Starting Over

Chapter 5: Complete

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Pam didn't know if she'd ever been so affected by a kiss. Well, by now it was much more than a kiss. His hands massaged her waist and hips as hers slid around him and under his shirt, the warm skin feeling like heaven under her fingers. Her lungs were assaulted by cold air as he tore his lips from hers and dragged them down to her neck. His hands inched up her sides until they brushed the undersides of her breasts. Her entire body was buzzing.

Her breath was hitched and erratic and the sound echoed around the living room. The sound was deafening.

"Jim," she tried to speak evenly but it came out more like a moan.

"Hmm?" came his muffled voice before he detached himself from her neck to look at her.

She grinned, "I think I'm ready for that house tour now," she said, hoping he'd understand what she meant.

He did. "Oh yeah?" she nodded. "Where would you like to start?"

She gathered more courage than she knew she had. "Your bedroom." She tried to be serious and sexy, but she was too elated to keep the smile from her face. Especially when Jim beamed one back at her. He leaned down and kissed her again, quickly, before pulling back.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked as her heart melted.

She shook her head, "No," she said honestly, "but I'm sure about you."

He groaned and smiled, leaning his head against hers. "You're killin' me Beesly."

She laughed and pulled away from him, taking one of his hands and leading him towards the stairs. She took a deep breath as they walked upstairs together, his thumb tracing small circles on the inside of her wrist. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been this turned on.

She started walking down the hall with him still behind her, wondering if he was ever going to tell her where to go when she felt his hand on her waist, guiding her into his bedroom.

As they walked in, he snaked his hand around to her stomach, pulling her close against him. She felt her lower abdomen quiver under his touch as she struggled to keep standing. He released her hand and brought his up to her neck. Brushing her hair aside, he placed kisses along collarbone, moving out towards her shoulders. She leaned her head back, granting him further access. He ran his hands up her sides, then down her arms and entwined his fingers with hers, covering them completely.

The tightening between her legs was becoming unbearable and she knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer without touching him back. She walked them over to the bed and spun around to face him. His hooded eyes looked down at her with so much emotion it almost overwhelmed her.

She stepped out of her shoes, giving him yet another couple inches on her, and pushed them away with the side of her foot. She was still looking at the ground when she felt his hands in her hair, gently unfastening her barrette. He let it fall to the floor and ran his fingers through her tresses. Letting out a deep breath he murmured "You're so beautiful," and kissed her before she had a chance to blush or doubt him.

She ran her hands up his chest and slowly and uncoordinatedly started to unbutton his shirt. He pushed against her and she fell onto the bed as her knees buckled against the edge. They let out a joint giggle and he smiled as he followed her onto the bed. She felt his weight on her and she'd forgotten how much she missed that. She could see the lust in his eyes and it made her feel sexy and desirable and…loved.

His hands seemed to be everywhere, as did his lips. They had yet to take off a single item of clothing but she was already more stimulated than she'd ever been. Jim was taking his time; savoring every inch of her.

She tugged him up towards her face, causing him to abandon the trail he was kissing down her stomach. He looked into her eyes and his expression immediately turned to one of concern.

"What is it? Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely worried.

She smiled and nodded. "It's just that…" she hated the words she was about to say, but she needed him to know. "God, this is so embarrassing," she looked away.

"What? You can tell me." He was smiling but she could tell he was nervous.

"Roy's the only person who I've ever…been with," she blurted out.

"And?"

"I just feel like I don't even know what I'm doing." She was mortified. If the lights had been on she was sure she'd be bright red from head to toe.

His laugh surprised her. So did his kiss. "Trust me," he said, "you're doing just fine."

His words gave her a renewed sense of confidence. "Only fine?" she smiled.

"More than fine. Great," he kissed her lips. "Amazing." Kiss. "Incredible." Kiss, kiss. He made his way down her neck as his hands inched up her waist under her shirt. He pulled it up until her bra was almost showing and looked at her, asking for permission. She nodded and he peeled it off her, looking down at her body with reverence before diving back down.

He kissed her chest and worked his way down to the space between her breasts. She ran her hands through his hair, urging him on. He pulled the fabric down and lavished attention to one nipple, then the other. He smiled as they stood up and he put her bra back in place. She pushed against his chest, forcing him to move to a kneeling position. She sat, her legs on either side of his, and finished unbuttoning his shirt.

She slid it off his shoulders and ran her hands lightly down his chest examining every crevice, loving the definition she found there. His breath hitched as her hands fell to his belt, shaking a little as she unbuckled it. The button was a little easier, the zipper even more so. Before she knew it, Jim was kneeling in front of her in nothing but his boxers.

In the back of her mind, she knew she should be more nervous, or at least hesitant, but all she could think was how much she wanted him. She reached behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss, moving her hands to his waist band. He shook his head and mumbled against her lips. She pulled back and looked at him, loving the spark in his eyes as he said "It's your turn."

He moved his hands around her back and unfastened her bra, immediately replacing it with his hands as it slid off. He pressed her back to the mattress and massaged his way down to her skirt. He found the small zipper on the side and eased it down, surprising her when he lifted her hips effortlessly to pull the skirt down her legs.

She was suddenly very aware that they were both only in their underwear, and pleased to see the tent that had formed in Jim's. When he came back to kiss her she grasped his erection through his boxers. He groaned and she began to move her hand.

He inched his fingers into her panties and Pam's hips surged upwards as he slid one finger inside her. She lost all coordination as he added another finger and his thumb began to move on her clit. His fingers were long and skilled and she moved her hips to his tempo. He threaded his other hand through hers, holding it above her head.

Her breathing was deep and erratic and her legs began to quiver as he moved his fingers faster and leaned down to kiss her. She was unprepared as her orgasm gripped her, her body arching into his touch. She tore her mouth from his, gasping for air.

He was being sweet and tender, kissing her shoulders while she rode out the effects but she needed more. She grabbed him on either side of his face and pulled him back so she could look him in the eye. "I need you, now," she breathed.

He just nodded, quickly discarding of their remaining clothing and placing himself at her entrance. He locked into her gaze before kissing her deeply and pushing himself inside her. She moaned loudly into his mouth as he filled her completely.

He started moving and she couldn't believe that in just a few moments she was back on the brink again. She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles to pull him in as deeply as she could.

"Oh, Jesus," he groaned, picking up the pace.

She felt removed from herself as she vaguely heard sounds she didn't know she could make. He reached between them, stroking her and sending her over the edge. Sensation ripped through her as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. Jim was still, his lips tasting her neck.

"That was amazing," she said, still breathless.

He pulled back to look at her, a devious smile on his face. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" He asked, not waiting for an answer before starting again.

He moved in and out of her, lavishing her with kisses and whispered words. Every time she'd get close, he would slow down, letting her excitement ebb until finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"Jim," she whimpered, almost begging him.

He took the hint and plunged into her with long, deep strokes. Immediately her climax rushed through her, intensifying as Jim buried his head in her shoulder moaning her name as he came inside her.

They stayed like that for awhile, waiting for their breathing to return to normal. Pam hugged him tightly, not wanting the moment to end. Finally Jim moved off of her, and Pam tried to quell the feeling of emptiness that always accompanied this action. Before she could even think twice, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her forehead and rubbing small circles on her back.

Pam couldn't remember a time when she'd ever felt this…complete. They drifted to sleep, encased in a bubble of contentedness, warm in each other's arms.

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TBC…?

You guys have been awesome with the reviews! Sorry this chapter took a little longer, but well, I had a busy weekend. Plus, it's the first real sex scene I've ever written so it took a little longer. I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep going, but let me know what you think! xo