Chapter Seventeen
Liz
The kiss was everything I needed, everything I wanted. I felt like sighing with the immense all-encompassing feeling of homecoming. I almost pulled away to shout, “This! This is what I’ve been craving!” but no way was I moving away from Jamie, not for a second.
His arms came around me in an embrace that was somehow both pure and heavy with need. My sweatshirt rubbed against my skin, and I became hyper-conscious of the fact that I’d taken my bra off right after Paul left. It had seemed important at the time that I go into full comfort mode.
Now, being bra-less was anything but comfortable—it was arousing. Just a thin layer of fleecy fabric separated my breasts from Jamie’s hands. As his mouth worked mine, I pressed myself more fully against his chest. One of his hands came up to cup my face, while the other grabbed my ass and pulled me onto his lap.
“Jamie,” I whispered. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“Me, too,” he said, smiling against my mouth.
He brought his lips to mine again, kissing and nibbling at my lips. I threw my arms over his shoulders, marveling at how perfect his body was. And tonight, it was just for me.
At least, that’s what I wanted.
“Jamie?” I asked.
“Yeah?” He reached for the edge of my sweatshirt and rubbed the soft skin at the top of my leggings. White-hot sparks of lust moved through me, and I arched toward him. I wanted more, I wanted everything.
“Were you going to ask me something?” he murmured.
Outside, it was so quiet that I could hear the fog horn from the bay in the distance. Inside, the old grandfather clock ticked loudly. But nothing was as present to me as the sound of Jamie’s breaths and mine, together.
“Y-yes,” I said, trying to gather my thoughts. “I wanted to know…will you stay the night with me?”
“As long as you want,” he whispered, trailing kisses from my mouth to my collarbone.
We walked toward my bedroom, and I peeled off my leggings as we went, hopping on one foot, pausing to kick them off. Jamie chuckled, but his eyes were dark with lust.
“Your turn,” I said. “Off with that shirt.”
His t-shirt was already rumpled, whether from my crying, or how we’d been glued to each other for the past five minutes. He yanked it over his head, revealing rows of rippling abdominal muscles and rock-hard pecs. I stepped forward and ran my hands over his chest, running my knuckles over his nipples.
He bent and caught my mouth with his in another searing kiss. At the same time, he reached for the edge of my sweatshirt and lifted it up. I leaned back so he could take it off of me. As he lifted it, his hands skimmed against my rib cage and over the sides of my breasts.
“Tease,” I said, because he’d come up on either side but hadn’t touched me.
“That’s just the beginning,” he said, his voice a low rumble of promised sensuality.
With my sweatshirt and leggings off, I was clad only in a pair of panties. Jamie pressed me so my back was against the wall. He kissed my jaw and down to my neck, and then his mouth nuzzled lower, over my collarbone, until his face was pressed into my breasts. I rolled my eyes upward in pleasure and hugged his head to me. This was where we should always be—together. It was such an insane thought to have at a time when I was out of my mind with lust, but it was there nonetheless.
He turned his head one way and kissed first one breast, and then turned his head to kiss the other. He still hadn’t touched my nipples, but then he brought up a hand to lightly skim over one nipple and then the other.
My legs shook. I couldn’t help but moan. My moan turned to frustration when he stepped back and offered me his hand.
“Are you going to take me to your bedroom or not?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, unable to say more. I didn’t think I knew much of the English language anymore—he’d kissed it right out of my brain.
My shirt from work and my bra still lay in a pile near my dresser. I’d had one goal in mind after Paul left, and that had been to get comfortable and get to the bottle of wine in my fridge. But this evening was turning into so much more for me—it was as if all of my dreams were finally coming true.
I took Jamie over to my bed. He sat down with his legs wide. He was still wearing some sporty mesh fabric shorts, something to exercise or play basketball in. I could see the hardness of his cock jutting out, but he didn’t take the shorts off. Instead, he took my hand and drew me forward so I stood between his knees. Then he pulled me down so we could kiss some more. His hands immediately went to my breasts, cupping their heaviness. I felt drunk with want and need. I wanted to reach my climax and, at the same time, I wanted this anticipation and this pleasure to go on forever.
His mouth moved against mine in a kiss that left me breathless. His lips were as demanding as the rest of him as he tweaked each of my nipples. I fell forward, straddling him. He ran his hands over the curve of my ass, tugging on the fabric experimentally.
“Don’t rip these,” I said. “They’re one of my favorite pairs.”
He gave another testing tug, and I growled at him in warning. He laughed. “Take them off, then.”
I shakily stood up and slid the panties down my legs then kicked them away. Jamie leaned back on his elbows, his cock jutting proudly against his loose shorts. He eyed my body like I was a feast and he’d been a starving man.
“Beautiful,” he said.
Then he slid off his shorts and held out his hand. I accepted it, and he yanked me down roughly so I fell on top of him. I yelped, and we both laughed as we began kissing again, arms and legs entwining, lips pressing against sensitive places—ears, necks, chests, nipples.
“Jamie,” I said, at the same time he said, “Liz.”
I couldn’t have dreamed a better lovemaking. When he entered me, my head went back in surprised bliss. He filled me so completely, more completely than I even remembered from before. And when he began to move within me, I thought I’d never known pleasure before this.
Within just a couple of minutes, I was already building to my climax. My body shook with the effort of containing my pleasure. Jamie whispered sweet words in my ear. “That’s right, my lovely Liz. Take all of me. That’s right.”
I gripped his shoulders with my hands and grabbed his hips with my legs, tightening around him, trying to pull him closer, faster, everything more.
When I came, my toes curled, my entire body rigid with the all-encompassing pleasure. Jamie thrust several more times inside me before his body went still, too. His forehead came down and pressed against mine, and he stared directly into my eyes while he finished.
After snuggling at my side for a moment, he turned and sat up.
“Don’t go,” I murmured, my voice sounding drunk with post-orgasmic haze.
“Not going anywhere if you don’t want me to,” he said. “Just cleaning up.”
“Clean up fast so you can come back here,” I said.
A minute later, he was behind me again, spooning me. I fell asleep in the warm protective shell created by his body, one of his arms thrown over my chest and cupping one of my breasts.
* * * * *
I woke up feeling too hot. And I wasn’t alone. Jamie was behind me, breathing softly. The clock on my nightstand read eight a.m.
I turned to look at Jamie, hoping to study what he looked like while he was asleep, but his eyes were already open.
“Morning,” I said.
“Good morning.”
“Have you been awake long?” I asked.
He ran a hand along my shoulder, over my arm, and down to my hip. “Just a few minutes. I was appreciating how beautiful you are.”
My hands immediately went self-consciously to my hair. Sometimes it had a mind of its own in the morning.
“Nope,” he said, tugging my hands back down. “Beautiful as-is. Don’t change a thing.”
“I probably have raccoon eyes from my mascara,” I complained.
“Then they’re the eyes of beautiful raccoons,” he said.
“Psh. I’m gonna go make some coffee.”
“If you wash your face or brush your hair, I’ll be disappointed.”
“Ha.” I stood up and felt a quick sting on my backside. I turned around to see his mischievous grin. “You just swatted me!”
He smiled even wider. “It was a beautiful target. I couldn’t resist.”
I shook my head. “Your face is a beautiful target. Should I hit that?”
We cracked up laughing.
I kneeled at the edge of the bed, facing him seriously. “Jamie, would you do me the honor of staying for breakfast?”
He gave me a pretend frown, as if he was considering something very serious. Finally, he said, “I will. Thank you.”
I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you for being here.”
Because for all the angst I’d gone through trying to get over Jamie, I knew I was falling head over heels in love with him.