by Lisa Shelby
“Ha! You like what you see and you know it. Hell, I’ll be the first to admit that I more than like what I see when I look at you. I have no shame in telling you that.”
“Well, that’s sweet and all but let’s get back to our agenda for tomorrow,” I say trying to keep him focused.
He plops down next to me and hands me a stack of brochures on places to visit in California. Universal Studios . . . Disneyland . . . Legoland . . . Knott’s Berry Farm . . . Medieval Times and more.
“You pick the place and we’ll go.”
“What? Anywhere? Have you been to all these places? Is there anywhere you want to go?”
“Sweetheart, I don’t care where we go. I think we’ll have a great time no matter what we do. I would say that I’m sorry that your boyfriend Justin Timberlake isn’t playing anywhere (but I’m not) because I would have even taken you to his show if it that was what you wanted to do.”
“Careful there, Georgia. You’re cute and all but I made it pretty clear the other night the seriousness that is my love for Justin Timberlake.”
“Yes, you did. Believe me, it’s clear how strong your feelings are. I cross my heart,” he says as he makes an x with his finger over his heart. “I will never disparage JT in your presence. Now, what will it be for tomorrow?”
As I put on a show of looking at the brochures I already know what I’m going to pick, but I figure I’ll drag it out a bit. I feel him staring at me out of the corner of my eye . . .
“Hmm . . . what to choose . . . what to choose?” I say as though I really have to think about it.
He leans in and puts his chin on my shoulder again and sighs. “You already know where you want to go, don’t you?”
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Read my mind,” I say hitting him with my stack of brochures.
Suddenly, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me, tickling me and saying, “Where are we going, Em?”
All I can do is scream as I laugh my ass off and struggle for air.
“Come on, tell me, Em! Where are we going?” He says as his fingers continue their assault on my sides.
“Ok . . . ok . . . Dis . . . Disneyland!!”
“I knew it!” He exclaims, so proud of himself.
The tickling has stopped and now his legs are straddling my hips as I lay below him. Things suddenly feel a bit more serious as he stares at me from above.
“When was the last time you were there?” He asks as he takes my hands and threads his fingers through mine.
Shyly, I just shake my head from side to side twice.
Now he does get very serious and lets go of my hands as he leans forward and rests on his forearms so he can hover above me while our legs intertwine.
“Gracie, I get to take you to Disneyland for your first time? That is so fucking cool.”
As he says these words his eyes are locked on mine and I just nod my yes to his statement.
“Hey Gracie, I’m going to . . .”
I interrupt him. “Kiss me, Georgia.”
“See you can read my mind too. Now, come here.”
He leans in and our kiss starts soft and slow. He kisses the corners of my mouth and then his tongue lightly brushes across my lips before he actually kisses me. I feel like with each kiss I fall deeper and deeper under his spell. Eventually, his weight falls to my side and he’s half laying on me with his leg over me. As he continues to kiss me, his hand slips just barley under my tank and the feel of his skin on mine is electric. As his hand goes higher our kiss gets more intense and then much to my dismay he pulls away from me.
He climbs over me, stands up and offers me his hand. I can’t help but notice what I was just feeling push into my side is now at eye level and it’s clear I’m not the only one that’s hot and bothered. Once I’m up he pulls a repeat of earlier this afternoon and picks me up so that my legs instantly go around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom with his lips never leaving mine.
“I think this may be more comfortable than that tiny couch,” he says as he pulls the covers back with me still attached to him.
He lays me down horizontally on the bed in the moonlight drenched room while I’m still attached to him. This means he he has to come onto the bed with me, much to my delight. The kisses continue at a rapid pace and our breathing is becoming heavy and loud. I want more of him, fuck, I think I want all of him. As this thought crosses my mind, I start pulling at the back of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He grabs it and throws it aside.
He’s so fucking hot. He’s built and strong and has just enough hair on his chest to be sexy. I can’t help but run my hands all over his chest, over his shoulders and across his back.
“Your turn,” he says but waits a beat while he looks in my eyes to make sure it’s okay.
I lift my arms to signal that I am okay with it and in two seconds my tank is off of me.
“Beautiful,” he whispers as he lays a trail of kisses from my jaw, down my neck and to the swell of my breast. He takes gentle bites at my nipples through the lace of my red bra, but it’s not enough.
“Please take it off, Jonathan,” I say to let him know I am ready to go further. Just in case he’s still trying to be gentlemanly.
“Yes, ma’am.”
My bra is off just as fast as my tank.
“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He says as he takes one nipple into his mouth then lets it go and circles his tongue around it before gently taking a little bite of it.
He’s back up to my mouth for just a moment before he leaves and pays the same special attention to the other nipple.
“I believe in equal treatment in all things,” he says as he rejoins our lips.
“Good to know,” I mumble between our kisses.
He scoots off of me and then stands on the side of the bed and gently tugs me by the legs and scoots me to the edge. He starts to unbutton my jeans but stops and says, “If you want to stop that’s okay, just tell me.”
“Jonathan, please don’t stop. I want this.”
When he hears my reply an almost wild growl escapes him and my jeans are off before I know it and I am left in only my red lace underwear that match my now missing bra.
As I lay before him he takes his shorts off and stands before me in just his black boxer briefs. He is quite the specimen and I cannot believe he’s mine for the taking.
“Not to be a downer or anything but do you have protection?” I ask timidly.
He doesn’t speak to answer me. He just grabs his shorts off of the floor to find his wallet, pulls out the shiny packet and throws it on the bed next to us.
He bends over and starts trailing kisses down the center of my chest between my breasts and down my stomach. He makes a point to avoid my belly button, because after hours of talking he knows that I hate for anybody to go near it. I look down at him to see him watching me as he passes the dreaded belly button and he gives me a wink. He really does hear everything I say.
When his lips hit my hip bone, I feel his hands lightly slide up my thighs and to the sides of my lace thong. He grabs each side and painstakingly slowly pulls them down my legs, past my ankles and over my feet. He then drops them to the floor.
“Jesus, Gracie. I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. You are breathtakingly perfect. I could stare at you in the moonlight like this all night but we’ll have to wait for another time for that. Right now I have to explore this treasure that I’ve just uncovered.”
He pulls his boxers down and good Lord there is a God! If I wasn’t a believer before, I am now. It is clear that this man has been blessed.
Because we’re laying across the bed, he helps me move so that my head is on the pillows. Once we’re situated, he’s back on top of me, and the warmth I feel from his body on top of mine is the best feeling I have ever felt.
He reaches down and strokes me with his fingers and the warmth continues to spread throughout my entire body.
“Oh, Em. You feel as ready as
I do. It feels so good to know that I can do this to you. You are so ready for me, baby,” He says as his fingers continue to rub me in just the right spot so that I am winding up into near explosion! I can feel an orgasm building already and he just started touching me.
As if it can’t get any better, he slides one finger inside me and uses his thumb to keep the momentum going. I am on the cusp of my explosion when he adds another finger and moves in just that special way that suddenly has me seeing stars. He doesn’t stop while I ride out my high and then kisses me senseless.
“Fuck, you feel so tight. I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you. You ready, sweetheart?” He asks with a hint of that southern accent making an appearance.
“Yes. Please. Now.” I say as I try to catch my breath from the ride I was just on and quite frankly haven’t quite gotten off of yet.
I hear the rip of the foil packet and within seconds he is staring into my eyes as he ever so slowly and gently starts to slide into me. I worry for a moment that he’s too big and it’s not going to work, but I just take a deep breath and relax and things fit like a glove.
He closes his eyes and says, “Shit, baby you are so tight and so wet. You feel amazing. You are amazing,” he says as he opens his eyes to look at me while he brings his mouth to mine.
He keeps his slow and steady pace and starts guiding his kisses down my throat and to my breasts. He pays them each special attention. The combination of the slow but steady thrusts of his hips and his never ending teasing of my nipples is about to send me over the edge once again.
“Jonathan, that feels so good. Oh my God! Yes!” I say loudly as my fingernails scrape the back of his head and hold on for dear life. His pace picks up at my words.
“Em, you feel too good and I feel like I have been waiting a lifetime for this. I’m afraid I’m not going to last much longer. You just feel too fucking good!” He says on a thick breath.
We’re both quiet as we watch each other move in perfect rhythm together. I have never felt so high. I can feel things starting to build again and I can tell he’s getting close too. It’s at this moment he reaches down and rubs that magic spot that is just what I need to send me over the edge and out into the next universe. At the same time, he throws his head back, and yells my name and goes right over with me. He collapses on top of me but is sure to not put all of his weight on me. We’re sweaty and breathing hard and just staring at one another. I can’t help but think that what just happened here was not normal. Sex has never been like this for me. This was something special, almost like we were meant for each other. You are so screwed! I tell myself. What am I supposed to do now?
“Thank you Emily, that was . . . I don’t even want to ruin it by trying to find the right word to say what it was so, just thank you,” he says quietly and punctuates it with a soft kiss and a lingering stare into my eyes that truly says more than any words ever could.
He carefully rolls off of me and walks to the bathroom in all his glory to clean up, comes back and crawls in next to me. He pulls the covers over us as he turns us on our sides so we’re spooning. He gently glides his hand up and down the length of my body as he places light kisses across my shoulder and I fall asleep in his arms.
Jonathan
I’m having the best dream of my life. I’m at the beach cottage with my sweet Gracie and she’s waking me up with soft kisses to my chest as her hand travels down my stomach and is ever so gently rubbing me to life. Shit, I hope this dream never ends, it feels so real. I can even hear her saying my name. Shit, it’s so real I can feel her breath on my chest when she speaks.
When I feel the slight tug of my nipple with her teeth, I finally open my eyes and look down at the most beautiful site I have ever seen.
“Hi,” she whispers.
Emily is nestled into my side with her leg wrapped around one of mine. Her head is up, and she’s looking at me as her chin rests over my heart and just as in my dream her left hand is busy bringing me back to life.
“Hi there,” I barely get out.
“I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep,” she says dreamily.
Her hair is all over the place and even though I didn’t think it was possible, she is hotter in this moment than any that have come before.
“Well, it’s only right that I help you solve your problem and help you pass the time until you fall back to sleep. I like what you’re doing right now but I have an even better idea.”
She places a kiss over my heart and then flicks her tongue over my nipple. As she continues to circle my nipple with her tongue she lifts those beautiful deep blues’ up to my hazels and says, “What’s your idea, Georgia?”
Holy shit, every second with her is hotter than the last. This new seductive, sexy version of her, that wakes me in my sleep because she’s horny, is unexpected. And so fucking amazing all at the same time. I need to show her just exactly what I have in mind.
She squeals because in one swift motion I’m on top of her.
Her hair is fanned out underneath her and she looks like a freaking angel.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper into her ear as I take her right arm and place it above her head and then bring the left one up.
I lace my hands through hers, slide down her torso and her nipple is mine for the taking. I torture her like she did me and flick the perfect bud with my tongue. She squirms under me but I still have her hands so she can’t move. I take my time with one nipple and move over to the other perfect bud.
I lay a kiss between her two awe-inspiring breasts and release her fingers from mine. Slowly, I slide down her body as my hands glide down her arms and then to her sides. I work my way down her stomach and my lips reach her pelvic bone as I kiss and lick every inch that I can without actually touching what I know she is desperate for me to touch.
“I’ve been dreaming about tasting you, Gracie.”
I hear her inhale and stiffen a bit at my words but one pass of the tip of my tongue and she relaxes and instantly has her hands on the back of my head to guide me.
“Hmmm . . . you like that do you?”
“Yes, it feels freaking fantastic, Jonathan. Please don’t stop,” she begs.
At the same moment that I fulfill her request and return to her I also slide in one finger very slowly and she moans her appreciation so I add one more.
“Jonathan! Yes! Just . . . Like . . . That!” she growls.
I pick up my speed and can feel her start to tighten and I know she’s close, so I change it up and slow it down. I do this a few times hoping to draw this out and make it last. I know it’s cruel to bring her so close and then deny her but I don’t hear her complaining. I am not sure why but when it comes to her I love to know that I can control making her feel so good. I have never cared before but with her it’s different. I want to be the cause of all of her orgasms and I get off teasing her with them.
This time when I speed things up and I feel the throbbing of her approaching orgasm I decide it’s time to let her have what she’s been patiently waiting for.
“Don’t hold back baby, take what I’m giving you and give me what I want. I want to feel you on my fingers and taste you in my mouth.”
At my words I feel her tense and then she’s pulsing around my fingers. She just keeps pulsing and throbbing. The fact that I’m doing this to her fucking turns me on like nothing ever has before. This girl is rocking my world, and all that matters to me right now is that I am doing the same to her.
Her words are incoherent until she screams my name one last time with her back arched. I help her ride out her pleasure with my fingers as she slowly comes back down to earth.
She’s breathing heavily as I climb back up her body and settle in next to her while I draw figure eights over her torso with my fingers. I don’t say anything just yet, letting her settle.
“That was a great idea, Georgia,” she huffs out as she catches her breath.
I roll onto my back and can’t help the laugh that come
s pouring out of me. I don’t know what it is about her. A minute ago, I was experiencing one of the hottest moments of my life and now I am laying here laughing like a kid. This is what she does to me, everything. She. Is. Everything.
I feel her roll onto her side and as she cuddles against me and I can tell she’s getting sleepy again. I can feel her hand start to slide down my stomach as she says, “Your turn now.”
I put my hand over hers to stop her. “No more, sweetheart, you’re tired and about to fall asleep. That was the plan, wasn’t it?”
“Well, that wasn’t my original plan but if that was yours it looks like it worked. That doesn’t mean I have to go to sleep right now. After what you just did to me I would feel horrible if I didn’t repay you for your kindness,” she says on a yawn.
“As great as that sounds I’m more than fine right now and don’t need you to repay my kindness in any way. Besides, if you don’t think that was good for me too, baby, you are mistaken.”
“Are you sure?”
“More than sure. Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I kiss the top of her head, pull the covers over us and lay there trying to figure out how I’m going to let her go in just a matter of days.
I’ve never been the kind of guy to have a lot of serious girlfriends; I’ve never really fallen for somebody before. I love women and it’s not like I’m a virgin. I have taken advantage of life in Southern California, but I have never been in love. I don’t know if this is love but I know for certain I have never felt like this before. I feel excited and content all at once. It feels like I finally know what my sole purpose in life is, and it’s to protect this now sleeping woman and make her happier than she’s ever been.
Even before we had sex tonight, I thought she was different. After sex with her, I know she’s different. We fit together perfectly; almost like we were made for each other. I know that once she’s gone I’ll never be the same again.
Would You Wait for Me
Emily
It’s Saturday night and here I sit with Cami, Steph and Sam while Jonathan and his ‘boys’ play pool. My eyes never leave him while I tell the girls all about our time together.
