This chapter is mostly filled with smut and nothing but smut. Isn't that what you guys wanted! ;)
Sarah still hovered on the edge of sleep, that place where everything was dreamy - yet there was no doubt in her mind that he was very real. She whispered his name. "Jareth...?"
"I couldn't let it end," he breathed, warm and wicked in her ear. "Not again. Not this time."
She lay facing away from him in the bed and felt his erection - that quickly - pressing into the crack of her ass. One large hand curled around her waist, fingers splaying wide across her stomach through her top as he lowered a scintillating kiss to her neck. It set off explosions of pleasure inside her.
She never once thought of objecting, stopping him, though she knew deep down she should. She had just freaked out on him earlier, after all.
But having him here, next to her, after all these years and days of teasing...there was no hope of stopping, no reason to try. She didn't have sex with strangers, but Jareth wasn't technically a stranger, was he? They knew each other somewhat. And this felt...different; overwhelmingly good in fact, the sex dripping off of him and onto her like something tangible that instantly consumed her. Either way, she wanted him with her whole being.
He stroked and caressed her belly, his fingers finding the skin between cami and waistband and then flirting with the underside of her breast, all the while delivering more kisses to her neck and shoulder. Her whole body rippled with the supreme pleasure of finally having his hands on her, of having him in her bed. She felt herself shaking due to nerves, but when his palm closed over breast, she moaned and instinctively arched into his touch. His breath grew heavy, as he massaged her with a slow, intoxicating rhythm that quickly swallowed her, helping her forget to think and only to feel. His cock grew harder against her rear, and she found herself pushing back against it, wanting to feel even more.
Jareth growled softly in response, and the sound ran all through her, heightening her excitement. Rolling her back beneath him, she tentatively lifted her hands to his cheeks, studying his face. Oh God, he was beautiful- she'd forgotten how beautiful he was. Those blue, mismatched eyes she never forgot though. Longish blonde hair framed his strong cheekbones, and even with the moonlight being the only source of light, she could see his piercing eyes. She grew aware that he wasn't wearing what she'd last seen him in- rather than his eccentric getup, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He looked the same yet so different.
He peered boldly back at her the whole time, taking in her face as well, his look devouring her until finally...he lowered a slow, passionate kiss to her lips. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she met his sensually prodding tongue with her own. Those kiss mingled longer, until she was lost in it - and utterly thunderstruck. No man had ever kissed her this way, this...perfect from the start. It was almost as if they'd been kissing each other for years, as if they both knew exactly how the other would respond, how lengthy or fleeting the kisses should be, how passionate. She felt strangely and suddenly like a school girl, as if she could have kissed him all night and it would have been enough to satisfy her.
Until of course, his palms returned to her breasts, capturing them both with blatant possessiveness, massaging gently but thoroughly, and drawing a long, hard sigh from deep within her. His hands were skilled, confident; and, just as she'd somehow known, were way better at pleasuring her than even her own.
The kisses went on as he kneaded her and slipped his thigh between her legs beneath the sheets. His erection jutted rock solid against her hip, and they moved together in rhythmic bliss as Jareth pushed her top up and over breasts. His strong hands molded to the outer curves as she peered down to see them within his grasp, the peaks taut and pink. He looked, too, then met her eyes only briefly before dropping down to capture one sensitive nipple in his mouth.
Sarah moaned as the pleasure expanded through her with the pull of his lips. She curled her fingers into his hair and watched as he suckled deeply – yes, yes – then opened his eyes to lock them on hers. The connection was startlingly intimate – but they'd already been intimate in far more bizarre ways, on more than one occasion. So she didn't look away.
He released her from his mouth, still meeting her gaze, to drag his tongue up over the pointed pink tip. She saw the wetness he left behind, glistening in the moonlight. He moved his tongue in a slow circle around her nipple, ending with the leisurely licks one might give an ice cream cone.
Sarah trembled from his ministrations, literally thought she'd come apart soon. But she didn't want to come yet – she wasn't a multiple orgasm kind of gal, so she needed to save it, needed to soak up more of him before she climaxed.
"Please, Jareth," she said all breathily.
He kissed her again, heatedly, then leaned near her ear to whisper. "Say your right words, precious."
Jareth pulled away from her ear to hear her response, waiting in anticipation.
Sarah gulped then exhaled. "I wish you'd fuck me. Right now."
With that, he reached for the drawstring on her pants and pulled, then grabbed for the waistband, taking her panties as well when she lifted her ass. She shoved at his t-shirt as she kicked her pants off. She had to have him inside her. Now. Her body ached for him. Her pussy pulsed with need.
Above her, Jareth ripped his shirt off over his head, then unzipped his jeans and pushed them off with her help. His cock stretched naked now against her bare thigh, so utterly hard, and damp at the end, making her pussy surge. The sheets concealed him from the waist down, but his chest appeared lithe yet toned, and his arms and shoulder sculpted in the shadowy light.
He pushed her legs apart with both hands, and she savored his masculine touch on her inner thighs.
"Fuck me," she said.
"Soon," he replied, stunning her.
Soon?! Before she could protest, Jareth disappeared swiftly beneath the sheets and, a few seconds later, dragged one long, luxurious lick up the center of her pussy.
"Ugh!" she cried, the pleasure spiraling through her like electricity, leaving her astonished she didn't come from just that.
And then he was moving smoothly back up her body, positioning his hips over hers, pushing at her moisture, forcing his way inside and – God, he was big. She pulled in her breath at the marvelous impact, adjusting to the sense of fullness, quite sure she'd never been with a man so…large. He hadn't lied when he said he was big enough to satisfy her.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She nodded, tried to speak. "Yeah. You're just huge."
His grin shone with manly arrogance. "I never lie, precious."
Sarah let out a tense chuckle, before her face cringed from slight discomfort.
"Does it hurt?" he then questioned.
She gave her head a shake against the pillow. "No, I'm just trying…to get used to…" She was squeezing the phrases out between heavy breaths.
"Does his help?" he asked and began to move, to thrust in slow, even drives.
Oh god, did it. "More," she whimpered.
Her eyes fell shut, but she sensed his conceited grin. "I'm going to give you all you can take, Sarah."
She bit her lower lip as he increased his strokes, making them longer and deeper. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, locking at the ankles. He groaned in response, his hands molding to her hips as he pumped into her. "I knew you'd be tight. So wet and tight for me."
Sarah found his dirty talk arousing on the computer, but hearing it in that deep, seductive voice nearly stole her breath away. This man, or whatever he was, knew exactly how to do something no other male ever had – make her forget all about being sensible and conservative.
He plunged into her harder, making her cry out with each firm thrust. She lifted her hands over her head, pressing them to the large wooden headboard for leverage. Her body was growing more used to him, allowing her to sink deeper into pure pleasure. Not only the physical pleasure of having him inside her, but the mental pleasure, too. The knowledge that she was fucking a man from her past and that he was utter perfection was exciting as hell. Everything she saw was like a visual assault: his sexy eyes, his large hands massaging her breasts, their bodies moving together in a heated rush.
He went so long and hard in her that she was sure he'd come, and she didn't even care whether or not she did because everything just felt so good. She loved absorbing every hot stroke he delivered, loved the little cries they forced from her throat, the way she felt nearly out of her head with lusty joy, unable to think clearly, only to soak it in.
"I want to make you come," she heard herself say.
He softened his thrusts, took her face in his hands. "Not yet."
She didn't argue. Now that she thought about it, she didn't want this to end yet. She gasped when he eased back, drawing out of her.
"What…?" she heard herself utter in shock.
Rolling over, he pulled her on top of him until she straddled his thighs. Using two fingers, he plucked at one shoulder strap on her cami. "Take this off."
She obliged, removing it over head. He skimmed his hands slowly over her from hips to shoulders, then back again, gently tweaking her nipples along the way. Her eyes dropped to his penis, still rock-hard.
"I've watched this beautiful body of yours on my computer screen, precious," he said, "I had to come here to get you in my arms. Like I said, I couldn't let this end."
His hands splayed over the tops of her thighs before gliding slowly inward, so close to her pussy she thought she'd scream from frustration. She heard her own breath, growing ragged again, and then he stroked one thumb up the center of her wet folds, then the other.
"And I've seen this body come just for me," he went on, still stroking her pussy, his thumbs moving gradually deeper into her open slit, "but now I want to make you come."
Pulling in her breath, meeting his piercing eyes, she spoke her heart. "You made me come already. Every time. It was you – it was knowing you watched me. But you already know that."
A sexy smile turned up the corners of his mouth. "This is different. You said you wanted my hands. My cock."
She let out a long, languid sigh, along with a nod. "I did. And I do." Her gaze dropped to his appendage.
"Well, now they're going to make you come. And I'm going to watch it wash over you, watch you lose control."
She tilted her head, curled her fingertips into his chest. "I lost control the moment I realized you were watching me. And I regained it for a brief second, but it's going again – and I don't think it's coming back this time."
His smile widened. "Good."
Rising to her knees, she hovered over him, and situated herself directly over his erection. Wrapping her fist around it, she positioned it upright, then lowered herself until the head met her swollen flesh. Needing him back inside her, she pushed her pelvis firmly downward, sheathing him in her slickness.
They both moaned at the re-connection. She swiveled in small but potent circles atop him as she pressed her palms into his chest. She peered unabashedly into his hypnotic eyes, her clit brushing against his body with each rotation.
"That's right, precious. Ride me," he said, his voice dripping with a sensuality that seeped into her veins. His words fueled her, and so did his eyes. Those same eyes that had been watching her, and now she relished them even more.
She bent lower on top of him, and he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He suckled so intensely it almost hurt, but more than that, it increased her pleasure, driving her toward climax. She moved on him more roughly and clenched her teeth. Her eyes shut, and she remembered the way he'd watched her, the shocking things she'd done to thrill them both, and that he was here now, truly here, his huge cock thrusting up into her hungry body – and then she toppled, into the sweetest, most lingering orgasm she'd had in a long time. Her body convulsed at the start, then she found the waves and rode them out, letting them carry her until at last she collapsed, exhausted, on his chest.
"How was that?" he asked, his voice beaming with typical male pride.
She still couldn't believe she was pressed up against him, flesh to bare, perfect, hard flesh. "Amazing," she breathed, still limp and trying to recover. That's when she realized he'd seen her climaxed over and over, yet she'd never seem him in ecstasy, and it was time to change that.
"I want to make you come now," she told him, her voice raspy. She began to move on him again, just a little.
"That won't be difficult," he said on a low laugh.
"Tell me how I can make you come," she said breathily, sitting up to stare down on his gorgeous face.
"Tell me you want it," he said, staring up at her. "Talk to me the way you did before, over the webcam."
Sarah bit her lip and smiled devilishly. "I want you to come in me, Jareth," she cooed, running her hands up on his flat stomach to his chest. "I want you to come so hard, want you to come deep in my pussy." She rocked on him then, more emphatically than before since this was about his pleasure now. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard."
"Ah, fuck," he groaned. His voice sounded strained, as his hands pressed down on her hips, his erection thrusting hotly up inside her. The pressure was enormous and overwhelming, and she screamed, not with pain, but with the impossible fullness he delivered. One, two, three wild drives that each lifted them from the bed with brute force as he moaned deeply. She watched his teeth clench, his eyes fall shut, his face wrench in an agony she knew was actually joy, and she loved having made him feel something so brutal.
Once again, she bent to rest against his chest, and his arms came around her, pulling her close. She thought they'd say silent, thought maybe he'd drift off to sleep as guys often did after sex, and she decided she wouldn't mind if that happened. But instead, he whispered in her ear. "Do you have any idea how breath taking you are?"
"No," she replied shyly. "But I know you make me do things I've never done before." And she meant it. Whether it was fourteen years ago or now…this man was constantly testing and challenging her.
"Do you know," he said, even more softly, seductively, "that we're just getting started here? Do you know that before this is over, you're going to do things with me you've never imagined?"
She lifted her head to meet his gaze in the shadows. His words made her insides sizzle, but she wasn't surprised. She knew the moment he slipped into bed with her that he wouldn't have made this much effort just for one simple lay. "Yes, I know. And I can't wait to see what they are."
He drew his head back deeper into the pillow, his look teasing. "And you're not going to fight or defy me, precious. No acting outraged or offended, and telling me over and over that isn't you."
She blinked, then smiled gently into his eyes. "I guess you'll have to persuade me."
"I move the stars for no one," he said, making Sarah's smile fade away. "Except that is…for you."
With that, she kissed him, another stunning kiss, and it shored up her resolve. This man had found something in her she hadn't known existed. Part of her wanted to cringe – it felt so foreign. But if she was honest, a bigger part of her was fascinated with her new found self, and she wanted nothing more than to keep fascinating him, too.
The only bad thing about the marvelous floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom was when the morning sun came blasting through. But Sarah didn't really mind – since her arrival, the sun had gotten her up and to the computer early, and now, today, it didn't bother her because she had such a nice view. Not of the vast wintry landscape outside, but of the man in her bed.
Jareth looked like a masterpiece lying next to her; his high cheekbones and perfectly straight nose made him classically handsome, but the wayward lock of blonde hair dipping over his forehead made him look so…pure. When she knew he wasn't, based on last night and his past performances. She didn't harbor any regrets, but she knew she had a million questions for him. The first being…why the hell hadn't he ever reached out if he was curious about her all this time?
She bit her lip not wanting to worry about their necessary conversation to be had, so instead she studied his supreme male beauty, letting her gaze drop to his bare chest as her thoughts dropped even lower, beneath the covers. She drew in her breath, remembering what it had felt like to have him inside her. Who would have ever thought that she, Sarah Williams, defeater of the Labyrinth, would be sleeping next to Jareth, King of the Goblins? The oddity of the situation didn't pass over her. Rolling to her back, she cast a little smile heavenward. It was funny how things worked out, she thought.
"Good morning, precious."
She glanced to her lover as he pushed up on one elbow, wearing his own naughty little grin.
"Thinking about last night?" he asked, eyes teasing her.
"Guilty as charged."
"Please tell me you aren't upset that I came."
"In which capacity?" she teased, making him chuckle. She then shook her head. "No, I'm not upset. Mostly shocked, but…not mad."
He gave a short nod, arching one eyebrow. "I'm assuming you would very much like to discuss certain…things."
Sarah's eyes widened and she nodded her head slowly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Oh, yeah."
"You may ask me all that you want," he said. "But first, I need to have you again."
Before she could even protest, Jareth lowered a kiss to her lips, which was short at first – then became lengthier. He flipped Sarah on her back, and parted her legs beneath the sheets, nailing her to the mattress. Like last night, there was an adjustment period to being so very filled with him, and also like before, she heard herself crying out with each thrust he so capably delivered. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as her body soaked up the glorious pummeling. Sex now, questions later.
In one smooth, sweeping move, he slid his arms around her and scooped her upward until they both sat in the center of the bed in a close embrace – so close that it stole her breath. Adding that to the position that made him feel infinitely larger inside her, it was all she could do to maintain her composure.
She looked into his eyes, and saw him clearly for the first time. Such passion brimmed in his gaze that it made it easy to be this girl he so clearly adored. She buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him wildly, then rocked against him, seeking her release. Her pussy locked tight around his incredibly shaft, and she suffered the impression of his cock stretching up inside her to staggering lengths. His eyes glimmered wickedly.
She rode him hard, yearning to give him what she knew he wanted. She moved her body on his, gyrating in energetic circles that made her breasts jiggle against his chest. She arched, hard, harder, and leaned back to let him rain kisses across the sensitive skin of her neck. Inside her, the fever rose, her breath coming in frantic rasps. She once again came tumbling down with shrieks of sheer pleasure as the harsh sensations of orgasm jolted her. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, crying out, "Ugh, nownownow!"
And Jareth joined her, thrusting up into her harder and deeper, and like last night, lifted her from the bed with his majestic cock. "Fuck," he hissed. She wafted down from the climax in time to watch the bliss sweep over his face.
As soon as he opened his eyes, she kissed him spontaneously, then smiled, leaning her forehead against his. "You look awfully sexy when you come," she admitted.
He pulled back slightly to look at her. "Now you see why I enjoyed our little game so much."
"Don't think you're going to get away with me asking me questions just because you fucked me into oblivion again," Sarah chirped.
He laughed and delivered a short kiss to her lips. "Darling, I wouldn't dream of it. Ask away, precious."
AN: Sorry for the shorter chapter again. I wanted to keep this chapter mostly sex related, and leave all the serious conversations for next chapter. Please review! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed thus far and is loving the story. You guys are the reason these weekly updates happen! Muaaaahh!