Our Time

by Jessica Wilde

  His thick forearms were tanned and strong, much like the rest of him, and the muscles twitched with each movement of his hands. The fingers surrounding his glass gently wiped the spreading condensation and the movement sent visions into my mind about those fingers tracing my skin. The air around us felt electric and my heart beat faster as the heat from my thoughts crept up my body.

  "Jocelyn?"

  My eyes snapped back up to his face and I felt my skin redden like a freaking tomato. He was sporting an amused grin which only made me that much more embarrassed that I was caught devouring him with my eyes. "Yeah?"

  "You okay?"

  "Mmhmm," I hummed and took a sip of my water refusing to meet his eyes as his voice slid over me and sent a shiver up my arms and down my spine. More than okay. Just dandy, nervous, and needy as hell.

  I heard the scrape of the chair on the floor right before I felt his hands wrap around my waist. He lifted me and settled me on his lap, straddling his thighs. He tunneled his hand in my hair and placed his other hand on my hip. His blue eyes locked onto my mouth and my lips started to tingle at the anticipation of his kiss. I darted my tongue out to moisten them and saw his eyes darken drastically, then he leaned forward and gently covered my mouth with his. He nibbled at my bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth making me groan while my entire body was on fire and my head was swimming above it.

  When he broke the kiss, a whimper slipped from my lips at the loss of his touch. My eyes were still closed when he pressed his forehead to mine, his sweet minty breath warmed my cheeks and I felt surrounded by him. Right where I wanted to be.

  "Jocelyn," he breathed. "I love you. So much."

  I opened my eyes slowly, reveling in the happiness that flooded through me. He didn't move, but his grip in my hair and on my hip tightened, almost as if he was afraid I would run away. I wasn't going anywhere at the moment. I loved him and needed him more than my next breath.

  He loved me.

  I pulled away just an inch and locked in on his gaze with a smile on my lips.

  "I love you, too, Andrew."

  It only took a second for him to react. He let out a relieved breath and crushed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and completely. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer as his other hand held my head firmly in place. I shifted on his lap to deepen the kiss and he groaned.

  I was suddenly being lifted up and the chair he had been sitting on toppled backwards and fell to the ground. Monty perked up curiously, but then lazily walked into the living room and slumped down in front of the couch. Andrew didn't stop moving, though, and he carried me up the stairs with my legs firmly wrapped around his waist, without breaking the kiss.

  When we reached my bedroom, he let me down slowly, dragging me down his body and kept a firm grip on my hips. He kissed the sensitive skin across my jaw to just below my ear before skimming his nose down my neck, inhaling deeply and sending goose bumps over every inch of my skin. When his lips found the hollow of my throat I went blind.

  This man, who had made me live again, was who I wanted, who Olivia needed, and who I was going to hold onto until my last breath.

  "Please, Andrew."

  He paused for a moment, but didn't move his lips from my throat. I felt his intake of breath and the loud exhale. He was making a decision, but there really wasn't a choice for me. I needed him. Now.

  "Tell me, Joss." His lips caressed my collarbone and he nipped me gently. "Tell me what you want because I've wanted you for so long…"

  I tugged on his hair just enough to make him lift his eyes to mine so he could see the sincerity in mine. "I want you to make love to me, Andrew. I'm yours… in every way."

  "Mine," he whispered as his hands tightened their grip on my hips and pulled my body against his. I could feel him hard against my belly and a wave of heat spread down between my legs. He stepped forward, taking me with him, and the backs of my knees hit the bed as I tried to breathe through the current of electricity coursing through me. His hands moved up to the hem of my blouse and met my skin, that one touch branding me and making me shudder with anticipation. His lips were millimeters away from mine and his breath was hot and minty against my mouth. "And I'm yours," he breathed before pressing his soft lips to mine and slowly guiding me down to the bed.

  He kissed me tenderly, passionately and his hands never left my body as he moved us up to the pillows and flicked on the lamp on my nightstand.

  "I need to see you," he growled.

  He slowly started unbuttoning my blouse and my chest heaved with every breath I took. I had never felt this kind of power take over me before, like every piece of me yearned for him, needed him to soothe with his touch and I reveled in it, locked every second of it into my memory. My head started to ache from my heavy breathing, but I wasn't going to let it ruin this, it had ruined too many things for me. Not anymore.

  He pulled my blouse off of my arms, lightly running his fingers over my skin. He kissed the swell of my breasts just above the black lace of my bra and then he was suddenly everywhere. Every piece of skin his lips touched seared in his possession of me.

  Unable to resist, I buried my hands in his hair and pulled him closer as he licked and nipped the sensitive flesh. His hand moved to the front clasp and deftly opened it but didn't attempt to remove my bra, nearly killing me with the anticipation, drawing it out as long as he could. He kissed the now open space of my sternum down to just above my navel. I squirmed a bit nervously as I realized that he would now see the stretch marks from my pregnancy. I had always been careful to keep myself covered up whenever we went swimming and he never gave any indication if he happened to see them. Now, I hoped that the light was dim enough that he wouldn't be able to see how bad they really were.

  "Beautiful," he whispered. "Jocelyn, you are perfect."

  I held back the tears that threatened the back of my eyes and soaked in the love this man had to give me. He thought I was beautiful, flaws and all. He had seen almost every imperfection I carried and it only seemed to make his feelings that much stronger. It excited and confused me all at once. He gave so much to Olivia and me and asked for nothing in return.

  His body rested in the cradle between my legs as he continued to worship my belly. He kissed every stretch mark, every single one, and erased them from my mind. One hand moved to my chest and gently pulled the cups of my bra away from my breasts and I heard him suck in a long breath.

  "Oh God…" he groaned just before he began his assault. He kissed every inch of my torso as my heavy breaths continued to burn my lungs. The sensation of his mouth on my body was almost too much and I had to close my eyes to absorb it all. When he returned to my mouth, he swallowed the whimper that fell from my lips and slowly rolled his hips against me.

  I felt how much he wanted me and moved my hands beneath his shirt while raking my nails across his stomach. His abs were so defined and the muscles clenched every time I passed over them. A low rumble built in his chest which turned me on impossibly more. I pulled his shirt up and he released my mouth just long enough to get it over his head before continuing to devour me.

  When his skin joined with mine, moans escaped from both of us, as if we both had waited forever for the contact and now felt relief from finally having it. He kissed down to my chin, down the front of my throat, between my breasts, his tongue dipped in my navel and he continued down to the waistline of my jeans.

  I removed my fingers from his hair and gripped the blanket beneath me hoping that I still knew how to do this. His fingers shakily unbuttoned my jeans and the sound of metal teeth separating from my zipper echoed through the room and sent liquid heat down to my core.

  Oh yeah, now I remember.

  I opened my eyes and looked down when he paused. He was gazing back at me, his blue eyes telling me everything I needed to know.

  "Andrew…" I pleaded.

  He grinned wryly and began to maneuver my jeans down my legs, leaving my black lace panties behind. "Gorgeous," he sa
id huskily and lifted my right leg.

  I watched as he kissed the arch of my bare foot and then slowly made a path up the inside of my ankle, past my knee, and stopped just before the apex of my thighs where he lingered for a moment before sitting back up and lifting my left leg to do it all over again. As he neared where I needed him most, my body responded by arching toward him. This time, he continued to the lace of my panties and kissed me through the fabric.

  I felt self consciousness creep into my mind, making me a little nervous but it quickly dissolved when I heard the satisfied rumble in his chest.

  I arched my back again and lifted my hips up to him to relieve the increasing ache, but only made him growl deep in his throat, making me tremble and feel desperate for more. He gripped my hips and circled his thumbs around my skin as he branded the most intimate part of me. After a few exquisite moments, his hand replaced his mouth and started to caress me over the thin fabric of my panties as he kissed each of my hip bones.

  "Andrew…" I pleaded again. My hands flew to the sides of his face and lifted his eyes to mine.

  "Don't worry, love. I'll take care of you." He sat up and quickly removed his jeans, throwing them off the foot of the bed followed by his boxer briefs.

  I couldn't stop the flicker of anxiety that I felt take over my expression. It had been so long since I had been with a man. Since I had been with David. And Andrew was… bigger. Everything about him was better, but bigger. I didn't know that I had gasped or made any kind of sound until my eyes moved back up to his and the eager gleam looking back at me told me he knew what I was thinking.

  "I'll be gentle, I promise," he said, still on his knees, displayed for me perfectly and waiting for my assent. I already knew he wouldn't hurt me on purpose, but his promise calmed my fears. I took that moment to drink him in. He was a God. Hard in all the right places and defined to the point where I questioned whether or not he was photo-shopped somehow. My eyes roamed over his entire body hungrily and when I met his eyes again, the look he gave me almost sent me over the edge.

  He liked when I looked at him.

  "God, the way you look at me…" he said roughly and his eyes darkened even more as he took his turn to stare.

  We had casually discussed when our last sexual partners were, once, a few weeks before tonight. Without as many words, we had assured each other that we were both healthy, in that aspect. He had seen me routinely take my birth control pills every morning since we started spending time together, so there was nothing stopping us from taking this next step except the small amount of lace that still covered the last bit of flesh yet to be revealed.

  I leaned up and reached for him and he moved into my arms without hesitation and breathed a sigh of relief. He nestled his body between my thighs and kissed me as he stretched out on top of me, supporting some of his weight on his forearms, but giving me just enough that I was still able to lose myself in him all over again.

  I felt him grind against me and the pressure that had been coiling low in my belly amplified. He wrapped a hand around the back of my knee and hitched my leg over his hip and pressed himself harder against me, creating the friction I had been longing for. His head dropped back down to my chest and his lips wrapped around the stiff peak that had been desperate for more attention. I hissed in a breath and arched into him.

  Closer. I needed to get closer.

  The frustrated moan that I released surprised me, but it ignited him. With a guttural growl, his fingers curled around the band of my panties and tugged hard, ripping them from my body, unwilling to separate from me long enough to remove them properly.

  I had always thought it would hurt if a man ripped my panties off like all the romance novels said, but it only made me greedy for more.

  I felt him at my core and a wave of heat nearly consumed us both. I was more than ready for him and he could feel it. He lifted himself above me just enough to make me wonder if he was going to stop, and I prayed he wouldn't. He seemed to be gathering his control and his body shook with the effort to hold back.

  I closed my eyes, waiting and breathing.

  "Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you." I slowly lifted my eyelids and met his now midnight blue stare. The intensity in his gaze made my breath catch and my heart beat faster, a heady thump pulsing through me. I thought I had been in love before, that I had been loved. Now, I knew with absolute certainty that I hadn't. Andrew looked at me like I was his reason for living, something I had never seen in a man's eyes for me before.

  He kissed me softly, then pulled back just enough to look into my eyes as he thrust into me slowly, tortuously slow, ensuring I felt every glorious inch of him. His eyes were the darkest midnight blue, rapturous, and I held my breath until he was buried deep inside of me, connected to me in every possible way and filling me completely. He dropped his head and buried his face in my neck, groaning softly.

  "I love you… with everything I am."

  His declaration made by insides tighten with need as his body pressed mine into the mattress, but held perfectly still. I could feel both of our hearts beating rapidly as we held each other. I could die right now knowing that I would never be loved like this by anyone but him.

  "I love you, Andrew. I think I always have."

  He kissed me slowly, tenderly, until I couldn't contain myself anymore and my heart felt like it was about to burst. I lifted my hips to make him move and he graciously obeyed, whispering sweet words as he moved against me, in and out, making love to me eagerly and confidently. Savoring me. His lips never left my skin and his impatient hands explored every inch of my body, kneading into my flesh and leaving a warm glow behind.

  The pressure inside me steadily built as his rhythm changed and he gave himself over to me completely. The only sound was our heavy breathing, the rustle of our bodies against the blanket of my bed, and the frequent incoherent sounds we made together as both of us gradually reached for the precipice.

  My muscles tightened, losing the battle of absorbing all the pleasure crashing through me. Andrews hand moved to my bottom and lifted my hips off the bed, changing angles again and thrusting with more force. Higher and higher I climbed, reaching for the release I needed.

  "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come around me," he breathed in my ear, his voice strained and thick, lifting his head again so he could watch me fall apart.

  Our eyes locked and my body detonated at his command. Wave after wave rolled through me as he held me and felt my muscles clench around him. I called out a jumbled version of his name as the orgasm consumed me, lifting me to the sky and then dropping me into the waves of an ocean that didn't want to let me go. He groaned as he thrust into me a final time, allowing my body to pull him through the waves with me, and found his own release, emptying himself into me and whispering my name.

  He collapsed on top of me, breathless and trembling. My arms were heavy, but I wrapped myself around him tightly as he kissed my face and waited as we both drifted back to the shore. He feathered kisses along my jaw, down my neck to my collarbone.

  Too soon, he rolled to the side, disconnecting us, and stretched his body out next to me, pulling me halfway onto him and caressing my back as our heart beats returned to normal.

  I closed my eyes, soaking in the heat of his skin feeling sated and happy and whole.

  "Incredible," he whispered.

  I nestled closer to him and rested my hand on his flat stomach.

  "I can't wait to wake up with you in my arms," he murmured. "I've been fantasizing about that since the first morning I saw you."

  I smiled at the memory of him standing on my porch with a wide eyed stare, wondering if he should be angry or not. "Really?"

  "Really. You had me wrapped around your finger from the moment I laid eyes on you, out of breath and flushed from playing with Olivia."

  I chuckled as I ran my hand across his chest. His skin broke out in goose bumps and I smiled triumphantly seeing the effect I had on him was the same as the one he had on me.
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  "I wasn't too sure about Monty, though. He looked like he was trying to read my thoughts. I think he could sense how turned on I was when you smiled at me. I never thought I would have to try and control my thoughts because of a dog before." He was smiling, though his eyes started to droop. "Now I get to hold you in my arms all night and it is all his fault. If he hadn't been barking that morning, I probably never would have come over."

  I kissed his chest and replied, "I think he knows that."

  "Ha! I wouldn't be surprised." He kissed the top of my head and let out a satisfied sigh still running his fingers over my arm, my shoulder, and back down my back, pulling me closer. "Sleep now, love."

  My eyes drifted shut, "Mmmm. Goodnight, Andrew."

  Chapter 11

  Andrew

  I woke up on Sunday to the sound of Monty running back and forth and Olivia giggling and then a big thud. I smiled and sat up to listen, thinking of what Jocelyn might be doing.

  The other night was incredible and I looked forward to the next time we could spend the night in each other's arms. I didn't want to wake up without her anymore and I didn't want to sleep with her on the other side of a wall. Waking up with her in my arms was just… amazing.

  I had wanted to make love to her again, but we had slept longer than we planned to and Maddy's call came in about 10 seconds after Jocelyn opened her eyes. We didn't get to see each other last night and it was killing me. We were both a little hesitant to spend the night together with Olivia home, not sure how or if it would affect her. Neither one of us were quite sure how to transition, but after spending the night without her, I had no intention of continuing to be apart, even if it was only a few feet away.