It was a cold, autumn night in LA. The thermometer never goes too low in the city, but the overcast, moonless sky lent a certain character to the city, made it that much more hostile. They are climbing the floors up a high-rise downtown, where the conscientious man kept his home.
With every ding of the elevator passing from floor to floor, Jamie Last swears the hands holding her get stronger, needier. She cannot help but melt into the touch of them, pressing herself against the warmth of man that makes her heart beat uncontrollably, much like it is now.
The softness of his lips against her own, the way his warm hands held her, it all makes her lose her mind. One soft hand wrap around her waist keeping her close to him and the other is tangled in her hair, the ghostly brush of his soft grey locks tickling her face with each press of his lips against her own.
It was all so addicting.
The elevator chimes, but she can barely hear the swoosh of the doors opening when Jamie is so focused on Baxter and him alone. She could not hold back the whimper of protest when his lips part from hers and the cold air from outside the space they heated with their desire for one another floods in and cools the atmosphere around them.
It does little to cool the burning heat building within her, though. It makes her press her thighs together in hope for some kind of friction on her aching core. She hopes he does not notice the desperate action, but, then again, would it be so bad if he had? They had not made that far into their relationship, even back when they had just an inconsequential summer fling. It was never more than over the clothes touches and steamy kisses, talk and preliminaries.
She wanted it, she wanted him. She had thirsted for so long now and, if the way he held her was basis for concluding anything, she knows that he wants her too.
Wordlessly, with a soft smile and gleaming brown eyes, Baxter untangles his long fingers from her hair and, with his arm still around her waist, he guides Jamie out of the elevator and towards his apartment.
Her nerves build quickly with each step she takes in the permeating silence between them. It is not awkward or uncomfortable, not at all, but something unspoken clearly lingers in the quiet. The anticipation of what may unfold if she voices her desires, finally speak those words neither of them have been able to voice, wraps around them like silk and she wants to be lost in it.
With nervous and slightly shaking fingers, Baxter reaches into his pocket for his keys. His trousers seem impossibly long, as he places one of his hands inside for what feels an eternity, trying to find the elusive object, to the point he almost thinks that he must have misplaced them.
He does not know why he is so nervous. It is not as if this is his first time doing such a thing, it is not. Certainly not. Not with a woman, nor with a man. Yet, it feels so very different, it is daunting and nerve-wracking. He is not sure how he should behave in this situation, he feels lost and scared, but so, so excited. There is only one thought in his mind, and it is the most debasing he has ever felt.
He unlocks the door slowly as Jamie musters up the courage to take this step, to tell him she wants him. Surely, he wants her too, right? Before she can spiral into her thoughts of how he actually may not want what she does, the words come out, quiet and sweet but with not so innocent intentions.
"Do... Do you want to spend the night?" He asks.
He had brought her along on the promise of a brew of coffee that he had purchased from Colombia that was absolutely a must, but that is a lie. He had no coffee at home, not even Folgers, after he drank the last of it that morning. He just wanted an excuse, something to keep this night going on, and that was the first thing that popped into his mind, just like she invited him in after that show date they had together at the jazz bar, on that fateful summer of theirs.
She nodded slowly, letting out, "Yeah. I'd love to."
A blur of brown eyes widening and cheeks flushed bright red flashes before her breath is once again stolen by Baxter and his irresistible lips. His answer is muffled by kisses but they tell her enough and as the door to his place swings open and they step inside, they do not part even an inch.
He guides his girlfriend through the entryway and into the living room until the back of his legs hit the couch and he sits down, her legs moving to effortlessly straddle him. He tries to keep her against him in a place she will not feel his hardening cock, a bit clumsy and naïve but steady nonetheless as he moves her and guides her by her hips. Once he knows she is sitting comfortably, his tongue swipes against her bottom lip, his hold on her tightening when her jaw slackens and she lets him in without resistance.
His touch was always warm but, right now, it feels like it is searing through her clothes and onto her bare skin as his tongue dances along hers, giving and taking at the pace she sets, taking in every little noise and movement she makes, adjusting his own movements to what she likes and what makes her writhe the most. Every moment leaves she breathless and needy, wishing she could grind on him but also not wanting to step over any boundary.
Jamie knows she will not get anywhere unless she comes out and ask for it, knowing he is likely thinking the same things.
"Baxter…" She breathlessly whispers against his glossy lips.
She pulls away slightly from him, diving back and burying her face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide her embarrassed state. His collar is messy thanks to her hands loosening his tie, roaming around his neck and into his hair during their make out. A good thing, too, since it gives her a little spot of exposed skin to kiss gently.
"Will... Will you touch me?" The woman asks, sweetly.
Saving herself the embarrassment of asking Baxter straight up to touch her pussy, she tightens her legs around him in hopes he will understand where exactly she wants him to touch. His hands on her still, his chest rising and falling against her own in quick and deep breaths. She can see the flushing red of his skin and the bob of his Adam's apple from where she hides.
After a moment of hesitation, when he finally replies, his words do not seem uneasy. "Are you sure?"
She nods and, to put emphasis on how badly she wanted and needed him to touch her, she does not mind begging. "Please..."
It sounds so desperate as the word slips past her lips but, at this point, Jamie cannot find it in herself to feel sheepishly about it. She is as desperate for him as she sounded, if not more so.
His touch was soft and gingery as his fingers traced the exposed skin below the hem of her dress and slowly worked their way up her thighs. She is thankful to have worn a flowy and comfortable dress on their date tonight. The pace he sets to even get to her aching sex was so slow it left she flaring with heat and her legs shaking in anticipation.
She had yet to bring herself from where she hid against his neck but, as nimble fingers found the edge of her lace panties, he called her name. As if his voice commanded her sweetly, she lifted her face to meet him.
"Please…" She begs once more, placing her forehead on his, taking in the scent of his shampoo and cologne that makes her melt into him even more. "I've wanted you for so long."
Her quiet admission sends his heart racing and washes away the hesitance he felt. She never failed to leave him at a loss for words when she voiced her want for him, be it sexually-inclined in nature or not, and he would not deny her, he could not.
Baxter wanted her just as badly, even if he did not speak up, if he had not asked for her like she had with him. Though this has him thinking that, maybe, it would not be so bad to be bolder with her in this way. Once again, he is reminded that his girlfriend is a kind, open and giving woman, and that her almost annoying reminders of how he can just tell her what he wants are not unwarranted. In fact, he ought to listen to them more often.
With the skirt of her dress hiding his hands, he moves again and a muffled groan of her name rumbles his chest when his fingers touch the dampness of her panties, feeling just how wet she is from his kisses alone. He has barely touched her, but this little feeling of her and the near silent whisper she lets out has his mind clouding with desire and love.
Pushing her panties to the side, the tips of his fingers brush against her folds in the process and, to hide the noises Jamie is making at such small touches, she brings her lips back to his, holding his face in both of her hands when each deep press of their lips.
Unhurriedly, his fingers glide up and down her now exposed cunt, her juices coating his digits with every motion against her folds until, experimentally, one of his slick covered fingers sinks into her tight walls and they both let out muffled sensual moans at the feeling. Her lips part from his when he cannot help but call her name again and, when she looks down at him, she swears that she could cum from the sight alone.
She has seen his cheeks flushed with colour before. He might be devoid of shame, but there is a cheat code that she is familiarised with and, as it turns out, he was an easily flustered man if one knows how to do it. This, however…
He looked unlike any version of Baxter she had seen before and it had her hoping that she would get to see more of him in such a state. Even in the dim evening light of his apartment, the only lights being the view of the city coming from the balcony, she could see the hints of pink dusting his cheeks and his ears. The colour made the bronze hue of his eyes even more striking and she does not miss the way they flashed like lightning when he inserted another finger and began to pump them in and out of her.
He took in every reaction Jamie made, not missing a single one to ensure he could figure out what made her feel the best and what he could keep doing until she saw stars. Each lovely face of pleasure she gave him was captured in his mind and he was driven to give her even more, to let him see even more of her in a way only he could now that she is his.
She felt so good around his fingers, her velvety walls and her lust-filled visage making him completely forget about his own bulge in his pants. He thought he might lose it when her cunt began to contract against his digits not long after he started, pulling them in deeper as he moved, curling them and pressing against the spot that had she making sweet noises he would not soon forget.
The young woman had her eyes closed, she finds herself unable to catch her breath and her head leans back in pleasure. She is so close to release, even though she does not want this to stop, she has waited for this for so long, she could not possibly try to hold back.
Suddenly, she feels a pressure on her chest, soft dark grey hair sticking to her sweat-beaded skin as he picks up the pace, kissing her collarbone with the same fever as his digits thrusting into her and she begins to gush around his fingers.
"Jamie..." He whispers against her as he works her through her orgasm, his breath feeling cold against her burning skin. "You are so unbelievably beautiful..."
If she was not already blushing, Jamie certainly is now. When she comes back to meet his gaze, it only makes it worse. She sees a hunger that she has never seen in him before, though it does resemble the fire in his eyes when he is presented with especially difficult or engaging requests of his services. A look she loved to see on him, that reminded her that he was alive, that he could be challenged and his cool exterior could be cracked.
Before she can say anything, offer to pleasure Baxter in return, she is being moved, his fingers lingering over her sex as his other hand guides her to lay on the sofa with him between her legs, his already tall figure now towering over she. Her heart thumps, she can hear it loud and unsteady in her ears, at the dominance he begins to show when he loosens his tie even more and his eyes roam over her, twinkling with a promise she does not know the intentions of, his shyness from before his nowhere to be found despite how flushed he is.
She whines his name when both of his hands get lost under her dress and she feels her panties being removed, the cold wetness of them and his warm fingers brushing against her inner leg leaving goosebumps in their wake. As if to give her some privacy in this matter, he keeps her dress covering her lower half even as his fingers sink back into her pussy and draws orgasm after orgasm out of her, her essence coating his fingers and palm even more with each release.
Baxter is drunk on the way Jamie moans his name at his ministrations, the way she lifts her hips for more, how lovely she looks at the feeling of being stuffed with such pretty fingers that he certainly cannot find it in him to stop.
Only when his lovely girlfriend is spent, overly-stimulated, legs shaking and with tears pricking her eyes, he stops and removes his fingers from her. Even though she is not sure she could take much more, she still whines at the loss of him. His heart pounds at the thought of tasting the stickiness on his fingers and even though he knows how lewd it is, he puts them into his mouth and relishes in the taste of her.
"Fuck, Baxter." She lets out, in a half-moan, half-laughter.
Jamie is on the verge of losing her mind, being so fucked out and then seeing him do that. It is not what she expected from him but it, undoubtedly, has her legs squeezing together no matter how sensitive she is feeling. With unsteady limbs she tries to sit up, her arms not holding her very well.
However, before she could even possibly hurt herself trying to get to him, he is kneeling on the floor by her side and gathering her in his arms.
"Wait, let... Let me return the favour." She stammers out.
As hard as he is and as much as he would love to see her taking his cock in her mouth or sinking it into her abused pussy, Baxter shakes his head and chuckles as he makes his way to his bedroom. He knows when she is too spent to carry on, he has seen it during the Adam wedding and at their summer together. While this is different, the signs of her exhaustion were still the same to his ever-attentive gaze.
"Not tonight." He whispers before placing a tender kiss on her forehead and settling her into the plush duvet on his bed. "I'm afraid I may have gone a little overboard."
"It's okay." She assures him with a cheeky smile that has his eyes avoiding hers and him clearing his throat before he continues.
"Let's rest, Jamie. We'll have plenty of time for more another day." He says, and she hears the honesty, the smile in his words.
She pouts before she is interrupted by a yawn that she had tried to suppress but could not. Between a working day and their dinner together, being in bed and having had many orgasms, she is finding it hard to keep her eyes open, the adrenaline of it all finally coming to an end even if she did not want it to.
Baxter only chuckles and shakes his head yet again, helping Jamie prepare for bed before she falls asleep quickly nestled in the warm comfort of his arms with his calming voice lulling her to sleep.
"You truly are amazing, Jamie."