Cursive

by Phoebe Lane

  Oh my God…I might combust…

  Aislynn felt him getting closer and closer to his own release. A thin film of sweat had formed on his chest, his breathing had accelerated, and his grip on her was getting tighter and tighter. He then put his free hand on her and started circling her center.

  Aislynn let out a loud whimper as she felt herself unravel, her head swimming away from her body, going off to the land of orgasmic pleasure, and making no promises to come back.

  "You look so amazing like that…" he said, and pushed hard into her three more times before he came, and then collapsed on top of her, still pulsing inside her.

  Aislynn worked on slowing down her breathing and gently ran her fingers through his hair. He moved to lay down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She snuggled to his side and hugged him, as her eyelids got heavy, and her efforts to stay awake became fruitless.

  Aislynn woke up laying down flat on her stomach, and felt Jace's fingers running down her back, softly pointing at certain spots on her body.

  "Hey…what are you doing?" she asked, trying to turn around.

  "No, don't move," he ordered, gently pushing her back down into bed, and continued caressing her back. "I was watching you sleep, and I noticed that you have a tiny freckle behind your ear. I got curious, so I started looking for more. Did you know you have thirteen freckles and tiny birthmarks all over your body?"

  Aislynn giggled and closed her eyes. For the first time in a year, she felt light, content…happy. "I have one next to my belly button. Did you count that one?"

  "No, I didn't get to see the ones on the front. You've been passed out cold for the last thirty minutes," he said with a smile as he watched her turn over. "Ah, there it is…fourteen," he said, and kissed the spot softly.

  "You wore me out, Mr. Quinn. It's your fault I passed out," she said playfully.

  "Rendering you unconscious after making love to you really strokes my ego, you know."

  "Yeah, well…Your ego deserves the stroking. That was amazing," she said as she put her hands on his face, pulled him to her, and kissed him. She meant to do it softly, but something came over her and the kiss deepened. "And I want more…"

  Jace startled out of sleep and adjusted his eyes to the soft morning light coming in through the window. He suddenly noticed that his breathing was labored and heavy. Aislynn's warm hand was wrapped around him and pumped slowly, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach. He looked down and caught sight of her licking her way down the side of his groin, and he involuntarily twitched in her hands.

  She looked up, long dark lashes framing her seductive eyes. "I've wanted to lick this V right here for a long time," she said.

  "Aislynn…" he said, followed by a hissing sound.

  "I woke up and realized you needed some attention. I couldn't resist," she said, and kissed him from the base all the way up to the tip. Her tongue, so soft and moist, circled the tip several times, and Jace almost lost it.

  With every turn of her tongue, Aislynn took more of him into her mouth. She then started sucking in, adding delicious pressure to the already earthshattering sensation. He looked down once again and watched her move up and down, her hand holding her gorgeous hair to one side.

  Oh my God, she knows exactly what to do with her tongue. I'm so fucked.

  Aislynn kept sucking him, but stopped circling her tongue. She concentrated instead on the spot right under the head. Every time she came up, she flicked her tongue roughly on it; every time she came down, a strand of her hair tickled the area between his leg and hip. It was the most sensational trio of tender caress, suction, and point pressure.

  Oh, hell…this is too much…Please, don't stop…

  "Aislynn…" he said, warning her of his oncoming release. She didn't even falter. He let out an audible moan as he came, grabbing on to the headboard for dear life.

  Aislynn lay down diagonally on the bed, wrapped up in a sheet, her hair hanging off the side, the tips reaching the floor. Jace lay down in the opposite direction, his hands massaging her feet.

  "I'm starving," Aislynn said. Right on cue, both their stomachs grumbled loudly, and they giggled. "Is it still breakfast time?"

  "I don't even know," Jace said, with laughter still in his voice. "But who cares? We can have breakfast for dinner. I'll get you anything you want, babydoc. You just ask."

  "I have a problem, though," she said, holding herself up on her elbows and looking at him.

  God, he's gorgeous. And now I know exactly what he can do with that mouth…

  "I really, really, really don't want to get off this bed. I don't even want my feet to touch the floor. I want to sleep, and eat, and talk, and watch TV, and make love all day long," she continued.

  "I like the way you think. That's exactly what we'll do," he said, and jumped out of bed, pulling her into his arms. Aislynn giggled and squealed loudly, hanging on to his neck as he carried her out of the room.

  "Wait, wait, wait! Bathroom first," she hollered.

  "Aislynn, I will do a lot of things for you, but I refuse to carry you while you go to the bathroom."

  "And thank God for that! Okay, let's say the 'no touching the floor' rule doesn't apply to bathroom breaks."

  "Deal," he said as he walked her back to the master bathroom.

  After freshening up, Aislynn searched around Jace's closet trying to find something to wear. He walked in on her as she looked behind the closet door.

  "I swear I'm not snooping. I'm just looking for your robe. Can I wear it?"

  "I don't own a robe."

  "What? Why not?"

  "I guess I'm not a robe kind of guy."

  "That's it, then. I'm getting you one for your birthday," she said, walking out of the closet, still wrapped in a bed sheet. "When is that by the way?"

  "You missed it. It was a couple of months ago. When's yours?"

  "Ugh, don't remind me! Wow, I really walked myself right into this one…" Aislynn said under her breath.

  "Oh, that's right. It's the big three—"

  "Don't you dare finish that sentence," she said, pointing her finger at him and pretending to be serious. "It's anniversaries of my twenty-ninth birthday from now on."

  "Noted. So, when is it?" he asked again.

  "When's what?" she said, feigning ignorance.

  "All right, fine," he said with a roll of his eyes and a laugh. He walked into the closet and grabbed one of his long sleeved shirts. "Here, you can wear this, but no underwear."

  "Are you kidding? You want me to walk around the house without my panties on, right in front of the big wall of see-through glass, for all the people out there on the beach to see?"

  "Damn it…" he said under his breath and left the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later and handed her a pair of his pajama bottoms. "Your underwear's in the washer. But once we get back in bed, everything's coming off, you hear me?"

  "I wouldn't have it any other way."

  "You dip your bacon in maple syrup?" Jace asked.

  "Yeah, I've done it since I was a little girl. I actually grew up thinking everyone did, but then I started getting these looks…" she trailed off, examining his face. "Yep, that look right there; the one that you have on your face. That's when I realized that I was the weird one."

  "You were weird as a kid?"

  "I guess I wasn't too bad, unless you count nerdy as weird. My nose was always inside a book, or I would be off in my room writing stories," she said, and sipped her coffee.

  "So this writing ambition isn't new?"

  "I guess not," Aislynn said, getting lost in a memory. "I used to steal my mom's JC Penney catalogs—remember the ones that had a thousand pages and looked like phonebooks?" Jace nodded. "I would find all the pictures of the things I was writing about, and then put them all together into a book of visuals to go along with the story. I'd clip pictures of the house, the furniture, the clothes…even the wedding dress the princess would wear to marry her prince."
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br />   "You mean to tell me you were making graphic novels as a kid? That's impressive," he said, and Aislynn grinned sheepishly.

  "My mom almost had a coronary the first time she went to browse the catalog and found the pages all cut up," Aislynn said with a smile.

  "Do you still have them? The books?"

  "I have no idea where they ended up. She probably threw them away when I moved out of the house. She was never big on holding on to sentimental stuff," she said, her mood becoming somber. Jace reached across the table, squeezed her hand, and then kissed it softly.

  "Ready to go back to bed?" he asked, and Aislynn nodded.

  Jace picked her up from her chair, carrying her over his shoulder, her front facing his backside. He had been carrying her all over the house so that she could fulfill her "no touching the floor all day long" goal.

  "I think I like this view," she said, pinching his ass with her hands.

  "Me too, babydoc," he said, and spanked hers playfully. "Me, too."

  "Jace?"

  "Hmm," he responded, his face buried in her lap as Aislynn played with his hair. They had spent the last hour in bed watching a movie.

  "Why did you hesitate yesterday when I told you I wasn't on birth control?"

  "Argh!" he said, getting up and sitting across from her. "Nothing really gets by you, huh?" He pulled at his hair, first with one hand, and then with both. He was obviously having a hard time saying whatever he needed to say.

  "What is it?" she asked, now kind of regretting the question.

  "You remember how we had agreed to 'one story at a time' after I told you about Chloe?"

  It only took a second for it to click in her head. "This is about your ex-girlfriend?"

  Jace took a moment, multiple deep breaths, and one last tug at his hair before he started explaining. "Her name's Lia. I dated her after Chloe. I had just finished my treatments when I met her. She wasn't exactly relationship material, but I was still so messed up in the head with everything that had happened with Chloe, that I ended up dating her for a while."

  Jace's leg bounced up and down, which Aislynn figured was a nervous tic.

  Why is he so anxious?

  "She showed up one day and announced that she was pregnant, and that she wanted us to get married," he said, the tone of his voice grave.

  Wait, what?

  "Oh…wow…"

  "Yeah. Well, it's more complicated than that."

  His leg bounced even faster, and Aislynn had to put her hand on it to make it stop. After a few seconds, his shoulders relaxed and his jaw unclenched. It was like her touch had an instantaneous calming effect on him.

  "When I was first diagnosed with the lymphoma, they found nodes both in my chest and in my pelvis. Besides the chemo, I had to have a lot of radiation…in both of those areas."

  Aislynn's mind raced as flashes of medical data, textbook pictures, anatomy class, and statistics ran through her head. She couldn't help but gasp when all the pieces came together, and she finally understood what Jace was trying to tell her.

  "Oh my God, I can't believe she did that!" Aislynn said, her hand covering her mouth.

  "Because of what I had just been through with Chloe, I had never told Lia about the cancer. She had no idea that I had just gone through chemo and radiation and that, because of it, I was…sterile." Jace looked up at Aislynn, trying to gage her reaction.

  It looks like I'm going to have to commit murder, after all. Target list: first Chloe, and then Lia. Bonus points if I get them both at the same time.

  "When she confronted me about the pregnancy, I told her about the cancer and how the treatments had caused my infertility. I explained it was impossible for me to be the father, but she wasn't having it. She kept insisting that the baby was mine, and that I needed to marry her. I broke things off with her right away, of course, and I stopped taking her calls or answering her messages. That's when she started tracking down my family and demanding they do something."

  "Oh my God…"

  "I got a lawyer, and he recommended that I just go ahead and take a test to prove I was sterile. Armed with the results, we basically threatened to get a restraining order against her, and sue her if she didn't back off. I didn't hear from her again."

  "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. Wow, that's really…"

  "Yeah, I know," he said, lying back down on her lap and taking a deep breath.

  "So, is your infertility permanent?"

  "I don't know yet. The doctor said most men usually start producing sperm again after a few months, but it's been two years for me. The likelihood is very remote at this point. He prepared me for it, though, and I did end up getting my sperm banked before I started my treatments," he said, and smiled softly. "I would like to have kids one day. I suppose it's going to be harder to do, but it's not impossible."

  Aislynn hesitated for a few moments, but decided to go ahead and take the leap. "You know, we should probably start a club…get t-shirts that read 'Reproduce?' on the front, and 'Challenge: Accepted' on the back."

  Jace raised his head and stared at her, his eyes wide and confused. "What?"

  "I had an ovarian torsion when I was fifteen. They didn't catch it in time, so the surgeon had to remove one of my ovaries and the tube. It reduced my chances of pregnancy by fifty percent."

  "Oh…wow…I'm sorry, Aislynn."

  "It's okay," she said, her eyes down. It had never really bothered her, mainly because she had never been able to picture herself as a mom.

  "So, our reproductive future relies on frozen sperm and one ovary…What a pair we make," Jace said for the second time since they'd met.

  Future. I like the sound of that.

  "I've wanted to have you like this for a long time," Jace said in Aislynn's ear as he pulled her panties off. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. She was sitting on top of the kitchen island, and he stood in between her legs, the height providing her perfect access to his neck and mouth.

  I could suck on these lips forever if he'd let me.

  "I like that idea," he said with a cocky smirk. "And yes, you did say that out loud."

  "I really need to get a handle on that. This has never happened to me before," Aislynn said, pushing his boxer briefs down with her feet.

  "Aislynn, the windows—"

  "Screw the windows. It's nighttime. And I want you…"

  Jace sighed as she finished pushing his underwear off, looked up and down her body, and pulled her shirt up and over her head. His lips and hands were on her nipples within seconds, and Aislynn shuddered with pleasure. He gently pushed her back on top of the cold granite countertop, her dark hair splayed over it. The smell of strawberries and coffee was in the air, mixed in with the scent of her arousal.

  "You're so beautiful…soft…warm…" Jace whispered, admiring her while running his hands between her breasts, down to her sides, across her hips, and stopping right over her middle.

  He bent down and kissed the inside of her thigh, slowly moving up to where his hand rested, and lingered on the small but very sensitive spot where her leg ended and her groin began. He licked it softly, careful not to touch the area that eagerly pulsed and craved his touch.

  "Oh God…please touch me…"

  "Say it again," he said, his deep voice sending vibrations up her body and making her squirm.

  "I want your tongue on me…please…"

  His tongue followed the contours of her outer lips in a circle, then made another round on her inner lips, and finally ended at her center. He massaged it slowly with his tongue, taking his sweet time. It made Aislynn build up inconceivable amounts of tension inside her. She felt like pulling at her hair, slamming her hands down hard on the countertop, and biting—

  Oh, I want his skin between my teeth…

  Almost like he could sense her body's sudden spike of arousal at the thought of biting him, Jace put an unexpected amount of pressure on the area and started lapping at it from side to side, all the wh
ile matching the rhythmic sounds of her moans. He didn't have to prompt her this time to let go. Her orgasm came at her without warning, her hands instinctively moving to her nipples and squeezing them hard.

  "I'm taking a mental picture of you right now…I want this visual etched in my memory forever," he said, kissing up her abdomen, toward her belly button. "We meet again, fourteen," he said, softly kissing her freckle.

  "You're obsessed," Aislynn said, calming down her breathing and coming down from her high.

  "And I'm not even ashamed. I'm getting a picture of fourteen and taking it with me tomorrow."

  "I can't believe you have to leave again. I hate business trips," Aislynn said, slowly sitting back up and pulling him into a hug. "That means I have to get the most out of you as I can tonight."

  "I'm game," he said, showing her a condom he had apparently sneaked into the kitchen sometime before dinner.

  "Well, aren't you a good Boy Scout?"

  "'Prepared. For Life,'" he quipped, quoting the Boy Scouts' motto.

  "Do we even have to use one?" Aislynn asked, taking the condom from his hands.

  "It's up to you. I'm clean—the oncologist runs all the STD tests on every visit. How about you?"

  "I'm clean, too. I haven't been with anyone in a year, and I had all my tests done for an insurance policy physical right before I left Texas," she said.

  Jace looked into her eyes, put his hands on the side of her face, and kissed her. Aislynn threw the condom on the floor and kissed him back with fervor.

  Jace grabbed her by the waist and set her down on her feet. She surprised him by turning around and bending forward slightly, resting her arms and elbows on the kitchen island.

  "Oh, fuck…" he said, running his hand up and down her ass.

  We're perfect for each other, she thought as he aligned himself and pushed inside her in one swift motion. The feeling of having him inside her without any barriers was mind-blowing. The friction made her knees buckle, and Jace had to hold her by the waist until she finally got a handle on her balance. The position allowed him go even deeper into her.