Rated [M]
It's been a long time… since I saw you as just my partner.
Hailey's eyes glistened. The air around them suddenly charged with a new awareness. Their eyes locked, and despite his attempt at self-preservation, Jay took a step forward and captured her mouth with his own. The kiss coming from somewhere deep within him. He wasn't good with words, better with actions. Never could he tell her everything he felt for her. Instead, he kissed her, pouring all into one kiss and hoping she understood.
She did.
And it was almost shocking in its unexpectedness. Hailey's arms tightened around him, pulling him tighter to her. Tasting his lips, a mix of scotch, musk, and a hint of mint, after wanting for so long, made her mind buzz. Jay felt familiar to her, yet her body tingled with the dawn of something new. Her heart was on fire. Heat covered her from head to toe. As far as first kisses go, Hailey couldn't imagine a better one.
Pulling apart, they stared deep in each other's eyes, wide-eyed and breathless. Jay ran his thumb over her cheekbone, and she smiled at him through the tears.
"Wanna get out of here?" he asked.
With her heart pounding in her ears, she stared back at him and nodded. "Yes."
x
She unlocked the door and stepped back. He grabbed her, pulling her close, kissing her face, cheeks, eyes, forehead. Light kisses, interspersed with soft moans. She hung on to his jacket sleeves, feeling unbalanced, and a little dizzy. Their tongues danced and melded, breaths mingled, and their bodies moved – wanting more.
He felt her reaching for the zipper of his jacket and vaguely heard it, as the teeth separated. He felt her arms move around his ribs and cling to him, her fingers pressing on the muscles of his back. He gasped for air as he pulled her tightly against him, his breath stirring the loose hairs from her ponytail as he fought for control. He wanted to be slow with her to give her time to change her mind if she felt she needed to.
"Tell me how far you want this to go," he whispered against her lips.
She cupped his face, not caring what he saw in her eyes. "Far."
He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her mouth with a recklessness Hailey happily matched. Gently, he pulled one of her arms out of her coat and then the other, shoving her jacket aside before securing his hands to her waist under her shirt.
"I want you." The words were solemn, as though he didn't think he deserved this, deserved her. He slid his hands higher up her rib cage, pulling off her shirt, revealing a satiny white bra that fastened in the front. His breath caught in his throat. He trailed a path from her jaw, down over the pulse on her neck, to her collarbone.
Hailey clutched onto his shoulders and sighed audibly as his mouth felt hot against her skin. She was in a daze. This was more than she had ever dared to hope for. She took over, peeling his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall on the floor next to hers. She kissed his neck, his chest, sliding her lips over his freckled skin while she unbuttoned his jeans - now it was his turn to shiver.
Jay then swooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Hailey couldn't decide if the emotions bouncing around her stomach came from fear, excitement, or anticipation. He kissed her and laid her gingerly on the bed, helping her shinny out of her pants, revealing matching panties. Jay practically gasped. His eyes roamed her body and a smile curved his lips, a tender expression passed over the hard angles on his face. He was mesmerized, wild with desire. Hailey was a beautiful vision before him.
"You're so beautiful," he said huskily. He reached behind her, his fingers finding her hair, losing it from its tight band. Her waves of light golden-blond hair cascaded down her shoulders framing her perfect face. Jay's heart stopped working and he could feel it fluttering helplessly in his chest, trying to pull through until its next beat.
Hailey felt a flush creeping into her cheeks under his intent stare. Blushing, a deep pink shade, she looked up at Jay, nearly losing herself in his eyes. "You're not so bad yourself."
The mattress dipped with his weight as he slowly crawled over her, hovering, his features momentarily illuminated by a patch of street light through the window. Hailey looked up at him, letting her hands travel up and down his chest. She watched him close his eyes, enjoying her touch. When her lips made contact with his skin, satisfaction bubbled up inside her when goosebumps sprang all over.
Jay's head fell forwards as he felt her soft touch, her lips kissing him… This was sheer torture for him, unadulterated testing of his patience. His hands fisted in the duvet. Then his control snapped and he pulled slightly away. Slowly, he had to go slowly. Jay paused and just looked at her with that dissecting stare of his.
"What?" she asked, reaching up behind him, cupping her hands behind his neck.
He held her chin between his fingers, "I want to do this right."
"What do you mean?"
His gaze swept over her, dark and meaningful. "I don't want to rush this."
His vulnerability stole her heart. "Are we rushing it?" She thought about it for a moment. Maybe. Maybe not. "Jay, I want this. I want you."
Hailey pulled him down to her, kissing him, wet and hot, full of that raw need, and Hailey felt the room spin once more. His mouth slid along her throat, his lips slowly inching their way downward. His adept fingers undid her bra and exposed her breast. He hesitated, looking into her eyes questioningly, and she answered him with another passionate kiss that told him she didn't want him to stop.
He let his fingers brush over her breasts, feather-light, just the barest of touches, sending shock waves through her body. Jay indulged in her soft sighs, sweet moans, and the seductive arch of her body against him. He leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth letting his tongue taste, nibble, and suck until a moan slipped past her lips along with his name. Jay smiled and continued to kiss every last delectable inch of her.
Hailey's body was on fire and Jay was the lighter fluid. His hands and mouth were delivering a slow kind of seductive torture. He was being so calm, so gentle, so careful. She squirmed underneath him, begging for more. Pleasure building, hot and heavy inside her, moving over her until it was all she knew. Jay muttered something against her skin, but she had no idea what it was, his voice too low and rough. Then she felt his hand curling into the edge of her panties, tugging it down.
Jay gazed at her nakedness with wonder and something close to awe… and them, at the juncture of her thighs, his fingers worked their magic, and oh God. Please. Her body arched and she couldn't hold the gasp or the moan of his name in. "Jay…"
Intense pleasure surged through her, wrought by Jay's eagerness and the expertise of his touch. His fingertip glided against her slippery heat, drawing forth new quivers and a stream of nearly incoherent encouragement, to which Jay listened intently. Every word. He listened, heard, kissed away her doubts, and offered more, more, more of all the things she yearned. This was a man who knew how to lead… but who would never forge ahead without bringing her along.
Then his strong hands gripped her waist, and in a swift movement, he pushed her farther up on the bed. His body lowered until his shoulders could push her thighs apart, and he gave her the most intimate of kisses. Desire lurched in her belly. It was almost too much. Hailey felt like she was falling into a consuming fire that didn't burn, but sparked her with delight. She was lost in him and what he was doing to her. Her head fell back, the sensation almost too much to handle, definitely too much to feel and watch.
Then the whole world turned at the edges and she heard humming in her ears, louder and louder until she was overcome by it – her climax broken over. She felt herself pulsing against him, and still, he loved her, soothing her with the same kisses he had aroused her with.
Finally, he kissed his way up her stomach, circling her navel with his tongue, briefly kissing both breasts as his fingers trailed from under them up the sides of her neck. Jay propped on his elbows and pulled back, his gaze intense.
Hailey in turn pulled him down and kissed his lips with the same reverence she saw in his eyes. "That was amazing," she said breathlessly. Jay's gratified look made her heart skip a beat, causing her hands to travel down his chest, finding him straining against his boxers. She stroked him. Slowly, torturously, savoring every twitch of his muscles. Sweat began beading at his hairline.
Jay groaned. "Awwww, Hailey. You're going to kill me."
"But what a way to go, right?" she whispered, then threaded her hands in the waistband and pushing his boxers all the way down.
Their eyes met then, their excitement perfectly balanced. Slowly, he brought the full length of his body over hers and nudged her legs apart with his knee. Gently, he eased into her, not once breaking eye contact. Jay smiled down at her as he slowly began to move, withdrawing slowly and then sinking back into her in a series of bone-melting thrusts. Hailey gasped, and her nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders, seeking steadiness in a world gone sideways. Her eyes closed on a sigh as her hips lifted to meet each one of his thrusts.
Jay watched her, the expression on her face as they rocked together with ease. God, he loved this woman. Loved her smell, the feel of her skin against his, her touch, her lips on his, her tight, wet, surrounding him. She was his. His to cherish, to love, protect.
"Come with me," he coaxed her, leaning down to kiss her brow, the tip of her nose, to trace her lips with his tongue.
Then without realizing it, the tempo increased, and God it felt so good, so right. This was the most sensual, the most connected lovemaking he'd ever experienced. Their bodies fit in the most spectacular way. Tensions spiraled and their movements became harder, faster. Intimacy engulfed them. Then suddenly his body grew taut with tension when he felt her vice, tighten and pulsate around him. And a heartbeat later, he came, in a rush of heat and pleasure.
Hailey arched upward, joyfully sharing his final thrusts. She stroked his hair, brought his head to rest on her shoulder, felt their hearts pounding together as their bodies relaxed. Jay was heavy. But Hailey didn't care. She couldn't breathe, but oxygen really didn't seem all that important. She was sweaty and disheveled, panting and pulsing – but as she sprawled in graceless satisfaction beneath the man she loved, she didn't care one bit. This was what real love felt like. She knew it and felt tearfully close to gratitude.
He grunted near her ear and she smiled.
"You're incredible," he said, brushing back her hair with a strong, careful hand. He pressed a warm kiss to her lips, smiled at her tenderly. "You, me, together…"
"There aren't enough words," she said.
"Fantastic, mind-blowing, remarkable…none of them satisfy?" he asked.
"You satisfy."
Jay's thoroughly masculine grin warmed her heart. He quirked an eyebrow. "You think so, do you?" Because if you want to go again, I'm all for it. Whatever makes you happy."
She smiled, big and bright. He loved her smile.
"This makes me happy," she said.
"Me too. What a coincidence."
They glanced at each other. Laughed. Kissed. Their mouths joining as natural as the laughter that always came when they were together. Even though neither believed in fate, somehow they knew they were meant to be together. Close together, like this.
He rolled her over in his arms. They stretched and snuggle, eventually cuddling together as though they'd be doing for years. Hailey naturally found the perfect spot near Jay's shoulder to rest her head. Jay curled his arm around her to keep her close. They both sighed and shared a hug. The night air teased their overheated skin.
"Nothing in my life prepared me for you," he said, resting his chin on the crown of her head, the gesture comfortable and intimate.
"Me? What's so special about me?" she said, maybe fishing for a compliment or two.
"Everything," he whispered, tilting her chin up to kiss her. God, he will never tire of her sweet taste.
She smiled up at his shadowy face in the dim light leaking through the window. "You know," she began. "This changes everything."
He nodded. "But change is good, and I want to give us try."
She nodded, reaching up to kiss the pulse on his neck. "Me too."
"Then, that's it," he said. "We'll take it a day at a time."
Jay smiled and her heart stuttered – she wondered if that reaction would ever stop. She turned to straddle him and pressed a kiss to his lips. "I can do that. A day at a time."
His hand slid slowly up her leg to the curve of her bottom. "You hungry?"
"I'm, in fact."
His brow wiggled and he nuzzled the side of her neck, his teeth gently scraping her shoulder. "So am I."
Hailey shoved against him. "I want food."
His grin was wicked as the twinkle in his eyes. "Dessert should always be eaten first, didn't you know?"
"And it has been, in case you didn't notice."
He smiled and pulled her closer, if that was even possible. "Great. Time for the main course."
She only had time to shake her head before he was kissing her. Each wanted more touch, more caressing, more kisses, simply more.
And each gave it.
Unafraid.
Because sometimes when you give up something. You gain something.
Thank you for reading. After yesterday's episode, I needed to come up with an 'after.' Now excuse me while I go take a cold shower. Cheers, D.