hand and wrapped it around him, his hand on top of hers. "Like this." He applied some pressure then moved his hand slowly up and down a few times. Certain she understood, he let go, content to let Tessa choose her own pace. He shut his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of Tessa pleasuring him. He never imagined it would feel this good or so different from when he did this himself. It did not compare.
Tessa chose a leisurely pace for a time but learning from his ministrations upon her body, soon added more presssre and speed. It wasn't long before Jem stayed her hand, unable to control himself for much longer. Her eyes and voice uncertain, Tessa began, "Did I—" He knew she thought she did something wrong.
"No," he interrupted her, "No, you were perfect. I couldn't—that is—I was about to—" Jem was flustered. He wasn't quite sure how to tell her he was so close to finding his relief in her hand, and much sooner than he wanted. "Ah," she said before she stretched her body down over his. "I'm ready," she said against his lips, then kissed him deeply. Gathering her in his arms, Jem rolled until she was underneath him. Jem kissed her unhurriedly, loving the feeling of her bare breasts against his chest, their legs tangling together. He needed a few moments to gather his wits about him. If he didn't he was afraid he would climax almost as soon as he entered her. He knew this would hurt her and didn't want to be distracted when his focus should be on her. There was no doubt he would find his release, he just wanted Tessa to feel that bliss again after the pain she was about to feel.
Jem could feel his body yearning for him to be inside her, and inside her quickly. He was close, but he was familiar enough with his body that he could calm himself, to take his time. He didn't want this to be over too soon. Besides, he was curious to know if he could make Tessa climax again during intercourse. Kissing her, he raised up enough so that he could find her little bud of pleasure again. She was slicker than she had been previously and Jem was glad. The more moisture there was the easier it would be to enter her. Tessa's eyes were closed again, drowning in the feelings he was causing. Hoping a distraction would help keep her relaxed, he'd read that being tense would only hurt her more, he returned his mouth to her nipple. She plunged her fingers into his hair while at the same time he removed his hand, coming to rest on his left forearm. She didn't seem to notice.
Taking his member in his hand he guided himself to her sex, hesitating only a moment before pushing the tip past her folds. He could feel the moment Tessa realized what he was doing. "Shh, it's alright." She nodded mutely, accepting his reassurance, trusting him. He was humbled she did so, and so openly. He smiled and pecked her lips lightly, feeling her relax when he pulled away from her. Reassured himself, Jem rubbed his tip along her sex, coating himself with her wetness. Confident, yet cautious, he found her entrance again and slowly began pushing his member inside.
Tight—so tight. Jem groaned, closing his eyes at the exquisite pleasure he felt as he slowly enveloped himself in her warm heat. He stopped when he came to the barrier hindering his progress. This is it. Jem thought. This is where I can't avoid hurting her. Not giving Tessa time to tense again, Jem pulled back a little and surged forward, breaking through her maidenhead, effectively marking her as a virgin no longer. Tessa gasped and her hands, which had come to rest on his upper arms, tightened around him. He stilled, letting her become accustomed to his intrusion. It was almost torture, to stay so still. But still he would stay, until she was ready for more. He rested his forehead against hers, waiting, willing his body to be patient.
"Tessa?" Jem could hear the strain in his voice. "Are you—"
"I'm fine," came Tessa's breathy reply, cutting him off. "I—I only need a moment." Jem would give her as many as she needed. Finally after what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than half a minute, Tessa relaxed and lightly squeezed his arms. Jem took this as a signal that she was ready for him to continue.
Completely cognizant that Tessa might still feel some discomfort, Jem slowly pulled back then re-entered her. Her wetness making it easy. He found that he could slide further inside every time he pushed back in. It was glorious, her tight walls around him. After two more gentle thrusts, Jem found himself fully seated inside her, her wet heat surrounding his entire member. The pleasure was almost painful, his eyes nearly rolling all the way back into his head, but he knew it would get even better. He groaned and nearly climaxed at that thought alone. Concentrate, you will not find your release until Tessa does again, Jem silently vowed.
Jem's thrusts became more purposeful, increasing his pace each time. Soon, Tessa was moaning, each one serving to only heighten Jem's pleasure, resulting in him quickening his pace further. His breathing was as ragged as hers. Her walls were so snug, his entry so smooth due to her wetness that Jem knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Shifting, he brought his hand between them again, using his finger on her bud. Tessa moaned loudly at his touch. He increased the pressure of his finger while increasing his thrusts. The stimulation was enough for Tessa. Her walls began to clench spasmodically around him. "Jem!" Tessa shouted, he whole body went rigid beneath him. She then went boneless, dropping back down onto the mattress, gasping for air.
Jem was so close that Tessa's climax and shout pushed him to the edge. Once, twice, three times more Jem thrust into Tessa, and he fell and fell. With enough sense left, Jem pulled himself out of Tessa, just in time for warm, white liquid to spurt from his member onto her stomach. Even though she was most likely a warlock, it still would be prudent to not risk a pregnancy, not being absolutely certain she couldn't conceive.
His arms no longer able to support him, he collapsed on top of her. The only sound in the room was their harsh breathing. Not sure how long it took to come back to himself, Jem became aware that Tessa was drawing indistinct patterns on his back. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes.
"Did I hurt you much?" He almost feared her answer. Tessa's smile was radiant.
"No." Seeing the expression of disbelief that must've been on his face, Tessa spoke again. "Only a little—at first. Then—it was—" Tessa couldn't continue, her face flushing a deep red, averting her eyes from his. Jem couldn't help but chuckle at her embarrassment, dropping his forehead to hers. "Oh, Tessa Gray, you are adorable." He kissed her before she could ask why he would say she was adorable just then. He didn't know exactly, but he found it profoundly so that she would be embarrassed to admit she found pleasure in making love. He supposed it was her mundane upbringing again. He, for one, was immensely pleased she found release in the physical expression of love. Twice! And even more pleased that she found it with him, James Carstairs. James Carstairs, the ill Shadowhunter, the Shadowhunter with a disability, always to be pitied, seen as weaker, lesser. A Shadowhunter unlikely to live much past his eighteenth birthday, if he made it to his eighteenth birthday. All the insults, the stinging barbs, sometimes unintentionally said yet still hurtful, the sad, pitying looks directed at him, none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was how Tessa was looking at him. Jem had never felt happier than he did at this exact moment.
Jem would've been content to stay as he was forever. Lying against her, inhaling the scent that was uniquely Tessa mingling with their scent. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling that overcame him. But Jem realized that while he was not powerfully built, he must be somewhat heavy, still lying atop her as he was. He shifted off of her, removing himself from the bed altogether. He immediately felt the loss of her warmth, but he now had another concern. The tell-tale product of his release was on both of their stomachs, and to his slight horror, until he remembered it was perfectly normal, the scarlet evidence of her virginity on his now softened member. If there was blood on him, then she surely must be covered in it as well. The thought then occurred to him that there must be blood on the sheets, too. He pushed it aside, to deal with later. Blood on my sheets, of course, was never anything new, he thought wryly.
He walked to his dresser, poured water from the pitcher into the wash basin. Picking up one of the many white cloths always on hand, he dipped it into the water and quickly swiped it over his stomach and member. Clean, he picked up the basin then turned and walked back to the bed after grabbing a fresh cloth. While silent, Tessa had sat up and pulled the sheet to cover herself. He smiled at her modesty, even after what they had just done. Jem set the basin of water on his side table and sat next to her. "Tessa, may I help clean you?" He said it matter of factly, no hint of embarrassment. His tone must've soothed and reassured her for she moved the sheet away from her body without saying a word. Jem would never take the trust she placed in him this night for granted. She had given him something special, and it warmed his heart considerably.
Her embarrassment seeming to have lessened, Tessa watched Jem wet the cloth, wring it out, then wipe the white substance from her abdomen. Wringing the excess water out after wetting the cloth again, he moved to her thighs where blood could be seen. Jem noted that she looked away this time. He gently removed the blood, repeated wetting and wringing the cloth out, then moved to the apex of her thighs. Although his touch was light, Tessa still flinched a little, inhaling sharply. "I'm sorry," he said, finishing and dropping the cloth into the basin. Tessa looked at him and smiled. It's all right. I'm only—a little sore." A little pink tinged both of their cheeks.
Tessa surprised Jem when she scooted away from him, but it was farther into the bed. Laying down, she patted the space beside her. Jem knew what she wanted and slid beneath the covers, lying down on his back. He was pleased when she immediately moved closer, resting her head on his chest. She tangled her leg with his and laid her arm across his middle, the top of her head just under his chin. He rested his cheek on the top of it, breathing her in deeply, feeling a sleepy contentedness steal over him. She was warm and her breasts snuggled against his side was a wonderful feeling. It was almost enough to ignite his desire again when Tessa's voice broke him from his thoughts. "I want to lie next to you for a little while." Her voice was drowsy. "Stay as long as you like," Jem replied in a whisper as he planted a kiss on top of her head. Stay forever, he added silently. He angled his head to rest his cheek on top of her head; both Tessa and Jem fell asleep with a smile.
