Author's Notes: This is Part II of the "Bedsheets, Bathtubs and Boardroom Tables" series.
A super thanks to Supergirls2008 for your support and for your help with the soul bearing conversation between Warner and Juliette!
WARNING! This part contains graphic sexual content. Please read something else if you are otherwise sensitive or offended by such content. You have been WARNED!
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~Sweetwaterspice
*Once you get a taste of Warner you just can't get enough!*
The Boardroom Table
Part II
I have spent my whole life waiting and hoping for someone to come crashing into me, leaving me breathless. I want someone to leave their fingerprints on my skin and to make me feel alive because I have spent so much time barely living. Touch me and leave your marks against me; on my lips and on my hips. I'm waiting. ~ Anonymous
~Warner
A smile spreads across her lips and without a single word she pulls my head down to her mouth, her tongue tracing over my lips and she slips her full tongue inside my mouth to meet mine. She moans and…
My heart explodes.
My mind is reeling. I break the kiss, taking several deep breaths to slow down my heart rate. I look into Juliette's eyes and see nothing but fire and I'm overwhelmed by the degree of passion she directs at me. She cups my face with her hands slowly dragging her right hand down the side of my neck as her lips follow suit. My eyes have fallen closed and every part of me is alive and every nerve is exposed to the feel of her hands, of her lips, of her hips…
My hand runs down her bare hip and I look down at her naked form beneath me. "Is this really happening?" I ask her, "Or am I dreaming, Juliette?"
"Touch me…feel me…all of me, Aaron." Her lips tickle my ear sending shivers throughout my body. Her words enslave my every thought and I resign to do as she's told me. I touch, I feel…all of her.
She lets out a soft moan as my hand dips between her legs feeling her desire bathe my fingers. Desperation is knocking at our doors, screaming for what we've both been holding unto, what we've been keeping from the other. But no longer can we wait. Like a storm, it's too strong to control, ready to sweeps us both from this earth.
Juliette pushes my shirt from my shoulders and I shake it off impatiently my need to feel her nakedness against my own skin, this desire, licking me with white fire heat from the inside out. We can't contain our kisses, now desperate and feverish. Her hands are running over my bared arms, chest, neck and back.
"Oh God…I can't…take it anymore," I whisper, barely able to speak.
Sitting back on my legs I undo my belt, pulling the strap from the buckle. I've never experienced torment like this before. This agony in my trousers crying for relief that only Juliette can give me. She has joined me, her mouth on my neck and collarbone, her kisses on my chest. Her hunger pulsates through her lips and hands; I feel its growing intensity but she's giving me no opportunity to recover my senses. I'm being devoured and I willingly succumb. I feel as if my skin is the only thing keeping me together in one piece and it's proving to not be quite enough. Instead of a shield, it's proven to be a sponge, soaking every drop of her affection, driving me to a level of madness I knew for a certainty was otherwise impossible.
Both of us are naked.
Her body is delectable, pressed against mine. Her skin on my skin. My lips on her lips. Her hands touching places of me I hadn't allowed to be touched before. We're breathing hard and can't quench our thirst for mouths, lips and tongues. I'm in excruciating pain, and I know she feels my need for her pressing against her stomach. We manage to regain some of ourselves as we allow a moment to breathe, my hands cupping each side of her face, hers resting softly on my ass.
I guide her back down on the mattress. It gives to the motions of our bodies as I settle between her legs. I take a moment to admire her. And I still can't believe out of the thousands and thousands of people I've come across, I found the one who would steal my soul.
Juliette's hands are running down my arms. She hasn't torn her gaze from me but continues to bore deeper into my being. "You're so beautiful," I whisper. "I don't deserve you," I tell her. "Are you sure that you want this, Juliette? Me?"
She nods. "Yes…I do." Her smile is priceless and she raises her head to kiss me so sensually, so softly I feel like I've deserted my body and am floating.
She gives a small moan, as I slide the head of my manhood against her.
She speaks. "Aaron…I…I don't know what to do."
Her innocence captivates me. I will become her lover tonight…her first and only lover. I'm still besides myself with disbelief. I'm holding her in my arms. I'm going to make love to Juliette. And her first time will be with me.
I lean down, kiss her feather-like and smile. "Don't worry. You're in excellent hands, love."
Juliette's body is a like a fine piece of art…a Rembrandt, a Michael Angelo…exquisite in color, texture and layer. Visually pleasing but sensually breathtaking.
My penis pushes into her and her lips part as she feels the pressure against her entrance. Her moans as we begin to connect excite me. I remind myself to be gentle, to take my time. There is only one first time and I want our first together and her first to be something she will remember for as long as we live.
Her fingers tighten around my triceps as she whimpers in pain. I can sense she's scared and unsure. Her body seeks to ease her worry – it's evident from her grip on my arms which has tightened a little more. "I'm sorry, love," I whisper in her ear. "I don't want to hurt you. If you want me to stop…"
"No…don't…don't," she quickly replies. I hesitate, but when I make no motion to continue, she says, "Please, Aaron," in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.
I know the temporary discomfort will soon fade but the thought that as she is giving me this precious gift despite the pain she endures, it oddly fills me with even more love for her. And gratefulness. Her hips and thighs stiffen to stop my forward progress and I guide her through the process, helping her relax her body and mind with soft spoken words and warm caresses. She nods and apologizes and it's the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I continue, pulling gently back and pushing forward as her opening gives and I feel her heat for the first time. I groan into her neck, her hand is in my hair, the other clutches my shoulder. As I move into her, she gives way and I meet her barrier. I lift my head to look into her eyes, moistened with tears. It's lovely and painful at the same time – to look into her eyes to see it – pain, acceptance, desire…love. It's a love potion she's giving me to drink and I gulp it down and like a drug the effects are…euphoric.
I wipe the tears from her eyes with my thumb. "I love you." I say the words but my heart declares it with one accord. Juliette holds on to me, her obvious pain voiced in an audible scream as soon I shed her barrier. She's holding on tight as I soothe her with gentle kisses and words. The storm passes, her body is languid as she lets out a breath. And there's nothing keeping us apart.
"Aaron," she exhales.
"Yes, love," I answer as I kiss her neck.
"Make love to me. Show me…"
My life will never be the same again.
Our bodies are one and my heart melts as my manhood is now wrapped around a silken wall of heat. I bite my bottom lip as I allow myself to ease into a smooth rhythm. Juliette moans, her hands grip my arms, her mouth is set against my jaw. Her body begins to adjust to mine with every stroke and she's perfect. She fits me perfectly…like a custom made glove. My member is swollen and its insistence on satisfaction and relief is driving me to grant it what it wants. But, I remind myself she is fragile and I must take my time but I've waited for so long and it is proving to be the most difficult task. I switch my thoughts to her. How much I love her. How much I've wanted this. How much this moment changes everything in my world. Does she even realize it?
We are settled now. The rhythm of my…of our bed is steady and controlled, lending itself to the movements of my thrusts, my appendage rubbing slowly, fully against her womanhood. Her body responds as I feel her essence coating me, making every advance exquisitely sensitive and yet, powerfully enjoyable as we make love. My heart flutters that she is here with me. Juliette is my lover. Tonight is the first of many and for all those to follow, I promise to make each as treasured as this, our first time together. Juliette moans louder as my thrusts become more eager. Her hands push against my pelvis, a reminder that I have to take it easier. Again, it is proving quite difficult. But I rein myself as she kisses me and our rhythm slows again, methodically, ceremoniously, tenderly.
"I love you, Aaron…so much," she whispers in my ear and those words permeate every chamber of my heart. It is not a dream. It is not a dream. It is not a dream.
Juliette is mine.
"Say it again, Juliette."
"I love you. I love you. I love you, Aaron."
I've been broken and I can't hold back the tide of my passion any longer. I kiss Juliette with a fever I've never known with any other. Her hands clutch my back and she's holding on to me tight; holding me to her as if she'll never let me go.
Her hands move to cradle my face and immediately I take a hold of them, threading my fingers with hers against the mattress. My hips push urgently, sinking into her depths, our bodies, now damp with a thin sheet of lover's sweat. She cries out with each thrust I give, her small, slender form absorbing my power. I feel tears stinging behind my eyes and I fight them back.
"Aaaaron…oh my…oh my God!" I feel her soaring…higher, her walls tighten around me…higher…her pelvis is straining…higher…her walls…rippling…until…
She lets out the most beautiful cry as she buries her face in the crook of my neck. Her fingers tighten like vice grips around mine. She groans, her legs squeeze about my hips. Her orgasm comes in thunderous waves. It takes a hold of me, threatens to push me into oblivion. My eyes are closed tight trying to hold off…her hand is on my cheek and I open my eyes. She looks at me and says, "Don't stop. Don't hold back from me," she tells me. She kisses me deeply, her fingers tangled in my hair. "I want all of you. Every bit of you…inside of me, Aaron. Give me what I want." Her words mercilessly push me over. I feel the ascent of release in my member.
"I love you, Juliette…so damn, much," I growl as my manhood bores deeply into her.
And I know not where I am anymore. I have indeed left possession of my body as the full force of my final thrust shatters me and I'm groaning, feeling the spiking rise of my seed through the shaft of my manhood pulsating from me. My limbs are trembling and once I empty myself inside of Juliette, my body goes weak and I bury my head in her neck. I'm exhaling hard against her skin and all I feel is the gentle brush of her fingers through my hair. This is not a dream…
I've just made love to Juliette.
We're lying together in bed. Juliette's head rests on my chest and I feel her fingers lightly grazing up and down over my stomach. I'm staring at the ceiling, my hand absentmindedly caressing her shoulder. We haven't said a word.
I feel Juliette shift in my arms, her nose tickles my collarbone. "Aaron…"
I interrupt. I'm afraid she's going to say something I don't want to hear. I would rather face it straight on. "What the hell just happened, Juliette?" I ask, the question dripping with disbelief. If she's going to rip my heart out, it would be kindest for her to do so now. "Tell me, please."
"Uhhh…well…" she kisses my chest, "Let me assess the situation. You're naked. I'm naked. And from my recollection, sir, you…," she plants a soft kiss on my lips, "have made a woman out of me."
I can't help the smile spreading across my face. "Hell…" I chuckle, feeling Juliette's lips skimming over the line of my jaw up to my ear.
"Thank you." I feel her smile against my ear.
I feel like a newly born fawn leaping merrily through the forest. I laugh at the silly thought.
"What's so funny?"
I smile at Juliette, collecting her in my arms. I pull her to lie on top of me. Her legs are on either side of my hips. "I can't believe you're here," I say, running my hands down the sides of her breasts to her shapely hips. I can't believe…that…" I pause, collecting my thoughts. "I've loved you all this time. And I finally accepted you would never be mine. And now this happened," my tone is serious. "And it was amazing. I've never been so happy. I'm just going to say this, Juliette, before I lose my nerve." I smile and look down to the bed. "If you don't want this, if you have any regrets, it's okay. I understand, really, and we can go back to just working together-"
Juliette places a hand over my mouth and then her hand with her lips for a brief kiss. "Listen carefully, because you're obviously going deaf." She leans over, taking my earlobe in her mouth, sucking gently and I can't help the moan I'm fighting back from escaping. "I love you," she whispers.
"I've done terrible things, Juliette. You have no idea." I look away, not able to meet her eyes.
"I don't care Aaron." She softly turns my face to her. I don't resist. "I know you. Who you really are. And you are good." Her words sting. I attempt to sit up but she pushes me back.
"You can't mean that. I'm..." My sentence goes unfinished as she presses a finger on my lips.
"You've been through hell. We both have. And we both did what we had to do to survive."
"I don't deserve you. I don't deserve this."
"You deserve me. We deserve each other. And nothing you are going to say will ever convince me otherwise. I've wanted this for a long time, Aaron. I've wanted to be yours, to be with you for a very, very, very long time." She leans forward, her hair tickling my neck as she kisses me. She smells delightful and tastes even better. I slide a hand into her hair and kiss her, all my hopes now tied around her name.
"How? When?" She'd hated me for so long; told me so to my face. I need to know when did this change, this transformation happened?
She smiles, brushes a strand of hair away from my forehead. "I guess…I knew from our first meeting at Omega Point. When I saw you there, so un-Warner-like. That shell you wore was gone. I saw you, the real you for the first time. The way you held on to my diary, to those words that came from my heart as if you couldn't let me go. I was afraid at first – I wasn't sure what it all meant. I wasn't sure if I wanted your attention. But, you understood me. I was right here," she presses a finger to my heart and smiles. "I mean…I always knew there was so much more to you. And then you showed me. After that, I couldn't get you out of my mind. I tried to tell myself I was crazy. But I knew deep inside…I couldn't get enough. I wanted to be with you, to spend time with you. To hear your voice. To be in your presence. And I felt guilty for having feelings for you."
Each word is a drop of water to my soul. She's giving me hope. She's giving me life.
"And you're gorgeous. Every bit of you." Her lips press between my pecs.
My heart is racing. But there's a question I need her to answer. "What about Kent?" I hold my breath.
She looks at me serious. "There is nothing. Nothing at all. I wouldn't be here with you if there was."
I smile and she returns it and we're kissing again. The peaks of her rounded breasts brush against my chest. I feel a sudden charge and I need her once again.
I feel fevered and I'm dying to share what we had just a moment ago once more.
I hold both of her breasts in my hands, one nipple secured between my lips, the other twirling between my thumb and forefinger. Juliette's hips begin to dance against mine, her obvious delight in my attention to her other nipple as I suck and bite down on it softly.
Her audible moans let me know she's desirous of more and so am I. The force surrounding us begins to stir desire, heated by a flame we stoke together. It grows hotter and we're both burning alive.
"Slide back, love," I say, directing her hips to sit over my very engorged cock. I take hold of myself, stroking her slickness with my head. Her eyes open in a brief moment of shock, this new position providing her a much different feel of me and as my past experiences have proven, a higher level of pleasure.
"Take your time, love. Easy. Slowly."
She sinks down over me. I'm soon embedded inside Juliette. I settle my hands right under her bottom, guiding her movements up and down over my rock hard penis. "Oh God…you feel so damn good!" I express, my back arching from the bed. She learns the flow of motion rather quickly and I'm surprised by how much she is reveling in it and as her carnal knowledge grows, her movements become more demanding.
I secure my hands firmly around her waist to give her stability as she rides my cock. Her legs are like springs making her bottom bounce soundly against my hips. Juliette cries as her head falls back, her hands gripping her hair. "Yes! Yes! I love it…love it!"
I look at her, this beautiful woman, in wonderment. I've never allowed myself to be this free with any other woman but with Juliette, this is a whole new world opened to my eyes. She's in bliss as her dark hair moves in waves about her shoulders. Her body swallows me with every fall of her hips and I see myself coated with her excitement.
She collapses onto my chest, her mouth eagerly pressed unto mine. I wrap her in my arms and my upward thrusts make her cry out even more.
"Oh…OH…sh…it…Aaaron!"
There are no words I find to speak. Every sound I make is a muffled moan or grunt against Juliette's neck, shoulder, face. She picks up her head off my shoulder to look at me. She's uttering something I can't understand but I don't care to understand. Her lips move, speaking words so low I can barely register the sound of them. Her eyes are fixed on mine, my hands cradle her face. Her hips move insistently over me and I feel my brow furrow. My climax is imminent and with a strangled voice, "Juliette…love," I alert I cannot hold on any longer.
As if on cue, Juliette's eyes roll to the back of her head, her mouth is open but no sound comes through and then a downpour of lava washes over me and sets me off as I erupt – our voices now an audible mix of ecstasy, our bodies lifted in rapture.
We are breathing as one, our bodies pasted on to the other. I kiss the side of her head, tell her how much I love her. And I still can't believe this!
Our breathing is steadier now as we come down from our high. My softened member slips out of her and I already miss our connection. Juliette tucks her hair behind one ear. "You are amazing," she says. "So much I need to learn…"
"So much left for me to teach," I tease.
"You're perfect, you know that? Just the way you are."
I don't agree with her but I welcome her feelings. "I'm glad you think so."
"I do."
"So, Ms. Ferrars…" I smile, leaning to kiss her shoulder.
"Yes, Commander?"
I laugh. My face softens. "This has officially become our bed now."
"Our bed. I like the sound of that."
"Do you now?"
"Indeed," she tugs my lower lip with her teeth.
"I don't think I'll ever look at that boardroom table the same way again."
We both laugh. "I can't believe it!" she blushes.
"It was remarkable."
"You are a very naughty boy."
"Only with you."
Juliette rests her body against mine. I hear her sigh.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
We change positions so we are lying on our sides, facing each other.
"I want to tell you something."
"Okay." I brush the tresses of her hair with my hand.
"It's true. I don't have any feelings for Adam. But I want you to know that I'm here by choice. I'm not here only because you can touch me."
"I don't understand."
"My power," she says, running her thumb over my cheek, "I can control it."
I raise up on an elbow, my eyes questioning her.
"I can shut it off, Aaron. So you didn't win me by default. I'm here with you…because I want you…because, I love you."
I'm blinking fast. I look at her and I'm suddenly awestruck. "What? You can…control it?"
She nods repeatedly, her smile is beaming. I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. The revelation is beyond anything I have ever dared to dream. I stare at Juliette. My eyes take inventory of her, collecting data as if my mind were completing a picture that was once out of focus but now is crystal clear. She is here because she chose me. Juliette is here because she wants to be…she wants to be with me.
My world is now changed. Forever.
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Guest Reviewer Shout-Outs for Part I
Guest Reviewers (1)(2) - Yes! I will be continuing this! I have plans for more Warner/Juliette content! As for Warner's virgin status - this has been a topic of discussion and I hope this chapter answered that question. We are in agreement though, Warner is no virgin. We will touch on this further in Part III.
Guest Reviewer (3) - Thank you so much for your wonderful review! Warner has become my favorite YA character too and I try to do my best to do him justice. He is a very complex character but I love it! As for Tahereh's new book "Furthermore" - I have not read it. If you have, please let us know what you think. It will be hard to surpass a character like Warner.
Christa - Thank you for your awesome review! I love it when readers give us details as to the things they like. It's very helpful. In regards to the line in the story about Warner's mother being the focus of his life...I have to give credit to Supergirls2008 whose Warner-like brain wrote that line. She is my beta reader and really has become invaluable to me. We have frequent discussions and have dissected these books to the barest of bones! And of course, no Sweetwaterspice story would be complete without the hot Warnette sex. I'm glad it has become a guilty pleasure!
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