Her mouth was everywhere, up and down his neck and jaw as she pulled his t-shirt over his head. Running her hands over his chest like she would never get enough.
His hands were sneaking over her hips, holding her there tightly. He knew she could feel him, he especially knew when she circled her hips, moaning into his mouth grinding into him, his hands circling to her ass pulling her as close as he possibly could.
He's picking her up, her legs wrapped tightly around her waist as he carries her into the bedroom, laying her down gently. He'd dreamed of this moment so many times, so many nights he'd find himself at home his hand sliding up and down while visions of her flashed behind his eyes until he came with her name on his lips. And here she was, under the length of his body, her tongue sliding roughly against his, her hands in his hair.
It's all he's ever wanted.
But he catches a glimpse of a bruise, a bruise taking shape of a hand around her throat, another dark one around the small cut on her cheek and he's pausing, stilling her hands. He's looking at her, really looking at her.
His eyes dark with desire, but a sadness coming to surface as he runs his hands softly over the bruises.
"Jim." She sighs, her hand cupping the side of his face. "I know." He says, turning to kiss her palm. He can feel it. Her frustration and her pain, aching for a release from everything that has happened. He's holding the back of her head now, kissing her with every ounce of love he has. He can't give her everything tonight, doesn't want the memory of their first time together tinted by the memories of yesterday. But he can help her let go.
His hand is running down the length of her body as he comes to lay on his side, head propped up on his hand as his other ventures lower, touching her lightly over her silk shorts. She gasps turning her head to the side to look at him. "Pam you're so pretty." He whispers, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. He's touching her again, scratching the silk where she wants him the most "Let me do this for you." He says, and she feels bold, feels undeniably sexy as she lets herself just be. Let's him explore her body.
Cupping her breast through her shirt, he's rubbing and pulling until her nipples grow hard as he sucks lightly at the pulse point on her neck. She's lost, so lost in the feel of his hands, and his lips. Her skin flushed, as goosebumps spread up and down her arms. He's got his head propped back up on his hands watching her as he pushes her shorts and panties down the length of her legs, her hips lifting to help him.
And then he's cupping her, running his finger up and down the length of everything that is her. She's spreading her thighs, letting out a long soft moan, her hand reaching out towards him, needing something, anything. She finds his bare chest, needing to feel him as he slides his middle finger deep inside of her. Her eyes clench shut, taking a deep and shaky breath as his thumb starts circling her clit and he adds another finger.
She feels open and vulnerable. Roy never did this, never took the time to know her body. She'd spent countless hours staring at Jim's hands at the office, wondering how they'd feel inside of her.
He's watching her face, wants to know what she likes, wants to know how she wants to be touched. She's turning her head towards him again, a silent invitation to kiss her, while he finds the perfect rhythm. Her hand is sliding from his chest to the nape of his neck, holding onto him tightly as he pumps his fingers in and out at a speed that has her toes curling, and her hips meeting him thrust for thrust.
He pushes in deep, curling his fingers as he draws them out and pushes into her again. She's slick and wet drawing a knee up to feel more grounded. He's not stopping now, he can feel how close she is, wants to watch her fall apart. He speeds up his hand, his thumb circling fast, keeping his fingers inside of her with short deep thrusts.
She's letting out these breathy ahhhs, telling him that she's "so damn close, please Jim, please." He's letting go of her lips softly, kissing her face wherever he can reach. He feels her hand tightening in his hair, sees her brow furrow, her lips open in a breathy sigh as he feels her clench around him. His name falling from her lips as she lets go around his fingers.
Her body goes limp, he slows his hand, drawing out her orgasm, kissing her temple as he slides his fingers out of her gently. She had never felt like that. Never felt so loved, and wanted. Never felt more desired.
She finally opens her eyes to look at him. Look at this man whose eyes are watching her as if she is the most treasured, most beautiful thing in the world. "So, so pretty" he tells her. Reveling in the way she smiles so openly at him. And then he's pulling the comforter over their bodies, pulling her into his chest as they drift into an afternoon nap.