A gentle breeze blew through the open window, caressing my skin, in opposition with the heat that he was creating within me. My eyes closed as my sense of touch and smell overtook me. He was wearing that cologne, my favorite, the one he had worn on our first night together. As the scent worked its way into my head, an overpowering feeling of euphoria drifted over me. And as his hands with those strong fingers trailed over my body, spasms of pleasure raced through me, causing tremors and an involuntary reflex reaction, my back arching in response to the sensation. Torn between giving into total selfishness, letting him continue his sweet torture and reaching out to him, returning some of the pleasure he was giving me, I squirmed beneath his touch.
I felt him come closer, his breath warming my face as he lingered above me. Opening my eyes, I gazed into his warm blue eyes and heard the satisfied moan that his look drew out of me. It occurred to me that no man could mix humor with lust like Jim could. But I saw both in his eyes. Then his eyes shifted, his gaze locking onto my lips. I watched as he descended, his lips gently touching mine; then my eyes closed again as I focused on his kiss.
Whether he trembled from the effort of holding himself over me or from the sensation of our kiss, I don't know. But the growing pressure on my thigh suggested the latter. My hand slid up his shoulder and around his neck, my fingers stroking the short hair on the back of his neck. Then I worked my hand onto his back, lightly scraping his skin with my nails. His grunt told me that I'd hit my mark. Then I began to press him into me, his torso fully covering mine.
He trailed kisses down to my neck, burrowing into the crook, his nibbles eliciting giggles from me. Suddenly he became very still, his face resting against my neck. I felt, as well as heard, his whimper as he lingered there. "Jim?" I whispered.
He settled next to me, leaning on his elbow, his free hand gently tracing the outline of my face. His touch was light, tender, and amazing; it was as if his fingertips were speaking to me, telling me what he was feeling. What his fingers didn't say, his eyes did. Time was suspended as we lay there, his eyes following the work of his fingertips. His lips turned slightly as if a smile was threatening but his blue pools spoke of something much deeper, more serious. His look, his touch… I can't describe the way he made feel in that moment, how awesome it was.
Then he kissed me again. My senses were in overdrive, the feel of his lips, the tentative probing of his tongue, his scent, the feel of his stubble on my face…his strong fingers in my hair, caressing. I could feel the warmth of his body as he leaned into me and all I wanted was more, more of this feeling, more of him…
He began to ease up, moving away slightly. My fingers willed him back, my fingernails digging into his back, demanding. His flinch from my grip was subtle and then a deep chuckle rumbled out of him. "Eager?"
A cool gust of air moved over us as he lowered himself again, this time, his body melding to mine. I could feel the effort of his arms to hold himself so close without crushing me and marveled at the power in his biceps. His graying mat of chest hair blended with the breeze to tickle and tease my chest, brushing over my skin, taunting me. He nibbled at my neck again and then began moving down, lingering in the valley between my breasts. He straddled me, holding himself over me with one arm while his free hand gently stroked my hair and then traced the line between my face and breasts. He bent down for another kiss. I arched toward him, needing his body. His hand wrapped behind me pulling me closer to him.
All of his attention remained focused above the waist, but I couldn't ignore the feel of his manhood as he held himself over me. The growing pressure on my thigh demanded my attention. I wanted to touch him, feel him in my hand, and feel him within me.
But he lingered above me, teasing me with his eyes and his tongue, taunting me with subtle trips down but never far enough. He loitered over my breasts, flicking my nipples with his fingers and then his tongue, coaxing them until they stood proudly at a hard attention. I saw his expression as he watched them rise to his bait and couldn't miss the lasciviousness in his gaze. He was as hungry as I was for this.
His torture continued until I whimpered, eliciting a rumbling chuckle from him. Determined, I took his hand and lowered it, holding it against my core. I heard his moan and a small gasp, and then he whispered my name, "Anna…"
I arched toward his hand, silently begging him and he responded. Skilled fingers parted my lips and teased the valley between. His light touch teased me until I ached for more. Then he began to taunt my nub as he had taunted my nipples earlier. I could tell how wet I was by the ease at which his fingers moved. And I was becoming wetter by the second.
His breathing became more intense as he played in my box. Slowly his finger slid down my valley and into me. Again I was arching, wanting more. I looked up, into his eyes and saw him watching me. Our eyes locked as he manipulated me. He was driving me crazy.
He sucked in a deep breath and pulled his hand away. I groaned. But then he was over me again, this time his cock dangling over my wetness. "You ready, Baby," he asked huskily.
I answered by reaching for his ass and pushing him toward me. He dipped his head to my lips, kissing me as he entered me. Just having him inside of me nearly sent me into a frenzy. He felt so good!
We were still for a moment, simply relishing the joining. I could feel the tremble in his arms again. His eyes were dark, lusty, and something else. And then I saw it, a single tear that trickled out of his eye and down his cheek. He buried his head in my neck as he began to pump. But then he stopped.
"Jim?" I asked. I felt him tense but he stayed in place. "You okay?"
I felt his nod. "I'm good," he whispered. "god…"
My hand travelled up his back and embraced the back of his neck, stroking it. Then I felt it more than heard it, a sob. "Jim? I asked again.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, deeply. "I love you….god help me, I love you so much. I missed you; missed…this; missed holding you. Please Anna; don't let me make a mess of this…"
"There's only one kind of mess you're going to make, Jim…"
His face relaxed as a small grin worked at the corners of his mouth. His hard cock went back to work and within minutes, we were beyond ecstasy, moving together, heightening each other's pleasure. And then the fireworks…my head was exploding it was so intense. He clung to me as we descended…or maybe I was clinging to him. But I've never felt so connected to another human being in my life. And as our breathing eased and our bodies cooled, we continued to hold one another.
He held me all afternoon. He told me he loved me; he promised he wouldn't screw things up this time. And he hasn't. Now we spend all of our free time together. I cook for him; he cooks for me. We go out; we stay in. We talk for hours or don't say a word. It doesn't matter; we are together. I know he employs various tactics in his work to intimidate, creating fear in his suspects. But to me he is the kindest, most tender, most romantic man I've ever known; in short, he is a teddy bear. His smile lights my world and I make him smile in return, even on his worst days. And we are very happy….my little man with the big heart and I.
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Okay, that's all folks. I hope you found it satisfactory. I toyed with the last line quite a bit thinking it should have more punch, but in the end decided that it was what I wanted, a gentle ending to a story about a tender man.
I watched a rerun of Grissom's Devine Comedy the other night and was struck again by the gentle heart of Jim Brass and once again transfixed by Paul Guilfoyle's portrayal of the character. He played the scene in Grissom's kitchen just right, showing the guilt that Brass felt and the momentary breakdown without overplaying it. Bravo PG, bravo!
I'd love it if you would leave reviews but I'm really happy with this one, so I'm okay if you don't.
