Chapter 4
"Do you want to watch another movie or something?" I asked after a few moments of silence, feeling self-conscious.
Control yourself, Mariano.
She nodded, seeming somewhat distracted as well, I noticed with a smirk.
"How about Hardbodies? A true classic."
Ironic.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing. Hardbodies sounds good, I've never seen it before."
"Never seen it! Well, you are positively deprived! Let your education begin."
She popped in the DVD, going to the menu and pressing play before finally sitting back down on the couch. She took another sip of her milkshake, and my eyes strayed away from the television screen, focusing instead on her lips.
"Jess?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Well, hello, Narcissus."
She glared, punching me playfully, returning her gaze to the movie as she placed her glass on the table.
"Mean."
I glanced down at her arms, noticing a thin coating of goose bumps covering her porcelain skin.
"I just thought you look cold," I said nonchalantly, glad to have an excuse that didn't make me sound creepy.
I was staring at your lips and thinking how they'd feel on every part of me. Yeah, Mariano, that'd work.
"I am, a little. I always get cold after drinking icy beverages, it's like a law."
"You want my coat?"
"Oh, no, I'm not that cold."
"You have goose bumps."
"I'm really fine, Jess," she insisted, "It was just the cold drink."
"Alright, whatever you say."
I got comfortable, leaning back against the pillowy couch. She followed suit, her arm brushing slightly against mine as she got situated.
The air crackled with tension, no more idle chatter to be had. I thought of asking about her arm once more, a silly question about the movie, whether she was still hungry, but they all seemed like foolish filler. The silence had to be broken, but I had a feeling it wasn't with words. I nudged her leg with mine gently, and she looked over, her vibrant blue eyes meeting mine questioningly.
She stared for a moment, the wheels in her head visibly turning, and I smirked slightly, waiting for the moment. Finally, realization dawned and her eyes widened slightly, as she swallowed nervously.
"Are you- I mean, do you, um…"
"You still got a little something," I murmured, lowering my head until my lips brushed against hers. A spark shot through me, leaving me tingling.
From a kiss? Jesus, Mariano, she's a girl, not a superhero.
"Oh," she whispered in surprise, and I chuckled quietly, my eyes flickering to her lips and then back to her deep blue orbs.
"I think it might still be there, stubborn little thing," I questioned, and she smiled slightly.
"I think it is."
"Interesting," I grinned, meeting her lips with mine once more. This time the kiss was longer, and I trailed my hand up her arm, moving around to cup the back of her head. I let my fingers tangle in her silky hair, loving the feel of her soft lips moving with mine.
We broke apart for a moment for air, the air positively flaming with tension.
"Is this okay?" I murmured almost inaudibly, and she nodded, the corner of her perfect lips turning upwards slightly.
"Yeah," she whispered, and the breathiness in her voice was like an electric shock to my system.
You're supposed to be helping her, she has a broken arm. Watch the movie or something.
I shushed the voice of my conscience, her lips too alluring to pass up. This time I hesitantly tasted her lower lip with my tongue, asking for access. Her lips parted, and a groan formed in the back of my throat, my tongue meeting hers.
My hands had minds of their own, travelling over her body, resting on the small of her back. The angle was awkward, my neck starting to become sore, and I imagined it was the same for her. The logical step seemed to gently guide her in front of me, and my hands carried out this action unthinkingly.
Oh, bad idea. Such a bad idea.
At the feel of her warm weight on me, straddling me, her scent enveloping me, I shot up like a rocket. I moved slightly backwards, burrowing deeper into the couch to put a bit of distance, though our lips didn't separate.
"Jess?" she questioned quietly, eyeing me nervously.
"Yeah?" I replied with a voice made entire of gravel and sandpaper. I cleared my throat again, repeating my response in a more understandable tone.
"I feel weird," she said softly, and my guilt rushed at me like a bullet train.
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry, Rory. I shouldn't have…I mean, you…"
"No! No, not about…not like that," she corrected, smiling slightly, and my brows furrowed in confusion.
"What do you mean weird, then?"
Her pale cheeks flamed, a deep red blush spreading across her complexion as she averted her eyes.
"Nevermind."
"No, tell me," I coaxed gently, and she sighed. She looked down pointedly, and I understood, my eyes lingering longer than was necessary on her jeans.
Danger, Will Robinson. Danger.
"You feel weird down there?" I asked softly, and she nodded, licking her lips unconsciously.
"With Dean, I never…"
Danger!
"Rory…good weird?"
"Yeah. Is it supposed to…I mean, am I…"
There was no stifling my blood flow now. It all shot to a certain place, draining from my mind as I was rendered speechless. I kissed her again, wincing slightly as she came closer, closing the distance that I had created to hide certain things.
I waited for her to back up, shocked and disgusted, but she only paused, remaining where she was and looking at me thoughtfully. Words not forming in my mind, I simply stared at her, waiting for her response. She glanced down for a moment, before moving experimentally, innocently, nudging her core gently against my…
Oh, my god.
A low moan escaped my lips and she looked startled for a moment, before smiling slightly. She bit her lower lip for a moment, and I cleared my throat, pausing for a moment as I thought. Jump into the deep end, or get back onto the shore?
Jump in to the deep end.
"Trust me?" I asked, and she nodded, staring into my eyes, a soft flush covering her body.
"Sure?" I questioned once more, not believing that this beautiful creature would want to be with someone like me.
"Yes, Jess."
The sound of my name escaping from her lips caused me to twitch again, nudging her once more where it counted. Her lips parted slightly, waiting for my next action.
Like I was handling glass, my hands trailed to her back, slowly moving down to settle on her butt. I cupped it delicately, her teeth travelling to her lower lip again. My fingertips travelled, content in their home, and squeezed gently.
"Teach me," she whispered, and my head fell back against the couch.
"You don't know what you do to me when you say stuff like that," I chuckled slightly, and she smiled shyly, raising an eyebrow.
"I think I do."
"God, Rory…"
"I trust you. Please?"
My final resolve snapped, my body no longer able to hold back, and my hands travelled to her hips, my eyes burning into hers. I cleared my throat, not trusting my voice in the slightest.
"Move with me, 'kay?"
She nodded wordlessly,
her breath quickening slightly as I positioned myself so I was
against the spot that counted most for her. My strong hands began to
move her in a slow rhythm, grinding against me gently.
After a
few seconds, a whimper escaped from her lips
I watched her face intently, her expressions changing constantly as she experienced this new journey.
I'll take you there.
I tightened my grip on her slightly, quickening our pace. I was granite. I was volcanic.
Her grip tightened on my arms, holding herself steady as she allowed me to rock her hips back and forth.
"Jess…"
"Just let yourself go," I murmured, my eyes not leaving her face, enthralled at her expressiveness. Her innocent sexiness.
"Jess," she breathed again, tensing slightly under my grip.
"Rory," I rasped, my throat returning to its previous sandpaper state. I quickened her pace slightly, deepening the arc of her hips, watching, waiting.
She let out another whimper, delicate hands gripping my arms even tighter, as she trembled slightly.
"Yes…" I murmured, kissing her softly as her body surrendered.
Another tremble passed through her before it happened.
She whimpered, burying her head in the crook of my neck as her body shook, small mewls of pleasure escaping from her lips.
"Jess…" she cried, my fingertips stroking her hips gently as she rode out her orgasm.
