JEN
Bing’s hands frame my face as he kisses me hard, his tongue tracing between my lips. I squeak in shock, grabbing his shirt so I don’t fall backwards.
He pushes me in and kicks the door shut, one hand moving to my back and holding me against flush against his body. I slide my hands up his chest and grip his neck when he slips his tongue into my mouth. He hoists me up by the waist and carries me into the living room before dropping me on the sofa. He settles between my legs, still holding me, and pulls back from me slightly.
Mocha coloured eyes bore into mine as I try to control my breathing.
“Hello to you too. Come on in,” I comment, my blood thundering through my body.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Jen?” he asks softly.
“I didn’t think you’d care.”
Bing opens his mouth and closes it again. He shakes his head slightly.
“What? Why would you care?” I ask. He rests his hand against my cheek, and his thumb strokes slowly across my flushed cheek.
“Oh, you annoying little berk. Where you’re concerned, I always care. Always have.” His lips press against mine, softly this time, and I sigh.
“You stole my word.”
“And?” His eyes twinkle in amusement.
“What is this?” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
“I’m doing what I should have done two weeks ago, Jennifer,” he whispers back, kissing the corner of my mouth. I turn my head to kiss him properly, all my fight leaving me the second he holds me tighter. My fingers snake upwards into his hair, and my legs hook round his waist to hold him where he is, in front of me. I can’t deny that I want him, and I can’t fight the damn want anymore.
“You only get this option because I care about how you feel.” Bing nibbles up my ear. “Tell me to stop.”
I take a deep breath in. “No.”
“No?” He looks at me. “You don’t want me to stop?”
“I don’t want you to stop. As long as it’s you making me feel this way, I never want you to stop.”
I see him take a deep breath in, and then I’m up, in his arms, and he’s carrying me.
He kisses me and shoves my bedroom door open. I kick the door shut behind us and we fall back onto my bed, tongues mingling.
I tug at the collar of his shirt, and he chuckles.
“Someone’s eager.” He kisses down my neck, dragging his lips across my skin.
“Don’t make sex difficult like you do everything else, Bing.” I breathe out the words, and tug again, the top bunching in my hands. I pull it clear over his head and fling it on the floor. My hands move down his back, my nails lightly scraping his skin. He sucks the spot between my neck and shoulder as my fingers follow every indent and dimple in his skin.
“Don’t do that.” His voice is husky.
“Do what?” I ask as his hands roam shamelessly, desperately, needing, over my body, stroking and probing with his fingers.
“That moany noise,” he slides his hands under my top. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you making that noise with me.”
His thumb brushes the underside of my breast. I bite my tongue, fighting the moan that wants to escape, and I pull him closer to me.
“Fuck, fuck it,” he groans, and rips off my top. He hooks his fingers in my pyjama bottoms, and slides them off in a smooth motion before he moves his mouth back to me, swirling his tongue across my chest.
I gasp, and push my hips up into him. His hand massages my centre, and he slides a finger inside me, groaning against my skin. A sharp moan leaves my mouth, and I can feel Bing smile as he kisses his way back to my mouth.
“Like that, huh?” he nibbles my ear again.
“Shut up,” I mumble, running my nose across his shoulder. He moves down my body, his tongue swirling. His hands slide around behind me, holding my ass, and he draws circles around my belly button. My body jerks, and my legs tug at his jeans.
Bing takes his hands from me, pulls them off, and runs his fingers up my calves. He kisses up the inside of my thigh, and I hold my breath when his lips graze my tender flesh. He flicks his tongue out once, twice, three times, and I clench all my muscles. His name leaves my mouth as he sucks gently on me, my lower stomach tightening.
He licks a trail back up from my hips to my neck, and lowers himself against me. I wrap my hand around him and guide him, pushing his tip in.
“You’re so impatient.”
“I’ll show you fucking impatient.” I dig my heels into his bum and push him into me with one thrust. I grip his back, and he grunts.
“Yep.” He slides out, then back into me, and I move with him. “Jesus, Jen.”
I tighten the muscles, squeezing him. Sweat slicks our bodies as he picks up the pace. My back arches. Skin slides against skin. Lips drop kisses. Tongues sweep. Muscles clench. Eyelids flutter. Fingers grip. Holds tighten. Breathing becomes panting. Panting becomes crying out.
A year of tension becomes release.
Bing slumps onto me, and kisses me gently. Grabbing my quilt, he rolls us to the side and snuggles us under it. I’m tucked into his chest, my head is resting against his shoulder, and our legs are tangled. He kisses my head, and I shiver.
“What is it, gorgeous?”
“I just... Nothing.” I smile against his skin, relaxed, and close my eyes.