Chapter 22, Melting Fire
"It feels like an eternity since I was last in here." Sarah whispered into his lips. Jareth took advantage of her open expression, nibbling at her lower lip and gliding his tongue into her mouth. It was a few seconds before he responded.
"Are things as you remember?" He asked, deepening their kiss. Sarah gasped at the sudden surge, taking a step back, only to be halted by strong arms.
"I think I could use a quick refresher." She said, giving a quiet sigh as she curled her tongue around his.
"How about long and thorough?" He replied, pushing their bodies together.
Sarah brought her hands to Jareth's chest, as his arm pushed them closer. She took a sharp breath, savoring his sweet and musky aroma. Her back arched into him as a more intense sensation hit her. Jareth brought his free hand to grasp the back of her head. His hands roamed over her body, as hers rose to clasp his face.
In one swoop, he picked her up and swung her around laying her gently on the bed. His mouth trailed its way down her neck, stopping at her bust line. He leaned back to stand over her, taking in the vision that was his raven haired beauty.
Sarah was being overrun with a sudden surge of lust. Laying there, on his bed, again, staring up at him as he drank her in. Her heart held a steady pound as she reacquainted herself with the sheets.
"Have I told you how intoxicating you look?" Jareth asked, smirking down at her, lost in the way she twisted her body in such a teasing manner.
"It's the hair, isn't it?" She kidded, bringing her arms above her head, and arching her back, inviting him to return to her.
Jareth dipped down as he swept himself back onto her, pushing her further up the bed. His arms had wrapped under her shoulders, lifting her to him. His nostrils flared at the overwhelmingly intoxicating scent of her.
"It's everything." He said, smiling down at her as he captured her mouth in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, along with her legs around his hips. His body began to move with her, threatening to consume them in a frenzied fire of lust and longing.
Jareth's hands traced from her shoulders down to her hips, clasping around the sleek firmness of her leather clad ass. He let a low murmur escape his lips.
"Mmm, you'll have to dress like this more often." He purred into her neck, pushing himself into her a little harder. She smiled in the darkness, pushing his jacket over his shoulders.
"You may come to regret that. It'll take hours to get me out of this." She said, rolling her head to the side for him to nip at her neck.
"I like a good challenge." His voice was a low rumble into her skin, making her shiver.
Her skin tensed as a finger caressed the hair away from her neck, trailing down to her shoulder. There was a brief moment of wonder as his hand grasped her shoulder, gently rolling her onto her stomach.
Jareth tenderly kissed the back of her neck, working his way between her shoulder blades. A hand carefully plucked at the laces holding her shirt intact. She gave a sigh of relief, feeling the pressure of her ribcage being released, and squirmed slightly as he kissed and caressed his way down her spine. He whispered in her ear after making his way back up.
"You have such a beautiful body." He whispered, engulfing his arms around her. She moved her rear against his pelvis, taking his hands in her own. He was forced to close his eyes at the sharp sensation. "Oh how I have missed you." He said almost exasperated.
Feeling a sleek texture between her fingers, Sarah looked ahead of her and gently plucked the leather gloves from Jareth's fingertips. She was lost in a daze as she watched the gloves reveal the tantalizing flesh beneath. Why does seeing your bare hands make me hotter than a volcano? Never thought I'd have a fetish... she half thought.
Jareth's hands instantly entwined with hers once they were freed. He pressed his body to her, and held her in a tight embrace, letting out a sigh as he squeezed even tighter. It wasn't until now, being so close and intimate, that he realized just how much he had truly longed for her. He was nearly overwhelmed with a sudden surge of emotion.
Sarah gave a quiet smile, savoring the heat radiating from his body, knowing what thoughts were going through his mind.
"I've missed you too, Jareth." Whispered Sarah from beneath the mass of the Goblin King.
Without a word, Jareth rolled Sarah onto her back, eyes locked on hers, paying no attention to the fact that she was now topless.
"Do you love me Sarah?" Jareth asked, his eyes searching hers.
"Yes." She replied, her voice calm and tranquil, waiting for him to make a move.
"Will you be happy with me, only me? Will you stay here, and stand by my side for all of eternity?" He asked. "Will you be truly happy leaving your world behind?"
Sarah brought a hand to cup his face, tilting her head slightly as she gave him a gentle kiss.
"I knew that no matter what, I would be leaving one world behind. It just took me a while to realize what world I wanted to leave." She gazed up into his eyes, such beautiful blue eyes. "You've always been more than I dared to ask for. With or without you, I would be with no other." She said, smiling up at him. "To let myself be happy, to let you love me, and I you in return. To live on what I know and not what I think. I love you Jareth, that's all that matters. That's my lesson." She said, capturing his lips once again.
The connection of their lips held significantly more passion than those previous. Jareth's arms tightened around her, pulling her to him. Sarah's hands made their way down his face, feeling every inch of his neck, and collarbone. Sarah's distracted mind tried with great effort to focus her hands on untying the thin laces holding the front of Jareth's shirt closed. Once they were free, she let her hands roam over the fine contours of his chest. Their skin sparked as sensations grew. She felt Jareth's heart start to quicken as her hands traveled further.
For still wearing most of their clothing, the two were doing an awful lot of twisting and squirming around one another. Firmly intent on reacquainting himself with every part of Sarah's body, one part at a time, Jareth was focused on devouring Sarah's tongue and running his hands into her wild mane of hair. Sarah's hands were also intent on reacquainting themselves, though with a very different part of his anatomy.
Jareth's girth notably throbbed once Sarah's fingers danced their way to his trousers. She ran a finger along the immense bulge, savoring the way it grew harder and harder under her touch.
"Oh, how I have missed you." Sarah whispered with a snicker. Jareth growled.
Nipping at the tender flesh of her neck, Jareth rose above her once again, kneeling on the bed this time. Eyes locked on hers, he stretched his lean body, raising his arms as he pulled the loose fabric of his shirt over his head. Sarah's animalistic gaze was drawn in at the way the muscles of his arms and chest tightened as he moved.
Jareth's eyes grew dark as he too was drawn in by Sarah's body. Her soft pale flesh flowed in so many curves. He felt his heart thud seeing her taunt nipples harden in anticipation.
Without a word, Jareth lowered himself onto her, kissing his way down the center of her chest. His hands firmly engulfed her breasts as his tongue flicked over the rosy buds. Sarah gasped at the feeling of his hot mouth on her most sensitive skin. He nipped and sucked, teasing her to no end. His hands were busy groping their way down her body to the waist of her pants.
His fingers curled under the tight fabric, waiting for his lips as they made their own way down her body. His tongue danced around her navel, trailing in and out of the line of her pants. Sarah tilted her head back and arched her body, waiting.
Jareth's hungry eyes scanned up her body, watching Sarah's reaction to him.
"I know I said I like a good challenge, precious. But I don't feel like waiting." Jareth purred. Sarah glanced down at him, watching in wonderment at what happened next.
Jareth's hands gripped even harder at the tight leather of Sarah's pants, and then pulled. His mouth left a trail of supple kisses as his hands roamed over her legs. Sarah watched as the black fabric literally melted under his touch, giving way to her pale glowing skin.
Jareth's eyes examined Sarah's newly exposed legs, running his hands from her thigh down to her ankle. Very slowly, he began to kiss his way back to her, his nips growing sharper as he made his way further up along her inner thigh. Sarah spread her legs slightly, waiting ever so impatiently for him to release her burning anxiety.
While Jareth's mouth continued its snails pace trail up Sarah's leg, one of his hands hand made its way up the other, firmly squeezing the tender flesh, pushing her open even further.
Sarah's entire body tensed, her hands gripping the sheets as Jareth grew nearer and nearer to her most sensitive area. Then there was a pause. Jareth's lips had left her, but the feeling of his breath against her skin kept her hovering. The hand holding one of her legs in place tightened. Time started again when Sarah felt the hot wetness of Jareth's tongue briefly flick over her attentive folds. Not realizing she had been holding her breath, she let out a moan. His tongue darted out a second time, with a little more force, piercing her delicious folds and causing her to jerk slightly.
Jareth gave a quiet smile, seeing the way she reacted to him. He grazed his tongue over her once again, but slower this time, pushing deeper as to open her up to him. Sarah moaned again, longing for him to take her, but thoroughly enjoying the time he was taking to tease her. With his hand squeezing tighter on her leg, Jareth dipped his tongue in and out, tasting her sweet nectar and sucking along her slick skin.
Sarah's body was practically frozen with tension. The pleasure was so immense, yet not quite enough to do her over. Her hands clawed at the bed, forcing herself to remain as still as possible. Jareth's tongue reached deeper and deeper inside of her, gaining more ferocity in response to Sarah's own. His hand left her thigh to tease the core of Sarah's desire. His tongue had left her opening and was now running across the sensitive nub, while he slowly slipped one and then two fingers inside of her.
"Ohmygod." Sarah spat with a moan, jerking her body into him. Jareth gave a hungry growl, his own desire was raging through him in watching her response. His finger moved in and own, faster and harder, curling in the precise place as to hit that certain spot inside of her.
Sarah tried unsuccessfully to remain calm and relaxed. One part of her wanted so badly to yank him up the bed and fuck his brains out, while the other wanted to continue with the path they were already on.
Lost in his own desire, Jareth slipped another finger inside her. Sarah's hand thrust itself into Jareth's hair, pushing him harder. Jareth's free hand clasped around her other leg, forcing it to the side. Sarah had started a steady moan at this point.
Feeling himself about to explode out of his pants, Jareth pulled his mouth away from Sarah, nipping up her body until his face was level with hers, his fingers never ceasing all the while. Sarah reduced her moans to subtle pants as she stared into his eyes.
With a cynical grin, Jareth captured Sarah's mouth in a fiery kiss, twirling his tongue around hers, making sure she tasted everything that he had. His hand thrust harder and harder into her, and his free hand clawed at the tender flesh of her body.
"I thought you didn't feel like waiting?" Sarah said, in an exasperated pant. Jareth's grin grew wider.
"I didn't. That doesn't mean I don't feel like making you wait." He purred, nipping at her lower lip.
"Well, to clarify, I don't feel like waiting either." She said between pants, bringing her arms to roam over his stomach. Jareth gave an amused chuckle.
"No? Are you sure? From where I am it seems you're quite enjoying your current situation." He said, using his thumb to rub over her sensitive nub. Her jaw dropped open.
"I- I think -I- would enjoy -other things -much - more." She stuttered, her wide eyes lost in his dark gaze. Her hand moved lower down his torso, rubbing him through the strict confines of his pants. "You'll have to teach me -that trick of yours." She said, searching for a way to remove the remainder of his garments. Jareth sneered a devilish grin.
"You mean this?" He said, taking her hand in his and running it from his waist, across his groin, and down his thigh. A heat rose in Sarah's chest as Jareth guided her hand over every part of his lower anatomy, feeling his clothing melt away from his as he had done to hers. A blush spread across her cheeks as he made her examine him most thoroughly.
Once Jareth and Sarah's hand had made their way to caress down his inner thigh, he released her, allowing her to chose whatever happened next. Sarah's tongue grazed along her lip as she brought her hand to firmly grasp his long and burgeoning member. A low rumble came from Jareth's chest as he savored the feel of Sarah's fingers entwining themselves around him. Gently at first, she stroked along his length, squeezing at just the right spots, causing Jareth to jerk this time. She returned his conniving sneer as she watched the effect she could have on him.
Sarah then moved her hand so as to run the head along her opening. Jareth had removed his hand from her in order to help support himself above her. Very teasingly, she dipped him in and out with each caress, dampening his tip and making him shudder.
Jareth had started to move on his own, pushing himself into her, while letting her remain in control. Deeper and deeper he went, though not enough to actually penetrate her. His breathes grew heavy as he fought to refrain from taking her in the animalistic savagery that was sweeping through him.
Sarah watched Jareth's struggle with the upmost interest, and just as he was about to slip fully inside of her, she pushed against him, forcing them to roll.
Jareth leaned on his elbows, as sarah straddled his lap, and continued to stroke him. With one hand moving at a steady pace, she brought the other to feel along the firmness of his chest, pausing at his collarbone. She gave him one deep kiss before pushing him down to the bed. The way she knelt over him was like watching a lion about to strike.
Jareth gave her a mischievous grin, she hadn't realized she'd placed him just below her opening, and in one thrust Jareth pushed to fill her entirely. Sarah gave a loud gasp, almost falling on top of him. Her arms steadied her above him as he started to move. Sarah started moaning immediately. Jareth brought his hands from her hips to grasp at the back of her head, holding her lips to his as he thrust himself into her over and over. One hand wrapped around her back, pushing her body down to his. He held her firmly to him as he hooked his hips in a hard and regular pace.
Sarah brought her hands to grasp either side of Jareth's face, and after giving in to one hell of a passionate kiss, pushed herself away from him. With one hand on the center of his chest, Sarah started moving at her own pace. She rolled her hips in such an angle as to cause Jareth to actually arch his own back. She held a slow and deep pace, staring intently into his eyes as she did so.
"Good Gods woman." Jareth panted, bringing his hands to her hips. He felt the rhythm of her movements, though did nothing to influence her. She leaned back, and rested upon her arms behind her, giving Jareth a most erotic view. Jareth's hands roamed over her hips and stomach, taking in everything that she gave him.
He then sat up, and collapsed them both into the bed. Holding her shoulders down, he thrust harder and harder into her. They went on like this for a bit, and then something happened.
Jareth looked down into Sarah's eyes, and was almost blown away by what met him. He wasn't sure if she realized it or not, but Sarah's eyes were beaming into him with more peace and love than he'd ever seen. He was lost for a moment, and then she kissed him. Cupping her hands on either side of his face, Sarah tenderly brought her lips to his. Jareth's pace started to stagger, and immediately slowed. He opened up to the tenderness of her kiss, slowly bringing her tongue to his, and sucking at her lips in the most gentle manner. Sarah's wild moans had diminished to soft panting and gasps, and his to heavy breathing.
Wrapping an arm around her back, he gently lifted her from the bed and in one movement managed to roll her onto her side so he lay adjacent her. If Jareth had pulled out of her during this transition, she didn't notice. Laying on her side, with Jareth spooned behind her, Sarah turned her head to look up at him. With his arms tightly wrapped around her, he captured her mouth in another tender kiss.
It became quiet, and everything slowed. The way he held her, and moved with her, it wasn't so much about having sex anymore as it was about confirming their love. He was extremely gentle, and tender to her. A drastic contrast to the mood only minutes before. He wasn't concerned with feeling and groping her body, as much as simply holding her.
Sarah laced her fingers with his, relishing the intimacy of their love. With a tug of his arm, she rolled them once again.
Jareth kissed the back of Sarah's neck and shoulder, trying hard to control his breathing as he felt himself growing near to completion. Sarah sensed the way he fought to control his pace, and heard the hoarse gasps he gave in response to hold back his moans.
Sarah pushed her rear up into him, giving his pelvis better access. She felt herself tighten around him with their new angle. She squeezed his hands and buried her face into a pillow, letting out her own muffled moans.
Jareth felt her wetness intensify and grow hot around him. He let out a gasp as he uncontrollably thrust himself into her harder. Sarah gave a few high moans, clenching her eyes tight as she felt herself let go for him.
"Jareth..." She stammered to say, pushing her body into him further.
Jareth pressed his forehead into her shoulder, using all the might he had to last as long as he possibly could. A thin sheen of sweat glistened his brow. The release of Jareth's hands signaled the completion of Sarah's orgasm, though she continued to press herself into him.
Jareth's movements grew staggered and irregular, losing the ability to control himself. He gave an uncontrollable moan as he gave those few final thrusts. Although they were both well spent, they kept moving with one another, not wanting the moment to ever end. But, as their bodies grew more and more tired, their movements slowed and eventually it did.
Jareth rested his weight on Sarah, who was actually comforted with almost being crushed under him. They laid in that embrace for a long time, actually falling asleep at some point. After a while, Jareth awoke and rolled off of her, bringing her to his side. Draped in lush blankets and each other's arms, they once again drifted off to sleep. It was quiet in all this, neither said a word, there were none to be said.