by Kahlen Aymes
Should I explain my action? The fabric didn’t stretch, and it would be constricting, but I left it on, hanging open. I wanted to take off my belt and open my jeans for the same reason, but if I did that, my cock would spring free. I intended to pleasure her, not pressure her into sex; so, I stopped after I’d removed the belt and popped the button loose.
Missy sat as still and timid as a bird on top of the soft cushions. I reached down and plucked her glass from her hands setting it next to mine, along with the wine bottle, on the coffee table. I held out my hand, hoping she would take it. I wanted her to participate, to know this was all in her control.
She slid her fingers into mine, and I pulled on her hand a bit so she would rise, and then sat down and invited her to join me. “Come over here,” I motioned with both hands for her to straddle me. She was a bit hesitant but then did as I asked. I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist before I placed it on my naked chest inside my open shirt. “Touch me, Missy.”
Hesitantly, her fingers moved over my chest, threading through the spattering of soft hair there. My hands roamed her body, slowly, gauging her reaction to each and every touch. I dragged my hands down her arms, then up over her shoulders, and I started to knead her back, up under her sweater. I bent my fingers and lightly scratched down her flesh with my nails.
“Uhhhh,” she breathed, arching her back in pleasure.
It was the response I wanted, but her movement only served to push her body into my erection. “Oh, God,” I groaned out, dropping my head to her shoulder and then moving to place a series of open mouth kisses along the column of her neck.
Of her own volition, Missy started to move against me, but I was mindful not to thrust up toward her to increase the pressure. My resolve was hanging by a thread.
My hands, still underneath her soft sweater, moved carefully around to the front, exploring the skin of her stomach and skimming the outside of her lace bra. My fingers curled around the fabric; my first instinct was to rip it away. My cock was in hell; her movements gave only a taste of the pressure I craved.
“Jensen,” she breathed, her hands sliding into the back of my hair to gently tug at it. It was sexy as hell, and I couldn’t stop my chin from tilting up in invitation. I kissed along her jaw, praying her head would turn just enough for our mouths to join in a passionate kiss.
“Mm, huh?” I mumbled. I reached up to thread one hand in her hair and pulled her face to mine. One hand closed around her denim-clad thigh, and for the first time, I met the downward movement of her hips with an upward push of my pelvis, as our mouths locked in a series of passionate kisses. It was pure, unadulterated bliss.
I hooked my arm around her hips and pulled her flush against my groin, increasing the pressure. We were both breathing hard, our hips moving together in slow undulation as our hands explored and we shared kiss after kiss; each one more passionate and more profound than the last.
“Missy,” I groaned into her mouth. The pressure in my body was building almost to the point of pain. “What do you need?”
Her hands stilled, and she buried her face in my neck, curling into my chest without answering.
I cupped her cheek, my hand tangling in her long blonde hair as turned my face to hers. Missy’s delicious scent surrounded me. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head. The shroud of darkness over the living room kept her face in shadow, yet she wouldn’t look at me. I stroked her hair down her back repeatedly.
“Sweetheart, what is it? Just say what you need to say.”
“I’ve never had a man ask me what I needed.” Her voice was quiet and trembling.
I paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in, and then I made a decision. There was no way I was going to make love to her on my sofa. I inhaled so hard it felt like my lungs would explode. I tightened my arms around her, and then, stood.
“No.” She shook her head. “Jensen, I didn’t mean for you to stop.”
I was already walking across the house and into my bedroom, supporting her weight easily in my arms. “I’m not stopping.” The door to the bedroom was open, and though there wasn’t anyone else in the house, I pushed it shut with my heel. I wanted to be holed up with her, inside four walls, where it was just the two of us.
My room wasn’t exactly neat; there were a few clothes and shoes scattered around, but at least the bed was made, and I set her down on it, bending to kiss her mouth in a soft, but lingering kiss. I pulled away and kicked off my shoes, finally peeling off my shirt and casting it aside. I unzipped my jeans and then sat beside Missy on the bed, lifting first one foot and then the other to remove her boots.
“Is it okay if I take off your sweater and jeans?” I asked, not wanting to make even one move without her permission. I knew that the future of our relationship teetered on this moment. “We don’t have to make love, but I want to give you pleasure.” My voice was the only sound in the room, and it reverberated in the silence. “Trust me, babe.” I gently pushed a lock of hair off of her face and behind her ear. “If I do anything you don’t like, just tell me, and I’ll stop. I promise, okay?”
She sucked in a long breath, but slowly nodded in agreement.
Without another word, I pushed the soft cashmere up and over her head, exposing a black lace bra that contrasted starkly with her creamy skin, and accented the swell of her breasts. My hands ran over her shoulders and down her arms. I bent to place an open mouth kiss on the curve between her shoulder and her neck, careful to keep my mouth light and sucking, punctuating each with a hard lave of my tongue. I wanted her to imagine what was coming. It worked because she let out a breathless sigh and went limp in my arms.
I used gentle pressure to push her back until she was laying on the bed, and as I loomed over her, I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her supple thighs exposing the matching string bikini panties. Her body was perfect as she lay there exposed before me; her stomach flat, her breasts full, and the curve of her hips so seductive. When she saw me studying her beautiful form, she automatically covered her body with her hands trying to hide. I held her wrists to stop her movements, shaking my head. “No. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I want to see every amazing inch of you.”
I moved to lie on the bed and pulled her to me with gentle hands until we were lying facing each other and I could stroke her silken skin freely.
“I think you’re beautiful, too,” Missy murmured, closing her eyes. “So strong and virile.”
My heart was pounding like a drum, and more blood surged into my dick making it throb. I knew I was falling head over heels in love with her, and maybe I was already there. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her to relax and trust me.
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman this much,” I whispered, conscious of the head of my cock sticking out of my boxer briefs inside the opening of my jeans. I was fucking on fire, but my goal was to take care of this beautiful woman. “I’m going to go slow, but will you let me touch you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. I felt her hand slide over the muscles of my arm and over my shoulder and electricity skittered over the surface of my skin, causing me to shudder. There was nothing I wanted more than to be in her arms, our bodies and mouths joined in glorious lovemaking.
“Just close your eyes and feel, babe,” I coaxed, softly. “This is all about you.”
“No, I want to see you,” she whispered achingly. “You.”
I threaded my fingers into her hair as I cupped the side of her head and lowered my mouth to hers. I kissed her deeply, as my hands worshiped, relishing every inch of her naked skin. I could feel her pebble-hard nipples tighten even more, as my palms cupped her lace-covered breasts. As my hands teased and worked lower, I buried my mouth in the curve of her neck. Her skin was intoxicating; her moans of pleasure were music to my ears. When she arched into me, her head fell to one side in pleasure. I didn’t need another invitation to roll her onto her back. Hovering above her, I kissed and nibbled from her
neck, using the heat of my breath to tantalize her breasts until my teeth grazed first one sensitive bud, then the other.
“Uhhh,” she sighed and arched.
My hand slid down to the top of her delicate panties, over her concave tummy. I brushed the top of her pubic mound with the back of my knuckles, my eager fingers dying to delve inside her. I held back, increasing the heat in the kisses until her body was begging for release. She arched into my hand, her fingers tangled in my hair, and her tongue was hungry against mine.
“Oh, babe,” I sighed against her lips; finally letting my fingers slide inside the waistband and down. Her body radiated unfulfilled desire as I parted the soft, slick flesh easily finding her clitoris. I concentrated on it, spread her wetness around, using it for lubrication, I alternated between circles and long strokes. She was so hot, and the initial nervousness that tensed her thighs relaxed and her knees dropped open.
Her breath soon came in soft panting breaths that let me know she was close. I slid my hand lower, pushing my middle finger to enter her just slightly. Her body tensed, and I stopped, thinking she didn’t want any invasion into her body, but when I made a move to pull my hand from her panties, she grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t stop. I’m sorry, I’ll relax,” Missy whispered, her voice drunk on arousal. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
I returned my hand and did as she commanded, intent on bringing her an intense orgasm. I teased her sex with my hand, intermittently burying one finger deep inside her and then working on the little bundle of nerves. The kisses were magnificent, only adding to the magic of the moment. God, she was so fucking sexy. She let go of her fear and let me touch her, let me love her, and I was so hard I thought I’d burst. There was only one thing that would make it better.
When she was on the verge of tumbling over into orgasm, I moved between her legs and hooked my thumb under the side of her panties pulling them down and off. She helped me, her eyes trained on my face. I pushed her thighs apart and lowered my head to her moist heat.
“Jensen, you don’t have to do that,” she murmured.
“I want to,” I said, placing my mouth where only moments before my fingers had been. She moaned loudly; her fingers clutching almost painfully in my hair. I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked softly, lightly flicking it with the tip of my tongue.
“Uh, uhhhh,” she moaned, her head turned to one side, her hips pushing up against my mouth almost involuntarily. “Oh, my God. Mmmmmm.”
I could have continued for hours, but she was so sensitive, I knew that she was ready to come. It had been barely thirty seconds since I’d gone down on her and, already, she was coming. Her body clenched and arched as she came in a shuddering climax. “Jen—sehhhhen,” she breathed out my name.
I suckled lightly wanting to make it last, watching in awe as she came hard. Her hands were threaded in my hair pulling on it painfully. I placed a soft, sucking kiss on her inner thigh as she rode it out and then climbed up her body to hover over her, looking down into her face, amazed at her abandon. I was surprised at the speed and strength of her orgasm.
“Damn,” I murmured. “That was fast. I was prepared to go for hours.” I smiled softly.
Missy was like a limp rag doll, as she lay there spent. I hadn’t even pulled down the comforter, I was so anxious to make love to her, but now she was shivering. I reached over the edge of the bed and pulled it around her like a burrito, rubbing the sides of her hips after I tucked her in.
Missy’s eyes were serious as she stared into my eyes. “I don’t think I could have taken it for hours. It was too intense.”
I lay down next to her and gathered her to me; comforter and all. There was barely six inches separating us, our breath mingling. I was trying hard to ignore the protests of my hungry dick as it made me acutely aware of its unsatisfied state. We faced each other, and I curled one arm under my head on the pillow so I could look down at her, and I held her to me with the other. “Did it feel good, though?” I grinned softly, knowing by her reaction that it had.
“Incredible.” She nodded and her eyes glazed over. I couldn’t tell if she was sad, embarrassed, or overwhelmed. “No one’s ever done that for me before,” she admitted.
I was taken aback, and I frowned. What the fuck?
“Are you serious?” I was incredulous. She was beautiful and perfect. How could her husband resist giving her pleasure?
Speechless, all she could do was nod.
“Why not?” I asked.
She cleared her throat. It was apparent the next words were hard for her to say. “Derrick said I was dirty down there.”
That fucking piece of shit. How could he degrade such a beautiful, well-groomed woman? And was he the only man she’d ever been with? If so, no wonder she was so scared.
“No, you aren’t,” I insisted. “You’re beautiful and sexy, and you smell amazing. Don’t let that bastard make you feel anything less than the incredible woman you are. Is that why you didn’t want me to do it?”
“Yes, but you’re so unselfish; it’s hard to believe you’re real.” A few tears dripped from her eyes, making her struggle to free a hand from the blankets to wipe them away.
I was stunned by her admission and also heartbroken. I was pissed at her slime-ball ex-husband, but so sad for her. What had she suffered at his hands? I brushed her hair back and leaned in to kiss her mouth, gently sucking her lower lip in between mine. “I’m going to make you forget anyone has ever touched you before me.”
Her face crumpled, and she pulled me closer. “Oh, Jensen,” she cried, holding on tight.
I held her against me for a long time. I didn’t know how long we lay there in the dark, holding each other, but knew I wanted it to be forever.
“Hey.” I nudged her chin with my thumb. “I have a surprise for you.”
Her eyes snapped up, the moonlight shining in from the window made them glitter in the darkness of the room. “You do? What is it?”
“Well, three, actually.”
Her lips lifted gently. “What are they?”
“Well, one, I am going to make you one mean sauvignon blanc float as soon as I can walk back out to the kitchen. Two, I’m producing for you and Jarvis this weekend.”
Missy’s face lit up in pleasure, and her arm tightened around me. “Really?”
I let out a short laugh. “Yes.” I nodded.
The sadness had disappeared from her face, and it was a good thing because I was about to bare my soul.
“What’s the last thing?” she asked eagerly.
I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs to capacity, my eyes meeting hers. I hesitated, my fingers tracing her cheekbone.
“Jensen?”
“I’m falling in love with you.”
Missy’s brow creased as she fought with her emotions. Her hesitation gave way to waves of worry which compelled me to continue.
“Look, I know it’s soon, and I’m sorry… but, when I look at you, my heart fucking explodes,” I said, never meaning another thing so much in my life. More tears tumbled down her face, and I wiped them away with my thumb. “Say something.”
“I love you, too.”
MISSY
So much had happened in the days since my date with Jensen.
I was an emotional melting pot; excited about my new job, yet anxious about it, giddy and soaring over Jensen’s attention, but worried he was too good to be true. Still, things were moving forward.
My mother had put her house on the market and would be moving to Atlanta soon. Jensen and I spent several evenings looking around for homes all over the city, often taking Remi and Dylan with us. Jensen was so happy, and Dylan gravitated toward him with an apparent wonder that both elated and terrified me.
I’d decided an apartment would be faster to find than a house and I put a deposit down on a nice, though modest, three-bedroom pretty much equidistant between the ESPN office, Chase and Teagan’s, and Jensen’s homes.
I was excited about the p
rocess and all of the time spent with Jensen was exciting, and Dylan was blossoming in our new life. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so alive. All it took for my heart to skip a beat was the briefest touch of Jensen’s hand or an appreciative glance. The sexual tension between us was so thick I could physically feel it humming in the air when we were together. The goodnight kisses stolen when the kids weren’t looking after Remi was back at home, or Dylan was sleeping, were so hungry they literally took my breath away.
Things were moving fast, and while Dylan would be a little sad to leave the obvious comfort of Chase and Teagan’s luxurious home, my new place allowed us more privacy, yet the nearby location kept him in the school with Remi. Chase won that argument with Teagan. I was struggling with whether to leave him enrolled due to the high cost of tuition, but I hated to uproot my little boy again. Chase offered to pay for it, causally teasing that it was his soccer scholarship fund, but I didn’t feel right taking his or Jensen’s offer to help; they’d done so much for me already, and a big part of me wanted to make it on my own. Rent was lower than a mortgage, which was another solid reason for leasing. My heart yearned for Jensen. Though I hoped we would be together at the end of the lease, I reminded myself that it was too early to start thinking about that.
In a flash, the weekend was upon us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt confident and at ease with my decisions. In the few weeks that had passed since leaving Wyoming, my panic was easing little by little. I was finding it easier to push down my fear and stop looking over my shoulder waiting for something awful to happen.
When Jensen, the crew, and I flew off to Baltimore, I was still stuck in a state of dream-like awe and could barely contain my happiness because Jensen had taken on several days of extra work to be with me during my first assignment with ESPN. He knew how nervous I was, and he was making sure that I would be okay. It had been forever, well, never, that a man, other than my brother, had done something so unselfish to take care of me. I’d never felt so safe, or so loved. I couldn’t deny he was putting his actions behind his words. I knew I could count on him unflinchingly and that was a wonderful feeling.