Chapter 3: Acknowledgement
Jughead didn't know what possessed him but after seeing her smirk something in him snapped and his actions that followed was driven on pure primal instincts. Before he could reign in his emotions he had Betty flushed against him and was dominating her mouth in the most passionate kiss they'd ever shared.
He silently thanked whatever force it was that made him stop long enough to apologize to her for his caveman like behaviour; an unnecessary one it was though as she rebuffed his apology by grabbing a handful of his jacket; dragged him back against her and sealed their lips again, this time taking control of the kiss, this time she was the one to suck his bottom lip into her mouth, she was the one nibbling and soothing.
He was ecstatic than she seemed to have wanted this type of intimacy as much as he did, it made him giddy with excitement. An elation he showed by slanting his mouth against her; deepening the kiss as her lips part to accept his wondering tongue. The action drew a whimper from Betty forcing him to hold back a groan. The enthusiasm and intensity of their kiss robbed his awareness and he only realized their location when the back of his knees hit the edge of Betty's bed. His lips lost contact with hers for only a fraction of a second as he sat taking her with him; triggering her to straddle his hips. He could feel the heat from her centre through her jeans and she captures his moan with one of her own as she grounded her hips into him; his hardness pressing against her in the most gratifying way.
Their need for oxygen forces her to leave his mouth and she cursed the lost but was quickly abated when his lips latched onto the spot where her neck met her shoulder, she keened at the sensations that went rippling through her. It was a feeling that was new to her and the thought of newness reminded her of how virginal she was but before nerves could diminish her desire, Jughead capturing one mound of her full breast and expertly running his thumb over the hardened peak made her bold again, bold enough not to care about the desperate moan that left her throat, bold enough not to care about how wanton she seemed pushing herself into his hand seeking more, bold enough to reach behind her and undo the hooks to let the lacy pastel pink material fall away.
He reeled at the sight of her perfectly rounded breasts as the taut rosy nipples beckoned to be tasted and tasted he did, inciting the most delicious moans and whimpers from a writhing Betty. Her hands grasp at the hem of his sweater forcing him to stop the sweet assault on her wanting body so that he could discard the offending material. He was about to return to his earlier ministrations when she got of his lap making him look up at her inquiringly but he immediately got the answer he sought when she locked eyes with him; bit into her full bottom lip; unfasten the button to her jeans and hook her fingers into the waist.
He watched in awe as she slowly push the material down; revealing lacy panties matching to that of her bra. He grew harder watching her revealed inch after inch of smooth creamy thighs. He could see how turned own she was by the dampness that darkened the material at the junction of her thighs and his mouth watered. His mind created images of his head between her thighs; tasting her; licking her dry and he groaned like a wounded animal. Betty shocked him out of his lust driven haze by taking his hand and pulling him to stand whilst wearing a wicked smirk.
She sighed appreciatively as she admired his naked torso and his ego along with another part of his anatomy swelled to infinitesimal proportions but his undoing nearly came when she hooked a finger in the waist of his jeans and boxers then whispered in the most sinful voice; your turn.
The look on his face must have been one of bewilderment because Betty voiced her consent in the most beautiful sensual way he could ever imagined it. I want you Juggie, all of you, I want to share this with you, just as much as you want to share yourself with me. I want to know what you feel like inside me, you and no one else.
He did not know it but her consent and confession seem to be what he was waiting for because her words spurred him to pull her face to his; embracing her lips in a soul consuming kiss. It was slow and sensual, not torrid as their previous ones so far but all that changed when Betty hand found its way into his hair knocking his signature beanie off as she grabbed a fistful of his dark locks, his eyes practically rolled back into his head at the sensation it caused. She took advantage of the gasp it prompted and sucked his tongue into her mouth. It sent him into a lust induced frenzy and before he could dictate his actions, he'd already picked her up, encouraged her legs to fall around his hips and had her pinned beneath him on her bed. His body moved off its own accord, as if it was something he had done numerous times. He had her a squirming, mewling mess as he networked open mouth kisses to every inch of skin he could reach.
His lips only stopped their assault when he reached the waist of her panties; he rose up on his knees as he worked them down legs, leaving her completely bare to him and he thought it only fair to even the playing field when a blush spread across her cheeks. It was her turn to watch him strip and he couldn't help another ego trip when her eyes widen at the sight of his length. He returned to the welcomed position between her legs; he returned to ravishing her mouth as his fingers stopped to tweak her nipples then journeyed to her wet heat. He found her slick with desire; a desire that awed him; one that he wanted to explore. His thumb brushed against her bud and a tortured sigh left her lips as she ground up into his hand in search of more and more he gave.
She didn't care about how wanton she seemed, his every touch was adding kindle to her ferociously lit fire and she wanted him more than she ever wanted anything. His fingers were buried deep inside her; his thumb pressing tight circles onto her clit causing her legs to tremble as coils of sinful pleasure twisted in her gut on the brink of unravelling with the slightest touch. His lips leave the spot he was marking on her neck to capture a straining nipple and she falls apart.
He see and feels what he has done to her and it makes him impossibly hard and leaking. He almost finishes when she reached down; wrapped her hand around him stroking him before she tugged his length to press against her entrance.
Every fibre of his being wanted to plunge into her but he thanked god for the rational part of his mind that remained and he paused long enough to ask are you sure and waited long enough to hear her reply of I've never been more sure of anything, now make me yours Jug. He thanked God again when she answered a question he didn't remember to ask: I'm on the pill and I trust you Jug, now please, don't make me wait any longer. She rotated her hips into his impatiently and he was burning again; he needed to be one with her.
He guided himself into her wet heat as slowly as he could muster; afraid of hurting her but she nodded her head indicating for him to continue when he met resistance. He filled her and waited with gritted teeth; waited for her to loosen the grip her teeth had on her bottom lip; waited for her to press her hand to his lower back and grind up into him, making him know that it was ok to move and he did; at a slow pace until her discomforted whimpers turned in chorus of yes's and oh gods and pleas for him to go faster and he did but she wanted more and when she grabbed his neck; pull his face to her; look him dead the eyes and growled harder jug please, I can take it. He snapped, Betty Cooper, the perfect girl next door was practically begging him to fuck her and who was he to deny her.
Watching him above her was all sorts of maddening, the way he moved, the way he felt inside her was heavenly. She wanted more and she pleaded for him to give her more but what he gave wasn't enough. She knew he was holding back to spare her. She knew he had more to him. The way he had looked at her over the past week told her that he wanted to do more to her than he was doing right now and she wanted it; she wanted to see what his fantasies were made of. Betty's inhibitions were lowered the second he marched up to her and consumed her mouth in the most delicious kissed they'd ever shared so it didn't take much mental persuasion for her to tell him exactly what she wanted, she commanded him to go harder and he snapped. Jughead sealed his lips to her; invading her mouth and enticing her tongue to battle his before he pulled away, raising up on his knees; taking her hips with him, hip grasp firm enough to leave marks and he slams into her. Her back arches off the bed and she mewls as her fingers found purchase in the damp sheets below her. He drives into her over and over until she became a moaning, writhing, trembling mess.
He watched her and what he was doing to her and it was the most beautiful thing he has ever laid eyes on, as if her tight walls and undulating her hips wasn't enough, the sight of Betty enjoying him pulls him right to the edge but he refused to finish without her. They are both desperate for the ultimate release and their actions spoke to it. His thrusts became impossibly deeper hitting a spot inside her that made her flutter against him; another thrust and she clamped down around him; her back bows off the bed; his name a reverent prayer falling form her lips and he could not hold on if he wanted to. No, he lets go; her name a strangled growl escaping his throat.
Jughead falls against her, inconsiderate to the thought that he might be crushing her as she held onto him; heavy breaths and small shocks rocking both of them as they come down from the ultimate rapture.
Its later when he's holding her to his side; her head laid over his heart; their breathing returned to normal and the euphoria has waned did Betty remember why Jughead entered her room in the first place and she looks up at him; a lazy smiled gracing his lips, a smile that turned into a grin when she whispered Happy birthday Juggie. Their eyes remained on each other's, holding words that both of them was sure held the meaning of how they felt towards the other but no words came, just smiles that says I know.
After shy glances, small giggles, slight lingering touches and small kisses, they managed to get cleaned up, dressed and ready to leave the house for their movie date, something Betty persuaded Jughead to still do after he argued he found a better birthday tradition but she appeased him; promising that he could have both things as tradition, the new found one even without special occasions and that was all it took.
They fell into a new comfort with each other, so contented that Betty did not feel the need to filter her words when he questioned her taste in movies. He has seen hers and she him, so when she replied that she was all about the beast within all he could do was muster a smile, while he silently mused that they should leave early; find a place for them to be alone and show her how much more of a beast he could be.
END ;)
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For everyone else I hope this is somewhat a satisfying read.