S H A R P I E
Chapter 2
Suze
"I . . . well . . ." The uncertain smile on Jesse's face widened into a mischievous one. "If you say so, querida. Your wish is my command."
I shrieked with surprise as he pushed me down onto the bed suddenly and dove for my neck. God, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that the boy -or man?- is a vampire. He certainly does -Oooooooooooooh- behave like one.But since he's decidedly alive . . . guess I'll stick with saying that he has a neck fetish, then.
"Not a virgin, huh, querida?" Jesse murmured as he alternated between bites and kisses on my neck. I could only moan in response, too caught up in the mixture of pleasure and desire he was weaving me into. "Guess I'll have to punish you then."
Okay...Jesse is very out of character. He usually doesn't get this way when he gets turned on.
Heh, I'm not complaining. I like this side of him.
"What methods would you be using, Master?" I asked in mock terror.
He whispered into my neck. "That's for me to know and you to find out."
I gasped as one of his hands slowly crept inside my jeans. It rested over top of my panties, torturing me.
I then turned my head and planted a big wet one on his lips. He left my neck and kissed back feverishlyhis remaining hand gripping my waist tightly. A moan slipped out my throat as we er... played a very vigorous game of tonsil hockey.
"Susannah . . . Te amo . . . Siempre . . ." Jesse murmured hotly into my mouth. I broke off our kiss in response and did the thing he loved most-- earlobe playing.
"Te amo? That I understand... Je t'aime to ya too," I whispered into his ear and bit down on his lobe gently, inflicting a strangled groan from the man in question. I twirled my tongue into his ear, while my hands were busily trying to divest him of his pants too, but he resisted.
"Not . . . so fast, querida," Jesse managed to get out before panting under my . . . lavish attentions upon a certain part of his anatomy. "Want to . . . savour . . . ."
His ear, you perv. What did you think I was talking about?
"Savour?" I asked, while giggling - his hand that was not in my pants traveled up to my naked chest.
"Indeed," he answered breathlessly. Then the hand that was in my pants slipped out and rested on the waist-band of my jeans, the other hand following suit. He slowly and surely unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them gently down my thighs.
"What ever happened to savouring?" I asked, a laugh playing on my lips.
He tossed my jeans aside. "Hmm . . . I'm still . . . savouring," he said with a grin. He very lightly rested his hands on my breasts, massaging them beautifully.
"Oh, really?" I giggled. I flipped us over so I was on top. I placed a kiss on his lips, trailing down his perfect chest and abdomen. Then I got to the waist-band of his pants, teasing the skin there with my tongue. When he shuddered from under me, I took that as a good sign. And then I did something I normally would never do.
I unbuttoned his pants with my teeth.
Before you start laughing, I'm just letting you know: Jesse seemed to be turned on by it, if the bulge in his pants that had considerably hardened was any indication.
And then I pulled his pants off, not nearly as graceful as he had done with me. But he didn't seem to mind all that much. He was too busy attacking my neck again.
I abandoned his boxers for the time being and crawled back up onto his chest again. Mmmm, I can never get enough of it; tanned, toned, and that distracting... line of hair . . . I licked my way up it.
He continued with his gasping and moaning, helpless under me. Heh, guess I'm the one who wears the pants in this relationship now, no? His hand fisted in my hair and he muttered more stuff in Spanish; a common occurrence during our make-out sessions . . . and of which I absolutely do not understand. And he always refuses to tell me after our makeout sessions too.
Ugh, selfish man. Bet he's muttering dirty things about me.
"Querida, you're such a tease . . ." he managed to get out before I kissed him again. And that was when he decided to snatch the metaphorical pants from me.
I shrieked as he rolled me over and tugged down my panties. "Unfair---" The rest of my sentence was muffled as he found my lips again.
"Life . . . querida, is never fair," he whispered as he splayed his fingers on my stomach.
"Take off your boxers," I gasped as his fingers slid lower. My hands clenched on his shoulders, as I arched against him. "Now."
"As you wish, querida," he murmured, before divesting himself of the remaining article of clothing with one hand. His other was tangling in my curls . . . down there. My hands moved from his shoulders to his back, nails raking down it.
And then suddenly, I could feel him . . . hard, hot and heavy against my thigh. His fingers chose the very minute, to slip into me, and I was lost.
My breath caught in my throat, as I arched involuntarily into him, half-mad with need. God, the feelings he aroused in me... they were driving me up the wall. Figuratively, of course. I moaned again as his fingers did something ...two of them; Oh my GOD... scissoring.
I raked my nails down his back, moaning as his fingers continued... whatever they were doing. God, for someone who considers living together before marriage a sin and all, he was remarkably uh, familiar with...conjugation techniques. I gasped again as his thumb pressed down, gently at first, then harder on my... most sensitive spot. God, I think I'm going to die of pleasure.
"Jesse...Ahhhhh...Y-You...Ooooooooooooooh," I panted out an incoherent sentence, sinking my nails into his butt. Mmmmm, nice, round, tanned, and Hot with a capital 'T'... His butt felt very, very nice. I pulled him harder against me and breathed into his ear. "I w-want you... inside me. Now."
"I wasn't aware that you were in any position to demand anything, querida," He chuckled low in his throat and worked his fingers more uhhhh... vigorously. My mind went nearly blank with pleasure, and for the first time in five years I... you know. Climaxed. Came. Orgasmed. Had the Big 'O'. Er... experienced Le Petit Mort?
Yeah, whoopeedo. Break out the champagne now, Suze is finally getting some!
I lay there for a long time, sighing with contentment as Jesse withdrew his fingers slowly and splay them on my stomach. His hands moved up slowly until they cupped my breasts. Oh my god... I have never, ever orgasmed due to foreplay before.
Hmm... I've finally come to the consensus that my boyfriend is officially a Sex God.
I sighed again and rolled us over, smirking down at Jesse's surprised expression. I sat up and straddled him, sitting on his chest and linking my arms around his neck. "What?"
"Nothing... I just... aren't you tired, querida?" Jesse asked concernedly, reaching a hand up to brush my hair out of my eyes. but I could see the rising excitement in his eyes as I sat back a little, rocking near where his... um, you-know-what is.
"Am I tired? Hmm... that's self-explanatory. Does the sun rise from the west? Are piggies flying now?" I whispered before sinking down on him. A surprised moan was his answer. "Nom-Nombre de Dios, oh, querida," he managed to get out before another moan was wrangled to his throat, hands reaching out to grip my hips hard.
And then I began to move.
The sun filtered into the room. It was blinding at first, as I opened my eyes, but they soon adjusted to it. By the looks of it, it was a nice sunny day in Carmel, California.
Yes, after I graduated college, Jesse and I decided to move back to Carmel, where I and he, coincidentally, grew up. Unfortunately, we didn't move in together. Oh, no, that was 'inappropriate'.
Le sigh . . .
I yawned and adjusted myself in the bed.
And that's when I realized I wasn't alone. I was laying on someone.
Oh, my god. Did I get drunk last night and sleep with a guy? Oh, god, Jesse's gonna kill me. But wait, I don't have a hangover.
Then who the hell is this under me?
I turned my head to see Jesse's gorgeous face.
Oh, right.
How could I have forgotten our previous awesome night?
I don't think he was awake. He was breathing evenly and his eyes were shut. But . . . he still could've been awake.
Well... There was only a way to be certain of that fact. I braced myself over him and started dropping kisses all over his face. One each over his eyelids, one on the very tip on his nose, one on the centre of his lips... I was going for his left ear when his eyelashes fluttered and his eyes opened slowly.
"Good morning, querida," he said in a sleep-scratchy, sexy voice, and propped himself up with his elbows to kiss my shoulder. I giggled breathily like a sugar-high kid and snuggled closer to him. "Good morning to you too."
He wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me down until we were facing each other and lying on our sides. "Had a good sleep?" He murmured, nibbling at the little spot beneath my ear.
"I --Oooooh, that tickles. Yeah, I -Uhhhhhhhh- did." I panted out as he moved on to licking and sucking on my neck. Pressing myself closer, I moaned out, "And-- oh, yes, there-- I just --Mmmmmm-- remembered, tell me -ahhhhhhhh- what kay-ree-da ---Oh, GOD- means."
He chuckled. "How many times has it been that you've asked me that?" he joked. His lips lowered down onto my collarbone, making me just ever so turned on as he reached my breasts.
"I didn't ask," I said. "I demanded - ahhhh." My eyes fluttered and my head rolled back. Soon enough, Jesse climbed on top of me and began pleasing me in so many different ways, that I can't even describe them - its not like you really wanted to know in the first place.
And then we started a whole nother round of what we did last night, if you catch my drift.
To be clichéd, I was in heaven. And I didn't even think about how much my morning breath must have stunk.
A/N:
Nicole: -snore- Gah, I am so tired. Let me sleep, Maddy.
Maddy: -huffs- Fine. See if I care. Anyway... Do review, all of you. Nice big lemon we wrote, no? So yeah, thank us in your reviews. -snicker-