"Have I said 'wow' yet? Cause just in case I lost my powers of speech back there, I'll say it again. Wow." Jim faced the road once again reluctantly.
Pam smiled and thanked him, fingering the thin straps of her dress. "I believe your first comment was 'uhhh', but yes, you eventually got to wow." Not driving, she got to eye him all she wanted. His hair had grown out in the past weeks her fingers now itched to comb through the shaggy mop. She linked her fingers in her lap instead.
Jim snuck another look at her. She looked amazing tonight. Her hair was down and her skin looked as soft as the roses he'd brought to her door tonight. Her dress was a strappy pink creation that hugged her figure then flared to her knees. She literally shimmered tonight. Wait. He looked again and squinted. "Are you wearing glitter?"
Pam tossed her hair and gave him a pitying look. "I'm sorry. That information's classified under 'trade secrets' in the war of the sexes." She said loftily.
He chuckled. "Well your 'trade secret' looks great. I just haven't seen you wear it before." He assured her, looking back at the road. "Wow. Glitter!"
"It's not glitter!" Pam gave up, laughing. "Thirteen year olds wear glitter. This is called a shimmer." She flipped down the visor. "It's supposed to make you glow."
"Ohhh." Jim nodded understandingly. "Like Tinkerbelle. I gotcha."
She flipped up the visor and sat back with a laugh. "Just shut up and enjoy the fruits of my labors."
"Well, I would." He shot her a grin rife with innuendo. "But the evening's not over yet."
"You know," she said with a sigh, "I saw a book yesterday that says it exactly." She crossed her arms and gave him a mock glare. "'I Shaved My Legs For This'".
"Aww." He glanced down at her legs like she'd hoped. "You shaved your legs for me, Beesly? I'm so touched!"
She was still snickering as they stopped at a light. He slowly extended a hand until it hovered over her knee. "Quick question," He said tightly. "Does our 'no touching' pact last 'til the end of dinner or did it end when you opened your front door."
Her eyes had been glued to his hand. She was now breathing so fast that the closed car was going to run out of oxygen soon. "Door." She said simply and bit back a moan as his hand settled on her knee. His hot palm curved over her, rubbing before it slid up to where her hem met her thigh. He ran a finger along that edge, obviously savoring the effects of her razor.
Oh hell, she realized with a shaky sigh. Not moaning wasn't going to be an option, she thought as she turned her head towards Jim.
He was closer than she realized. He'd leaned towards her to trail the movements of his hand. His gaze met hers as she turned her head then both their eyes dropped to their lips. They leaned in.
Then car horn behind them made them jerk apart, wide-eyed. Jim cleared his throat and continued through the green light. "Oops" He found more of his voice and looked over at Pam who was rubbing her leg and giggling. "I guess you did shave." He reached out once again, but she slapped his hand away.
"No way!" She laughed. "We'll crash."
He rolled his eyes then held his hand palm-up. "Well you've at least got to hold my hand." He wiggled his fingers. "I'm going through withdrawal here."
She smiled at him so happily that he was worried for a moment that they might indeed crash. "Well, we can't have that." She took his hand with both of hers, twining her fingers through his. She shook her head sadly. "Drat that addictive substance I rubbed into my skin tonight."
They'd eaten dinner in a misty haze of hormones which Pam had to admit was probably her fault.
Jim had helped her out the car in the parking lot and as she'd stood up beside him, the look and the smell of him had swamped her senses. As soon as he'd closed the door, she'd yanked him down to kissing range by his tie.
Not that he'd complained. He'd quickly snatched her up against him, meeting ardor for ardor as they'd tried to make up for a near weeks-worth of pent up frustration in a single crazy kiss. The snickers of a passing couple finally penetrated the fog. They lifted their heads and stared at each other, panting.
"We could skip dinner." Pam said, staring at his mouth. The way his hands were kneading her waist were driving her insane.
Jim took a deep breath and squashed the urge to toss her over his shoulder and run for it. He tapped a finger on her nose. "Not so fast, Beesly." He reluctantly let her go then took her hand to start her walking. "I've got a program and it includes mooning over you over a tablecloth."
He'd mooned alright. He'd also showered her with silly compliments that never the less made her glow. He'd played with her hands and her hair; little innocuous touches that had built up and had her attacking him again as they made their way back to the car.
Ten minutes later, they were still leaning against his car, wrapped together. "We're going to get arrested." Jim mumbled as he left her mouth for the delights of her neck.
"Forget that," she sighed as her head dropped back. "Why are we still here?"
"You're right." He said in between quick, hard kisses. "There's the movie to get to," he said deadpan, ignoring her incredulous 'what'. "Then there's the ice cream."
He swallowed the chuckle at her look. "Please tell me you're kidding." Pam said.
He kissed her nose. "What? You don't like Plan C."
"Plan C?" She asked breathlessly as her eyes closed. He'd gone back to her neck.
"Yeah. Plan C is where you decide that tonight's not the night and we have to do something to occupy my mind and hands." He ran those hands down her sides.
"What's the plan where I don't blow you off?" Her arms wormed their way inside his jacket where she could wrap her arms around him. "Plan A?"
"Nooo." He shook his head. "Plan A is where you would've opened your door and said 'forget dinner Jim. Take me now!" She laughed at his falsetto interpretation of her voice. "And I would've said, 'whatever you say, dear', 'cause, you know, it's always ladies choice."
"And B?" She asked.
He smiled and pressed her more firmly against the car. "Well you haven't said 'tough luck' and you didn't open the door in a negligee, more's the pity," he sighed dramatically. "So now it's the old fashion practice of getting you drunk and then having my way with you."
She kissed his neck. "I'm not drunk." She whispered in his ear confidentially.
"I know. It throws my whole plan off." He shook his head sadly, "Now I'll have to seduce you. You're sooo much work, Pam."
She curled her hand around the back of his neck and looked up at him through her lashes. "Well, I can seduce you and then you can seduce me." She said reasonably. "Then you won't have to do all the work, poor baby."
"Wow." He said wonderingly, returning her grin. "Smart and pretty." He bent his head down once more. "Aren't I lucky."
They managed to stumble in through his door while wrapped around each other. Keys and purse hit the floor with a clatter as soon as the door closed.
Nothing existed to Pam in this moment but Jim; his size, his strength, the way he enveloped her. She moaned in excitement as his arms lifted her off the floor. She felt unbearably hot, yet the heat pouring off of him drew her like a magnet. Her hands began tearing feverishly at his shirt buttons as he carried her to his bedroom.
"Pam," Jim said achingly, lifted his mouth from hers as her hands pushed his shirt aside to run hungrily over his chest. He let her down slowly, savoring the feel of her against him. He took a step back as he looked at her, ached for her. This was a moment he'd dreamt of for years. He had to get himself under control.
Pam's eyes lifted to his as his hand cupped her face. She felt like she was going crazy with the feelings that were rioting through her, but one thought was crystal clear. She leaned into his touch, cupping his hand with her own. "I love you, Jim."
He closed his eyes for a moment as his feelings for her swamped him once again. "I love you, Pam." He whispered back and leaned down to kiss her with such slow, aching tenderness that she thought she might cry.
Even that thought evaporated when he pulled her flush against him once again. The feel of his bare chest against hers along with his now voracious kiss made her dizzy. When his lips moved hotly down to her collarbone, her mind clicked off completely.
Jim's entire being was filled with her. Her mouth tasted like heaven and her neck, he scraped his teeth against her for a better taste, had no description. The sounds she was making, breathy pants and quiet moans, were slowly eating away at his control.
He stopped the slow progress of sliding the dress straps down her arms. "You'll have to let go of my hair," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her arm. Her fingers clenched once more on response to that light caress before she released him. He drew the straps the rest of the way down and slowly pushed her dress off.
His hands slid up her sides until he could hold the wondrous weight of her in his hands. Her nails dug into his shoulders in response, making him groan. The texture of her, the utter femininity and beauty of her shook his world. "Jim?" Pam's softly questioning voice snapped him back.
He gathered her up against him once again, a move that had both of them shuddering at the erotic contact. He wrapped on arm around her, tangled the other in her hair and slowly let loose the reigns of his control.
She'd never felt like this, Pam realized dimly as she fought to get his shirt the rest of the way off while he held her so close. His big, wide hands were all over her, divesting her of the rest of her dress and moving hotly over newly exposed flesh. She felt like she could explode any minute. And his body, she thought dreamily, as he managed to get another piece of clothing off. He was lanky, but covered in lean muscle that tensed and quivered under her avidly curious hands.
She found herself flat on her back just after she'd managed to drop his trousers. She'd used the moment to grab his butt and press his hot, tented shorts closer to her front. Now he was pressed against her, attacking her mouth with his, completely bare and only more of a lodestone for her hands.
She was everything he'd dreamed of and more. Every silken texture, every feminine secret was the discovery of a lifetime. He kissed the mark he'd just left on her breast and brushed a finger over it. Then he lifted his head so he could watch his hand as it slid between her breasts, continued past her stomach to the apex of her thighs. He looked up at her face.
She had been watching his hand also but then locked gazes with him as he looked up. He watched her as he brushed his fingers through her moist curls, petting her. Her breath caught, as much from the way he was looking at her as to what he was doing to her. Then her eyes clenched shut as she gasped, arching into his touch as he dragged a finger slowly up and down her folds, lingering at the top nub at every pull.
"Ah!" Pam cried out as a long finger slipped sensuously into her, She panted as she fought for some kind of control, but he had long, long fingers and he knew had to use them. He'd slide out then slowly slide in once again, circling his finger as though searching for every weak spot that made her gasp.
Jim watched her in fascination. She was so amazing, so responsive to his touch, that it made him feel like a god. When he slowly added a second finger she rolled towards him, opening her legs further as she, unknowingly her was sure, pressed his hand closer to her. Her chest was heaving and covered in perspiration. He watched her nipples grow even tighter and leaned in to taste the sweet temptations.
At the feel of Jim's tongue curling over her nipple, Pam exploded. She cried out, back arching as she clenched and flooded around his hand.
By the time she could think again, Jim was pressing hot kisses all over her face and neck. He was also still pressed inside her. She shuddered even as she savored the feel of his small movements inside her.
"You're still fluttering," he whispered against her neck in a voice so gravely, she'd not have recognized it as his in any other situation. "I love the feel of it, Pam." He moved his lips back up to her face. "I love you."
She wrapped her arm around his neck and brought his mouth back to hers where the kiss went from sweet and tender to deep and ravenous in a matter of seconds. She grabbed his wrist, tugging, crying out softly as he withdrew. Then she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her. She reveled in his weight and heat and they both groaned at the hot press of body against body. He slid his arms around her to press her even more firmly against him.
She wrapped a leg around his hip and he raised his hard sharply, teeth clenching. The wet heat of her was going to take away rational thought in another moment. "Condom." He dragged out and reached a long arm to the bedside table. She watched in breathless anticipation as he covered himself, then their eyes both followed his movements as he guided himself to her entrance. His eyes met hers, his tight and narrowed and hers, soft and wide. "Our first time, Pam." He said wonderingly and at her answering smile, he slid home.
And promptly lost his mind.
The sensations bombarding him were unlike anything, anything he'd ever experienced. The feel of her around him, the hot clasp of her arms and legs holding him to her, the sounds of her pleasure, shattered all of his plans to take things slow and make every moment last. Instead, he was all over her, his hands and his lips marking every inch of her he could reach as he lost himself in the rhythm of them.
Pam had just received the most pleasure at a man's hands that she'd ever experienced. She'd thought, for just a moment, that she couldn't possibly have the energy to experience anything like that again so soon. She was so wrong, she realized joyfully, arching her back as he found another unknown spot inside her to drive her crazy. Every thrust of his hips had hers rising to meet him. Every touch of his hands or lave of his tongue was a delirious delight. She realized that she was making constant, unintelligible noises, but she couldn't help it. She bit his shoulder as another wave of pleasure swamped her. She didn't want to help it.
Jim made a strangled sound at the feel of her teeth on his shoulder. He could feel it all coming down on him. His hand gathered in her hair, pulling until her head tilted up at his. As he watched her face, her eyes flew open and her mouth opened wide on a cry as she came again. He groaned at the sensations of her coming around him and kissed her, following her over the edge.
Jim had rolled to the side to avoid crushing her, but still held her tight in his arms as they both tried to get their breath back. He still couldn't quite believe she was here with him, he thought as he nuzzled the hair at her temple. "Jim?" he opened his eyes and gazed down at a tussled, slightly sweaty Pam. She had never looked more gorgeous.
"Hmm?" he asked as he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him.
She snuggled in, rubbing her cheek against his furry chest. He pressed kisses to the top of her head and she sighed with pleasure. "You're not done yet, you know." She raised her head up and crossed her arms, resting her chin on them as she looked down at him.
He noted the look in her eye as he brushed her hair away from her face. He smiled slowly and watched her fight to control a grin. "I'm so sorry." He said in serious tones, shaking his head at himself. He ran his hands down her back to cup her rear lovingly. "What did I miss?"
"You know," She rolled her eyes at his apparent forgetfulness. "The part where you tell me I'm fabulous, then feed me chocolate in bed," she said helpfully.
"Ohhh," He nodded sagely. "That's right, your sweet spot! I'm so sorry." He flipped their positions so fast it left her dizzy. She eyed his wicked grin as he started to kiss his way down her body. Her breath sped up once again as he trailed his tongue between her breasts. "You're fabulous, Pam." He said obediently, then lightly nipped at her breast. Her eyes fluttered shut as her body once again started to throb. "But your sweet fix will have to wait until I've had mine." He started to kiss a path down her stomach.
She moaned her agreement. His was a much better plan.
