March 2013

"I love you," he says, and flinches, the words a tumbled rush of awkward in his mouth.

She freezes, eyes wide as she studies every line of his face before she looks away.

"Jeff, you don't have to tell me that just because you're jealous of Abed. We were just dancing."

She shifts to move away but Jeff snatches her face in both palms, the fierceness of the gesture startling her, and her mouth parts on a soft soundless gasp.

"No, that's not what I meant and you know it. You don't have to protect yourself from me anymore. I'm not going to take it back, I'm not going to say it was a mistake and I'm not going to forget. I'm in love with you, in case you hadn't noticed."

He watches the arch of her neck as she swallows, and her voice is a shred above a whisper as she says, "I…No one's ever said that to me before."

"Well, I've never said that to anyone before so we're even."

He's thankful he's gripping her face because he's pretty sure his hands would be shaking right now.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I feel like a nervous teenager hiding in the body of a ridiculously handsome thirty-six year old."

"Well, you are ridiculous."

She giggles, and the elation she must feel in that moment has her leaping forward to claim his lips, kisses greedy and all consuming, clawing at his clothes with frantic fingers like she just can't get enough.

Jeff finally tugs on those purple bows and loses himself in her.

Jeff stands beside her bed. Naked. Hard. Ready. He's momentarily dazed by the fact he's just told a woman that he loves her - for real this time, he actually means it - and he watches wide greedy eyes as Annie falls on her hands and knees on the mattress and –

Holy. Crap.

Hand drawn to his cock, Jeff strokes his shaft firmly a few times, stunned by the sight of Annie spread out on all fours, glancing back at him with a naughty glint in her eye. They've had sex like this before but it's the first time Annie's asking – begging – him for it and that knowledge alone pushes all thoughts aside and sends all the blood to his cock.

He bites down a growl as Annie nibbles her lip and arches her spine, the movement lifting her ass in the air; perfect globes of tempting flesh he just wants to taste, maybe bite a little. Jeff bends down to nuzzle the tiny indent at the base of her spine, licking it, blowing on it teasingly, grinning as Annie shivers.

She likes it when he does that.

He kisses lower and bites, gently nipping at one fleshy cheek – her skin tastes like soap - and holy shit he needs to fuck her hard, to feel that perfect ass bucking against him. He shifts behind her and pats the flesh still wet with his saliva before slapping it with a thwack. Annie cries out but there's nothing but pure sweet pleasure in the sound.

He does it again.

She fucking loves it.

It takes no effort to tug Annie to the edge of the bed, positioning her just the way he wants her; legs spread a little, her feet hitting either side of his knees. Jeff sweeps a palm up and down the arch of her spine, feeling every bump and press of the bones beneath her skin, loving the curve of her waist beneath his fingertips and how it dips just so.

"You are so beautiful."

His voice is raspy, breathless, and Annie moans low in the back of her throat as Jeff trails his hand over her ass, running his fingers between her legs to where she's hot and wet.

"Mmm. So wet for me."

"Jeff," she whimpers, moving restlessly against the rhythm of his fingers. "Enough with the foreplay. I want you inside me."

He grins because this is like every fantasy he's ever had, every ego boost. "Yeah?"

"Uh-huh," she grits out, still distracted by his hands, and nods for extra effect. "Ever since you watched me dance with Abed. I knew you were jealous."

"You like it when I get jealous?" He halts his soft strokes and she cries out impatiently.

"Yes, yes it turns me on." Her fingers curl and twist the bed sheets as she hums her frustration. "Jeff, now, please. I can't take it. I can't."

Jeff can't help the animalistic growl that bursts from him and he runs his cock along the length of her folds, barely teasing her with the tip, getting himself slick with her.

Annie cries out and bucks backwards, eager and restless. "Just fuck me already."

In one quick move he buries himself in her warmth and they both groan loudly at the pleasure, the absolute relief. Jeff reaches down to pull Annie off her hands so her back is flush against his chest. She whimpers pleadingly, and turns her head as if to question him, but he captures her lips in a lingering kiss that deepens messily, a mélange of hot breath and lips missing lips as she bucks and grinds against his cock with a fevered kind of impatience.

He nuzzles the rapid pulse in her neck as he softly caresses the weight of her breast, teasing the nipple until it's hard against his palm. Annie moans, reaching one hand behind her to grip his neck tightly while the other lands on top of his resting at her hip, and together they guide their movements between circular twists of hips and shallow thrusts.

It's not enough.

Jeff's heart thumps wild against her back and he can feel Annie tremble at their agonizingly slow pace and the angle he's hitting inside her. He's not deep but the position and the heat and their closeness is something else, something amazing.

"I need…"

His fingers slide slowly to tease her swollen clit as he whispers against her ear, "What? What do you need?"

Her head falls back against his shoulder, rolling side to side, a low throaty moan at the slow sweaty intensity building between them, like she's mindless with it. "I just need you to fuck me Jeff. Just…" She drops forward on all fours again. "Fuck me. Now."

Jeff growls at the sight and sound of her desperation for him and pinches the swell of her hips as he slams her tiny body into his, fucking her hard and deep, just as she asked. Annie fists the sheets and her ass jiggles as it meets his pelvis with every full thrust and soon there's nothing but the squeak of the mattress and a duet of grunts and groans and desperate gasps for air and fuck he's so close he can fucking taste it…

Swept away by the moment of being buried deep inside Annie, out of her mind with desire for him, Jeff loses all sense of rhythm as he tingles and tenses with pleasure, moaning wildly as he comes. "Annie, Annie, fuck!"

I love you…

"Oh god, Jeff, make me come…please."

He can barely focus on the sound of her frantic pleas for release as his whole body is wracked with endless waves of bliss as he plunges inside her, eyes clenched tight, head thrown back as he lurches through his climax. The ringing in his ears fades and he can hear the wetness as Annie desperately continues fucking his cock, searching for her own release. Shaking breathlessly, Jeff reaches down and one firm press of his finger against her clit has her clamping tightly around his now sensitive head, a high-pitched cry escaping her lips.

"Yes, like... Jeff…" Annie jerks and bucks wetly against him erratically to prolong the intensity of her orgasm.

She collapses first, crawling slowly to the far side of the bed and Jeff feels a weird instinctive sense of achievement at the sight of his come trickling out of her and down her thighs. He falls exhaustedly on the pillows, eyeing the ceiling trying to catch his breath. As his lungs steady, he glances over at Annie, already asleep, her face satisfied and shiny. He should be feeling exhilarated after being so thoroughly fucked but he can't shake the feeling that something isn't right.

"Join me in the shower?"

"I'm not the one who smells."

"True, but I need someone to wash my back… and my front. I'm hung-over. What if my delayed reactions cause me to slip and hit my head? It'd be your fault. Do you want that on your conscience, Annie? Do you?"

"Technically, it'd be your fault and that empty bottle of scotch on the counter but I suppose I could shower with you, if I must." Her fingers dance the line between his shoulder blades as he leads her to the bathroom. "Do you need me to undress you too?"

Under the florescent brightness of his bathroom light, Annie unzips Jeff's jeans and tugs them down his legs. He kicks them to one side.

"Okay, so you're undressed." Annie's eyes flash with seductive intent, and she fingers one of the buttons on her blouse. "Are you going to help me now?"

"Nope," Jeff says. "Too hung-over. Plus I think I should make you my slave for the day. Repayment for not telling me you loved me last night."

Annie stops playing with her blouse for a moment. "I didn't have to tell you I loved you, you know. I should be able to say it in my own time. You were just a baby about it."

He shrugs because yeah, maybe he did overreact a little but he's never going to tell Annie that.

"But think of the emotional torture I endured, Annie."

"Oh hush. We've been through this already. I got carried away and you did too, clearly, because I don't remember you stopping the sex, huh?"

Jeff rolls his head to one side. "Yeah, well, no man would if their girlfriend got on all fours and begged him to fuck her from behind."

She gasps and flushes red. "Jeff!"

"What? You did Annie, and it was fucking hot." His eyes close momentarily and he growls into a closed fist. "Shit, I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

Annie's eyes drop to his crotch and her mouth opens with a stuttered breath.

Jeff chuckles and treads closer. "That's right. It turns me on when you tell me what to do and how you like it. I get hard at you being all demanding."

"And formidable?"

"Oh, that too." Lips quirked, he feels a jolt of desire when he sees her eyes flash to his dick again, her bottom lip bitten enticingly and yeah, this conversation is over. "Take off your clothes," he says.

Annie holds his darkened gaze with one of her own as she unbuttons her blouse, removing her skirt and panties in one sweep before unhooking the front clasp of her bra. Her breasts drop slightly from their tight confinement and Jeff fingers the seam pattern imprinted red on the fleshy swell.

She trembles at his touch.

Pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, Jeff wastes no time lifting her into the bath and switching on the shower before he climbs inside. Annie shrieks "Jerk!" at the initial burst of cold water as it soaks her head, rivulets streaming down her shoulders and breasts, nipples hardening, goose-bumped flesh. She slicks her hair off her face with both hands and Jeff groans loudly at how it lifts her breasts high and tightens her stomach.

"Gorgeous," he whispers, satisfied by the quiver of her body that has nothing to do with the cold. "You know what else?"

"What?"

"You're mine and-" He trails his fingers up her sides, feeling her ribcage expand and contract beneath his large hands. "You make me happy."

Annie beams as she stretches up to kiss him, lips soft and teasing as the water heats around them. "I love you."

Jeff studies her beautiful face, the beads of water dusting pale skin and soft pink lips. "Say it again."

She smiles sweetly, murmuring "I. Love. You," low against his mouth.

The delicate kiss she places on the end of his nose is full of so much feeling that Jeff doesn't know what to do with himself except growl throatily, dazed by the uncontrollable need to be inside her, to stretch her out and leave his mark in some way. He seizes her lips and they twist and turn under the shower head for a while, hands and fingers seeking, stroking patterns and paths of warm wet skin. Their tongues tangle slowly, but soon their kisses grow hungry, feverish almost, and they both need more.

Jeff is pretty much ready to bend her over and fuck her against the shower wall, mainly because he's not sure how else they'd do it without injuring themselves in some way, but Annie has other plans, grabbing his shower gel instead and squeezing it into her palms. The air is citrusy as she builds a lather and soaps the hard planes of his heaving chest, biceps, the strong musculature of his back, the firm swell of his ass and around to his cock, now brushing against her stomach.

"Are you clean yet?"

Jeff swallows hard. "Not quite, but keep doing that."

"Like this?" Their gaze never breaks as she palms him softly, fingertips tracing the length and width of his shaft in a teasing touch so good but not good enough.

"More."

"How about this?" Her tongue licks and flicks against his nipple, grazing the nub with her teeth as she pumps him in her hand, and Jeff jerks and grunts at the mix of sensations; his hand leaving a white print on her skin reddened by the heat.

"Yeah, fuck…" His palm hits the wall with a wet slap. "Just like that."

Annie pushes him under the spray of water and their soapy skin slips and slides beneath fingers and palms, lips meeting wet lips. She's barely rinsed him of white soapy lather when Jeff presses her against the wall, running a flattened palm down the line of her torso to push his hand between her legs, fingers stroking a soft slow caress of her slick folds as the water sluices down her curves.

Head falling back against the tiles, Annie curls one leg up around his hip, the position spreading her wider to his touch. Jeff reaches for her thigh to steady her as he works her soft and hard with his fingers until she's desperately riding his hand, slipping a little with every grind.

"Jeff." Her voice is breathless, husky. "I want…"

"Me too, baby, me too."

Blood pumping hard, he lifts her high and her legs tighten around his waist, fingers braced against his shoulders. He lowers her body onto his cock, easing himself into her, hissing loudly as she immediately flexes around him.

The spray of water tingles and taps a wet beat against his back and they watch each other as they move together, matching thrust for thrust, flicking water with frantic hands. Every muscle in him tightens and throbs and the sensuality of pumping into Annie slowly consumes him, while the steam rises and the shower curtain slaps and sticks to their damp skin. He's never felt so close to someone as he does in this moment, watching Annie intently as her face contorts in pleasure and she loses herself to it.

"Faster Jeff, please…I love -"

She shrieks in surprise as he shifts closer, pressing her body fully against the cold tiles, one hand landing flat against the wall for extra leverage as he grinds his pelvis against her pubic bone a little harder. Their height difference is proving a little difficult now but Annie still shudders and moans, her breasts heaving deliciously as she rides him, strands of hair sticking chaotically to her face and the wall behind her.

"Fuck," he grits out. "I love you."

She seizes his lips in a frenzied kiss and soon they're a mass of slick skin slipping and sliding, frenetic thrusts against wet tiles and cries of pleasure with every desperate gasp of air in the steamy enclosure. Annie convulses around him until he comes too, his climax hastened by the sounds of her cries echoing off the bathroom tiles and the score of her nails biting into his shoulder blades, like she just can't get enough. She clings to him limply, dusting his neck with soft kisses as they both ease down from their orgasms.

Jeff shakes with exertion, legs wobbly, arms weak, but he doesn't want to let her go yet. He eases himself down into the bath with Annie managing to straddle his lap. There's a moment before their lips meet when she looks him in the eye and he could kick himself for ever thinking that she didn't love him.

Sometimes, he's an idiot.

He grins widely, satisfied and content, and wraps his arms around Annie as she sinks into his embrace, her cheek resting against his chest, his smooth on top of her head.

Closing his eyes close, Jeff loses himself to the rhythm of their hearts still racing, surrounded by spraying water and rising steam.

Jeff rolls over, covering her body with his own, but then Annie's stomach rumbles loudly, breaking the silent spell, and they both laugh.

"You see, this is what happens when you jump me as soon as I come in the door, we don't get to eat dinner and now I'm starving. I demand you take me to Denny's."

Jeff rolls back onto his side and palms her stomach softly. "I don't know. Going to Denny's kind of interferes with my whole 'spend two days naked' plan."

Annie sits up in bed, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Okay, compromise. Take me to Denny's for breakfast and I won't wear a single item of clothing for the rest of the day in this apartment. Deal?"

Jeff smiles wickedly and tugs the sheet away, watching the slow reveal of pale flesh and the hungry look in Annie's eye that has nothing to do with food.

"Deal."

Jeff has barely snatched the sheet from her body when Annie pounces, her knees landing either side of his body as she straddles him. She strokes his chest with flattened palms, grazing his nipples the way she knows he likes, and Jeff smiles, hungrily eyeing her pert breasts from his holy shit amazing angle beneath her.

"Let's make this quick."

Jeff's eyes widen in surprise as he huffs out a laugh. "Gee. Thanks. I feel so wanted, Annie."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just hungry. You see, last night I was supposed to make dinner for my boyfriend but he just wouldn't leave me alone and pretty soon I was distracted by these..." She traces a path across his muscled abs, "And this," leaning forward to swipe her finger across his mouth, "But mostly this," and reaches behind to where his cock is hard against her ass and squeezes it insistently.

"I can see how hard that must be for you."

She strokes him slowly, intently, exploring his erection pretty thoroughly, just like she does with everything else. "Oh you have no idea. So very hard…"

"Fuuuck…" he grits out, and really has to focus on his words. "So what you're really saying is you'd rather be eating pancakes right now than having sex with me?"

Annie inhales deeply, the movement lifting her breasts in the most delectable way and fuck fuck fuck he just wants to suck them into his mouth already, maybe tug on her nipples with his teeth, get them long and hard and a little red.

"Typical lawyer, twisting my words," she says, and her hands tighten around his shaft, her thumb smoothing over the already wet tip before she pumps him hard. "What I'm saying is I want you to fuck me, quickly, and then take me to breakfast."

Jeff growls low in his throat, his hips thrusting up reflexively but much to his disappointment Annie releases his cock to press forward, whispering against his mouth, "I'm greedy. I want my cake and I want to eat it. I want it all."

"All, huh?" He kisses her once, twice, three times.

"All." She licks the outline of his mouth with the tip of her tongue, sucking his lower lip into her mouth before releasing it with a pop. "Are you going to give me what I want?"

Fuck yes. "No."

She frowns. "No?"

"You have to take it yourself." Take it, fucking take it already.

He watches Annie consider her options, the air in the room shrivelling – sealing them in a soundless vacuum where nothing else exists but Annie, sucking her fingers into her mouth, wetting them with saliva before she trails her stomach down to the heat between her legs.

Sometimes, she doesn't realize what she does to him.

She's so wet he can hear the sound of her against her own fingers, her arousal slippery against his stomach as she moves. The blood roars in his ears. Jeff is so entranced by the sight of his girlfriend pleasuring herself on top of him – the light sway of her breasts as she rocks back and forth against her own hand, the breathy moans escaping tongue moistened lips – that it takes him a moment to realize the intentions of her suddenly shifting, lifting herself up. It's only at the feel of her small hand wrapped firmly around his cock that he thinks fuck yes fuck as she guides him inside.

His eyes flit to her face just as she sinks onto him fully, slowly, and he watches every bite of her lips as her tight wet walls swallow his dick. Jeff moans at the sensation and worships her thighs with his hands, stroking and kneading, fingertips soft as she starts to move.

Palms flat against his chest, her rhythm is tentative at first but it doesn't take long until the burn between them builds and their hips rock to the same rapid rhythm, her breasts bouncing deliciously as she rides him hard.

Jeff feels like an instrument for her pleasure as she shamelessly fucks herself on his cock but he doesn't care because the sight of Annie writhing mindlessly, head thrown back in ecstasy, is the best fucking thing he's ever seen.

Their gazes meet intently the second Annie quickens her pace, every hard thrust forcing him deeper, building a delicious friction of heat and sweat. "Do you like it when I ride you?"

"Yes – fucking yes." He reaches up to cradle her bouncing breasts, holding both nipples in a tight pinch and jerking as her folds clench around his cock with the sensation.

At the sound of her broken gasps Jeff seizes control. Gripping Annie's ass tightly he forces her down as he thrusts up, hard and fast, rolling her hips back and forth with a sense of urgency he rarely feels, her clit rubbing his pubic bone with every vigorous slap. He can feel the moment she breaks around him, when the pleasure grows too intense, and soon she's convulsing madly, shuddering and sobbing as she comes, hands scraping at his chest. Jeff is milked into his release by her wetness and the look of intense pleasure on Annie's face and the fact that he's done that – he's fucked her senseless. He cries out, fingers bruising into her flesh as he eventually goes limp with release.

Annie collapses on top of him, her cheek plastered to his sweaty chest. His hands trawl down her damp spine and back up to move the hair stuck to her neck, fingers twining through the strands. It's some time before the sound of the traffic outside filters through.

"So…" Jeff starts on a heavy breath. "Denny's?"

She nods, though it's a little weak. "Just as soon as I can feel my legs."