by Raquel Belle
Hayley traced the pencil with her finger, leaving a line of goose bumps on James’ skin. “Show me another one,” she whispered, surprising herself with how desperate she sounded. She couldn’t help it. She needed to see more of him, needed to learn more about his body. It would help her understand him and, if she was being honest, she just really, really wanted to see him naked, or at least less clothed than he was at that moment.
James pointed to what looked like a shield near his knee. “This one’s also pretty nerdy. I was really into medieval history when I was in high school and read all these books on heraldry, which is basically when you make a shield to represent different things about yourself, your town or your family. It was part of the whole knight-in-shining armor thing during that time period. Anyway, I used to doodle little shields all over everything, trying to work out exactly what mine would look like. This is what I eventually came up with.” He showed her the slogan, crest, and helmet of the shield he’d created before explaining the other elements and what they meant, both historically and to him personally.
Hayley began to realize just how fascinating James was as a person. He had so many interests, so many things he was passionate about. His body was literally full of the things that meant most to him. It made her like him even more.
James continued showing her the tattoos on his legs, including the tattoo of his dad’s initials that he’d gotten following his death, the Chicago skyline circling his right knee and the pair of running shoes he’d gotten on his foot after he finished his first half marathon. And, without Hayley having to ask, he took off his shirt and began to show her the tattoos that graced his beautiful, muscular upper body. She sucked in her breath when she saw him shirtless for the first time. He was beautiful, lean and muscular in all the right places, with a swirl of dark hair that did indeed lead from his chest down his belly and disappeared beneath his boxers.
The movie had long since ended by the time James had detailed all of his ink to her, and she couldn’t have cared less about missing the scene where Cedrick Diggory dies a brave, valiant death, which was normally her favorite scene of the whole movie. Morbid, yes, but she loved seeing pre-Twilight Robert Pattison act so brave. But Harry Potter paled in comparison to a night learning the body of the man she was slowly realizing she didn’t just like, but might actually also be a little bit in love with.
It turned out that James’ body was covered in tattoos, so he’d eventually had to take off even his socks to show her all of them and now he was sitting next to her again, though this time he was clad in only those black boxer briefs that had grown imperceptibly tighter every time she had touched one of his tattoos. His muscular arms and chest were on full display and her hands were now on them, tracing the lines of the Japanese wave tattoo that graced his beautiful pectoral muscles.
“You’re gorgeous,” she muttered, almost without realizing it. But it was impossible not to notice just how perfect James’ body was. His olive-toned skin looked golden in the low light of the hotel room’s bedside lamps, and his hair was falling in tousled curls onto his neck. Hayley was desperate to run her fingers through it, to know what it felt like in her hands. Really, she was just desperate to feel all of him, to touch him for hours, to memorize his body with her fingers. James looked up at her comment, and Hayley could swear she saw lust in his eyes. Was he feeling the same tingling sensation all over her body that she had been since he’d first taken his pants off? Did he want her as much as she wanted him? She was about to find out.
“No, you’re gorgeous, Hayley. We’ve spent the last hour looking at my body. I think it’s time you showed me what yours looks like. And I think it’s time you let me touch it, too.” Hayley gulped at that, at the idea of being completely undressed in front of James, his hands all over her, but the idea excited her as well as terrified her. She longed for him to run his rough hands along her skin, tracing the moles and freckles that dotted her arms, legs, and cheeks. She wanted to feel his touch on every part of her body, his soft caress along her breasts, her belly, even the dark, scorching place at the apex of her thighs.
“I don’t have any tattoos to show you,” Hayley said as she stood up so she could remove her sweatshirt.
“I don’t care. I just want to see you bare for me,” James said.
How could Hayley resist a statement like that? So off came her sweatshirt, followed by her tank top and the bralette she’d put on. Then, down went her yoga pants and comfy socks, until she too was clad only in her underwear. Her breasts were spotted with goose bumps from the sudden rush of cold air, the hotel room thermostat having been set at a frigid 70, and her nipples pert and erect at James’ gaze. Hayley felt rather than heard his sharp intake of breath the moment her bra came off and she couldn’t deny the satisfaction she felt when she saw him eyeing her tits with hunger. There was so much satisfaction in being wanted by someone else.
She knew she had a good body. Her legs were long and firm from all her running, her stomach flat with just a bit of cushion perfect for cuddling. Though her breasts were on the bigger side, they were perfectly even, the nipples a dusky red and sensitive to the touch. She brushed her hair back from her chest, her eyes on James as she gathered the strands and flipped it over her shoulder before turning to face him fully, her body on display.
She let James’ eyes roam over her body, taking in the mole under her right breast, the small scar on her forearm from when she’d first learned to cook and had burned herself on a sheet pan of fries. His eyes travelled down her soft belly to the hair curling between her thighs and Hayley felt herself grow even wetter than she already was. She wanted him to touch her there, to touch her everywhere.
“Touch me,” Hayley whispered, taking James’ hand and placing it on her breast. He squeezed instinctively, rolling his index finger and thumb around her nipple as his other hand smoothed her waist and belly, feeling the soft skin that graced those parts of her body.
“God, you’re so soft, Hayley. Your skin is like silk,” he whispered reverently as he caressed her. The palms of his hands were rough against her skin, the contrasting textures stoking the fire that was raging inside Hayley’s belly, making it shoot its way up toward her chest and down through her legs. No one had ever made her feel like this before. They weren’t even kissing yet and already she could feel herself nearly dripping wet with arousal. She couldn’t wait to see how her body would react once they were skin to skin, their chests flush against each other as she finally captured James’ lips in the kiss she’d wanted to give him from the moment they had parted at the bar all those weeks ago. She already knew it would be a million times better than all the kisses she’d been imagining. Fantasy James—the one who had occupied her fantasies those last few months—paled in comparison to James in real life.
Hayley decided to take matters into her own hands because when she looked down into James’ eyes as he continued touching her, she saw a hint of anxiety there. When she had first met him, Hayley never would have imagined James to be a nervous person. He always seemed so confident and sure of himself, but now, sitting in front of her on the hotel couch, he looked anxious, unsure of his next move. Now that his hands were on her body, it was like he was unsure if he should continue. But oh, she wanted him to keep going, so she made the next move instead. She couldn’t wait any longer. This had been months in the making.
She took James hands from where they were running up and down over the curves of her waist and stomach and placed one once again on her breast. “Pinch it. Make me scream. Make me wet,” she whispered, showing him exactly how she liked her tits to be touched. Her nipples were already sensitive from the brief tweaks he’d given them earlier but now, with him squeezing the tips just hard enough to make her squeal, they erupted in sensation. Hayley could feel the tug of James’ fingers as they pinched the pebbled nub and a delicious feeling went right to the very center of her, sending waves of warmth out from the apex of her thighs right to her heart. He was obviously a very fast learner
.
But as much as she loved that feeling, she wasn’t done yet. She needed more, so she took James’ other hand and placed it on her panties, where she’d been hoping, wishing he’d place his hand and then slowly inch down to feel her wetness with his rough fingers. She’d imagined him doing it so many times, and now she desperately needed to feel his digits tangled in her curls, the subtle brush of the pad of his thumb against the sensitive nub of her clitoris. It was what she’d imagined countless times while touching herself in the privacy of her own room, and now, with him right next to her and the opportunity laid out before her, she had to make sure the fantasy became reality. She had a feeling he’d know exactly how to touch her there. After all, he’d spent years working with his hands. They must be pretty adept.
James quirked a grin at Hayley as he edged his index and middle finger below the soft fabric of her underwear. He no longer looked anxious. He looked excited, enthralled, aroused. Hayley was glad she’d had the forethought to wear a sexy pair of panties that day. Normally, when she flew home she went for the most comfortable outfit, including her very un-sexy grey cotton full-coverage briefs that Kerry always told her resembled “the ugliest of granny panties.” However, those had just happened to be in the wash when Hayley went to get dressed for the flight earlier that day, which meant she was sporting a pair of pale pink satin lace undies that accentuated the curve of her butt and the slim line of her hips. She was extremely glad she had those on and not the granny panties as James began to touch her.
“God, you’re so wet for me, Hayley. What got you so wet?” James whispered in her ear as his fingers dipped into the wet arousal pooling at her center. He rubbed his fingers back and forth along her slit, pulling her underwear to the side as he tantalized her with sensation before plunging into her, burying his index finger deep inside her. Hayley arched her back, loving the feel of being filled by him. It wasn’t sex, it wasn’t his cock, but it was still absolutely delicious, and watching James from above, the look on his face as he watched his fingers going in and out of her, was truly electric.
“You, James. You’ve got me this way. God, do you have any idea what you do to me?” Hayley asked, looking into his eyes. His pupils were dilated and he was looking at her like she was a delectable snack he couldn’t wait to devour. Hayley blushed even as she arched into his touch, aching for him to keep pumping his finger in and out of her. She needed the movement, needed to excise the passion and heat that had been building in her since the moment they had first met. Bracing herself on his shoulders, Hayley lifted one leg and planted her foot on the couch, allowing her to lean into his touch even more, losing herself in the pleasure.
James responded not with words, but with actions. He stood up, lifting Hayley’s leg to wrap it around his hip. He held her head with one hand as the other snaked around to hold her back, and then he leaned down and captured her lips in his. The feel of his mouth on Hayley’s was explosive, not least because it was all she’d been imagining the last few weeks, especially since Kerry’s engagement when she’d realized just how much she wanted not just any man, but this man, in her life. And as the kiss deepened and their bodies drew closer together, Hayley realized that for the first time in weeks, she felt perfectly happy. When she was with James, it normally felt good—they always talked freely and there wasn’t a day at work that he didn’t make her tear up with laughter—but now, being able to touch him, to feel his skin slide against hers as they began to sweat from arousal and exertion, she realized just how perfect it was being with him. This, this is what she’d been missing those last few weeks as she contemplated her life as a single, unmarried woman. She realized that she didn’t care if she never got married like Kerry, never had a big wedding and a fabulous surprise engagement. As long as she had James, and he could make her feel like this, she would be content.
But the time to tell him that would come later. For now, Hayley focused back on how it felt to finally kiss him, really kiss him, without running away or worrying she was making a mistake and ruining their friendship. His lips were intoxicating, his kiss a drug she knew she’d need a constant fix of for the rest of her life. James lifted the hand that had been on the back of her head to cup Hayley’s cheek, moving his lips from her mouth to her nose, her brow, her ears and neck, sprinkling the most delicate of kisses around her face. “I’m going to kiss you everywhere, Hayley. It’s all I’ve been imagining these last few months. I just…” and for a moment, he went silent. He looked awestruck, even a little overwhelmed, but Hayley raised his chin back to face her, kissed him softly on the lips and woke him up from whatever reverie he’d been lost in. James looked deep into her eyes and finished, “I just need to love you, everywhere.”
And he did. He moved his hand back down to finger her slowly, adding his middle finger so that he was pumping two fingers in and out in a rhythm that had her feeling tingly all over. He also began kissing her again, not on her lips but on her neck, lingering on her pulse point before travelling lower to her breasts. He spent time on her belly, kissing the softness of her navel before diving lower to where his fingers were beginning to make her feel desperate for something bigger to fill her. But that thought was forgotten the moment he lowered his head to her center and ran his tongue slowly around her clitoris over the fabric of her underwear.
Hayley couldn’t help it—she cried out, probably waking up the people in the hotel room next to them, but she didn’t care. She wanted everyone on their floor, in the building, in the whole of Chicago to know how this man was making her feel. James spent a few more moments running his tongue over the fabric of Hayley’s panties before unceremoniously ripping them in half and throwing them over his shoulder where they landed near the TV, which had now gone back to the menu screen. It was the hottest thing Hayley had ever seen, or at least it was until she saw James dive, literally dive, back in to lavish her pussy with his tongue.
She had experienced a lot of good cunnilingus in her life; whatever could be said about her previous boyfriends, all of them had been skilled at that. She wouldn’t have stayed with them so long if they hadn’t known their way around a pussy. Eric had gotten her off every single time his tongue had touched that part of her body, but his skills paled in comparison to what James was doing. James was treating Hayley’s clitoris like a delicate morsel of chocolate, licking and sucking its sweetness out until she was clutching his shoulders for fear of losing her balance, unable to stand how good it felt to have him between her thighs.
The pleasure became almost too much when James added a third finger inside her, and within seconds, the orgasm was building in Hayley. As much as she wanted to come when James was inside her, her core pulsing around him, she couldn’t help the wave building. It was beyond her control. A moment later, she came, crying out and clutching James to her as she felt tingles spring out in every direction of her body, until every muscle was full of relaxed ecstasy. James held on tight to her hips and lower back, keeping her from falling, which was good, because she was spent, sapped of energy for the moment and unable to stand on her own two feet unaided.
James looked up from where he was perched at the edge of the couch and gave her the naughtiest smile Hayley had ever seen. Seeing him so happy made her realize that while she was definitely tired, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to return the favor. “Get up,” Hayley said, still a little breathless. James raised an eyebrow at her but complied, standing up in front of her, his cock still straining the seams of his boxers.
“Now, get on the bed and sit back on those pillows,” Hayley said, pointing over to the bed and the large, fluffy white pillows lining the beige headboard. She stood back and planted her hands on her hips, back in teacher mode for a moment as James slowly walked over to the bed, sat down and scooted back until his head was resting on a pillow. He looked over at Hayley, clearly awaiting further instruction. Hayley wasn’t normally very vocal in the bedroom, but she felt comfortable, even excited telling James what to do, and he seemed more than
willing to listen.
Seeing him lying back on the pillows, his flat stomach on display, his cock clearly aching for her mouth and tongue to lavish it with licks and kisses, that she couldn’t believe her luck. A hot, sexy, smart, and funny man was in her bed, waiting for her—the bed she would be occupying for the night. Sometimes, life really was good.
But before Hayley walked over, she hopped onto the bed and crouched down on her knees, and started giving James’ erect cock the attention it so obviously wanted and deserved. She took a moment to savor the vision in front of her. It was the biggest, most beautiful penis she’d ever seen. She had seen her fair share of male members, but none of them could compete with the one before her. His cock was long and thick, budding at the top with pre-cum. The skin surrounding it was smooth under the hand she grasped around it, hot to the touch of her palm.
James gasped with the first tug on it, and kept on breathing heavily as Hayley started pulling and twisting, leaning down every so often to tease him with a lick or a little bite that allowed her to jerk faster and with ease. After a few minutes of this, James looked ready to explode; Hayley could tell he was moments away from begging her to put it in her mouth, but as much fun as it was torturing him, he had just given her the best head of her life, so she finally bent down and let the gorgeous silken stick slide between her lips to the warm, wet place behind them.
