MATURE CONTENT WARNING! This chapter is rated M for subject matter...
I'm not a guy so writing it from Miz's POV was difficult but it had to be from his perspective lol ;p
Wednesday, June 11: Orlando, Florida - Paige's apartment
(Late afternoon/Nighttime)
Paige's POV
I quickly unlock the door, swinging it open to see an empty abode. Everything is exactly how I left it, mess and all. The air smells of comfort and familiarity. I drop my bags onto the floor. From behind, Miz lifts me up in a hug-type hold then sets me back down. I can't help but laugh. I hear the door shut as I turn to face him. Falling into his sturdy body, he catches me. That crazy giddy grin will stay plastered on my face for as long as he's around. Looking into his eyes, the ocean blue blends so well. I can nearly see my reflection in the water. He puckers his lips as I lunge to meet them.
We part and move the bags to a convenient area where there's less clutter. In my apartment, that's difficult to do.
"So this is your living space, huh?" He asks, looking around.
"Yeah. It's not much but it does the job. Not like your crazy big house, ya know."
"No it's not, but I'd rather be here so it's okay." He gives a wink.
"Awww, you're so cute!" I pinch both of his cheeks as he smiles.
Miz has been increasingly flirtatious in the past few days. Everything he says always ends up making me feel like an excited child. It's such a weird contrast he makes me go through—one minute: I'm a woman with a thirst for lust, the next: I'm jumping around like a 10 year-old. I guess that's just the teenager in me, which really hasn't had time to make an appearance until now.
We decide to get situated—I change into more comfortable clothing, and he does the same. Afterwards I notice him already spread out on the couch, on his phone, and has made himself at home.
"Really? I'm less interesting than your phone?" I mockingly repeat what he said to me back in Green Bay.
He glances up then proceeds by stuffing the device into his cargo shorts pocket, "Of course not, babe. Come here."
I gladly make my way over and plop right against his body. His arm drapes over my right shoulder. Every part of his presence makes me melt.
"So, what did you wanna do tonight?" Miz asks.
"Guest's choice. I'm up for anything."
"Yeah? How about we grab some dinner and then do stuff..." His obvious emphasis automatically gets me to giggle.
"Well, I'm not really hungry at the moment so I guess we can just skip to the stuff..." I look to him and raise an eyebrow.
We burst in laughter. It's hard to take him seriously with intimacy when I know neither of us are truly in the mood.
He pulls me in tighter, "No, we can grab food later. I think this right now is perfect."
This is one of the first times I'm able to relax in a while. Being busy on the road makes me new to this sitting, doing nothing. Except this time, I'm not dreading it. Time alone with him is precious to me.
"I guess I'll just have to tell you this before it becomes a surprise..." he says.
"What is it?"
"I have to fly to Los Angeles tomorrow."
My curiosity quickly turns into disappointment.
Miz continues, "Maryse texted me last night and I feel like I have to meet her face to face to handle this."
"But... So you're gonna miss my NXT appearance?" I slowly ask.
He breathes out, "I'm sorry, babe. It just has to be done."
"Do you want me there again?"
"It's okay. You have to stay here for NXT. It's between me and Maryse. I have to do this on my own."
The strain in his expression gives it all away. Though I understand, I don't like the idea of him leaving when he just got here. I lace my fingers with his and squeeze his hand. "How about Friday? Are you gonna make another flight back?"
"In a heartbeat, especially knowing that you're waiting for me. Then we can have that entire day."
I smile at the notion, "Okay then, it's a date."
"Just like this right? We have this whole night too."
"Yeah, just like this," I give him a kiss on the cheek.
Hopefully, Miz's talk with Maryse will act as a form of closure for the both of them. I'm not at all worried about it, just as long as he's able to come back to me. He needs to do this on his own, to finally close this issue. I put trust in him that he can do it.
Miz's POV
With that off my chest, I'm glad Paige didn't freak out about me flying back to my wife (which I'm currently separated from). I feel more at ease knowing she'll be there waiting when I get back.
But for the hours being, this time belongs to us only. I could sit here with her forever, not needing anything else...
A couple seconds of silence pass before I make a move. Anxiety swells up in my chest. My left hand reaches to tilt her head towards mine. I lean in for a deep kiss that even sends chills up my own spine. I need this before I leave. I need her touch.
Not stopping there, I continue to maneuver my jaw forward. She doesn't stop me but I can tell she's still new to the movements, hesitating with a slight rigidity. What can I say? I'm pretty advanced in the art of a makeout session. I'll proudly put on some lip locks that she'll have to tap out to. I capture her top and bottom lip, one at a time. The softness of her mouth is inevitably enticing. She makes a gasp-like sound which increases the mood even more. Not parting, I feel Paige's body move as I keep my eyes closed. Her legs end up over mine as she's now straddling my torso. I comfortably relax into the couch as her weight sinks me into the cushion. I grab behind her ear and resume the kissing. One hand is resting on a bare thigh, as her boy-shorts provide the appropriate length.
The smacking sounds get louder as our lips get wetter. I lean my chest away from the couch to sit up straight and support her body. Trailing down Paige's jaw to kiss her neck, her arms wrap around my shoulders as she throws her head back. I grab a handful of silk hair. I can feel the vibration in her throat as she lets out a moan. The other hand slowly makes its way up her tank top. Each finger graces the skin of her toned back. The warmth of her body on mine is unbearable. Ecstasy is radiating from my bones down to the toes. I grip her even closer which forces her to be right against me. I'm trying to get as much of the passion out as I can. The muscles in my neck are working their hardest. I return to her lips as my head surges. I haven't felt this kind of energy in so long, forgot how damn good it feels when it's with a person you can't get enough of.
Her hand tugs at my shirt. Without a moment's hesitation, she assists in slipping it off and over. In that split second I open my eyes to watch her, the tone on Paige's face is heavily drowned in desire—just as I've been this entire time. Controlling my hunger for so long can only lead to a an all-out feast...
I can feel myself perspire in the heat being generated, mostly which is coming from my lower body.
"Where's your room?" I say, aggressively.
Paige lets up from my lap and grabs my arms, "This way."
We head down a small hall and enter the square space. The bed is open, free of any clutter to stop us from falling onto the mattress. And so we do. I gently collide on top of her, connecting mouths once again. I pull the tank top fabric up to her chest as I help in throwing it on the floor. Now it's just our bodies, skin on skin. The way her stomach contracts under mine becomes a near breaking point. One of her hands is on my back as the other is pulling my head to hers.
I part away for a few seconds to take off my cargo shorts. I grab the condom I always keep from a pocket, then throw them where her black top is. She slips out of her shorts in the same manner. Now there's just one layer left to get through.
Like I said before, rushing this would be a giant mistake. It's really up to Paige because the last thing I'd want is to force her to do this. I stop myself before I go any further, "Wait...are you sure, Raya?"
She gulps and nods so subtly.
"Is this your first time?"
She gives the same nod. Her brown eyes are glazed in hunger, craving lust. The beauty in her petite face is enough for me to break. She wants it all, and I'm going to give it to her.
I plant a soft kiss, "It's gonna hurt...but I'll be careful."
"I trust you..."
We take off the clothing covering our lower bodies. After putting on the protection, I lay on top of her frame. Each muscle contracted in anticipation. Staring straight into her eyes, I gently enter her. The way she feels around me renders my senses nearly motionless. She winces loudly.
"Breathe...relax," I whisper.
As I search the expression on her face, she's trying to feel through the pain. Her eyebrows furrow as she bites her lip. I begin to move back and forth, our hips coming into contact in each sway. I'm keeping my abdomen tense as the euphoric sensation floods the bloodstream. It's making me intensify the pace. When I go slightly faster, she moans in surprise. The strain in her neck shows the discomfort as she's turning a light pink. I push a hand on her flat stomach, "It's okay babe, I'm right here." She licks her lips then nods again, "Faster...I can handle it."
With that, I follow command. As Paige starts, the passion in me bursts through every vein. The bed creaks and rocks but I could care less. Her arms go under to my back where her nails dig and claw the skin. The sharp infliction from the scratches drives my entire body. Her warm face is applying pressure to the side of mine. When she tries not to make a sound but breathes out a gasp into my ear, it entices me even more. Heat and fire transcend within my blood. I return to a resistant pace, allowing her to take in each rough movement. I want to make sure she knows that this means so much more than her first time. This means our souls are united—we're one. I love her so much...
She's about to climax. I can feel her mouth go open. I prepare myself because I'm just as close as she is...
Her body tenses as she grips my chest close. Her strong legs close in around my hips, lower spine arching. It burns. She throws her head back with one last defiant moan, then we release with that final surge of ecstasy ...
In that moment of bliss, I let myself go. I let the problems swirling in my mind go in a place so distant that it allowed me to just disappear into her. My entire body is so vulnerable from the pleasure. This is what I've been wanting since the moment I met her—not sex, but a union of ourselves. Our connection is as powerful and undeniable as ever.
I fall on top of her damp skin, "I love you, Saraya..." I breathe while I whisper into her ear.
"I love you too..."
We stay there for a moment and revel in the silence, listening to each other's breath. I give her one last lingering kiss on the moist lips before collapsing to her side.
With Paige, it doesn't compare to any other time. I've never felt this strongly about anyone in my entire life. This is what love should be every minute of every day. I couldn't be any happier with her and justifies the reason my life took its head over heels flip.
I smile. Then my eyelids calmly drop and I'm off into a deep sleep...
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