“Jamie … I …” The closeness of her body was almost too much.
“Umm,” she responded as she swayed, brushing her body next to mine.
“I love you,” I whispered against the warm skin of her neck.
Her body froze. She pulled back to study me. The breeze of her sharp movement emphasised the blush of embarrassment that I felt sweep up my neck, covering my face. I could see her chest rising and falling, her breathing was coarse. Had my words done that?
The song continued.
I’d rather live in his world than live without him in mine.
I realised how true those words were. Jamie needed to be central in my life. We were meant to be together. I was grateful for the time and space she had given me to explore my feelings, but now I had to show her how I felt.
“I love you, too,” she whispered in reply.
Her hand reached up, caressing the side of my face as a wide smile broke out across hers. We were both frozen, lost in the weight of our words. We’d done it, found each other again after being so cruelly separated. I leant forward slightly, she met me halfway. Her lips were frighteningly soft against mine, her slow movement was driving me crazy, her tongue gently slipping into my mouth. She was holding back as if not wanting to rush me, or afraid I’d freak out again. The calming sounds coming from the TV were replaced by noise that quickly offended my ears, and Jamie’s, judging by the groan that emanated from her throat. She gently pushed me back towards the worktop island, grabbing up the remote control. Whoever Jules Holland’s next guest was, he wasn’t favoured by either of us.
Silence filled the room as she switched off the television. I held my position pressed against the side of the island. Jamie looked unsure of her next move as she locked eyes with me. I ran my hand up the side of her neck, softly cupping her face.
“I promise I won’t run away this time,” I whispered.
A small smile appeared on her face before I covered her lips with mine.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I said, taking her hand.
Leading her upstairs, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of which bedroom to go in. I chose what had become my room. I wanted her in my bed.
My room was dark in comparison to Jamie’s, the light from the landing casting long shadows of our figures across the floor. Releasing her hand, I turned to face her. The smile that had stretched across her face downstairs had faltered a little.
Standing in front of her, I stripped off all my clothes, discarding them on the floor. Jamie’s dark eyes bore into mine as she stepped towards me. Her hands reached for my waist as she pulled me into her arms. Her grip was strong as her wrist cast dug into my back. I felt a chill run through her body even though she was still clothed.
“Are you okay?” Her breath was hot against my skin as she drew back to look at me. “I only want to be with you … I don’t want to be with anyone else … ever.” Her voice was soft, hardly above a whisper.
I cocked my head to the side. “Are you asking me to marry you?” I asked boldly.
“Maybe I will … later.” Her confidence renewed, she edged forward, pushing me towards the bed. Falling back, Jamie landed on top of me, quickly capturing my lips. I slid my hands under her T-shirt, enjoying her warm skin and the movement of her muscles as we advanced up the bed as one.
“I think you’ve got too many clothes on,” I said quickly, between her overwhelming kisses.
Jamie’s reply was to struggle out of her clothes as she lay on top of me. Pushing up her vest top, she moved her hands above her head to assist in its removal. Flipping her over, I yanked at her shorts, pulling them over her hips. She wriggled out of them, kicking them to the floor. Her warm, naked thighs quickly enveloped mine, her heels digging into my calves as she pulled our bodies together. I kissed her softly at first, running the tip of my tongue along the length of her bottom lip before slipping it inside. A groan of approval and frustration emanated from her as a hand snaked around my neck, burying itself in my hair, deepening the kiss.
Slipping a hand between our bodies, I found a warm handful of breast. Massaging it with my hand, I felt the firm nipple arise under my thumb. A hip thrust almost lifting me off the bed told me I was focusing in the wrong area. Leaving the breast, my hand headed further south. The monster-like grip on my thighs relented as I moved my body to get better access to hers. Cupping her mound, I could feel how wet she was already. Slipping two fingers between her swollen lips, they were instantly bathed in her excitement. Removing my fingers I used them to spread her juices up her shaft to her hardened clit, circling it several times before returning to her entrance. I could feel the wetness between my own thighs as Jamie writhed beneath me. Pushing two fingers slowly inside the welcoming wetness, Jamie’s breath caught in her throat. Releasing my lips, she stretched her neck, releasing a low groan as I retrieved my fingers before pushing them back inside as far as they could go with a little more force. Sucking a nipple into my mouth, I lazily flicked it with my tongue in time with my fingers moving inside her. I could feel her thrusting against me, seeking release as she got closer to the edge.
“Oh, God.” Her whispered words were followed by what sounded like a cry of pain as she came. I feared for a moment I’d hurt her as her throbbing entrance clutched at my fingers. Withdrawing my fingers, I reached up, cupping the side of her face.
“Jamie … are you okay?”
Her eyes were glassy. I attempted to wipe away an escaping tear with my thumb as it fell. Her attempt to nod was constrained by the pillow wedged next to her head.
“I never stopped loving you,” she whispered breathlessly.
Her words hung in the air between us. I quickly moved forward, capturing her lips with mine. Pulling back, I levelled my eyes to hers. “I know.” I allowed a small grin to appear on my face, hoping it would lighten her mood. “And I love you even more for that very fact.” I moved forward to kiss her again as Jamie took the opportunity to turn the tables. Gripping me firmly, I marvelled at her sinewy strength as she rolled me over, landing on top.
Jamie immediately pushed her hand between my thighs, pushing them apart. “You’re so wet.” Lifting her frame from mine, a knee pressed against my centre. As she focused her kisses on my mouth, a hand slipped to my breasts, pinching my already hardened nubs. Instantly sending electric pulses to my already aching clit, I could only press harder against her knee to find relief.
Releasing my lips, Jamie kissed her way down my chest. I wanted to push her, to quicken her progress, but I knew she wouldn’t be rushed. I watched her settle between my thighs, a playful look on her face as she pushed my lips apart, exposing my hardened clit. Cool air washed over it before it was engulfed in hot lips. All the air left my lungs in relief as her tongue battered it. I gripped the sheets to steel myself for the onslaught.
As I started to climax, she slowed her movements, dragging out every glorious second. It felt wonderful and left me totally breathless. A second later, I came hard against her mouth. Her continued lapping at my juices produced a number of aftershocks, much to her giggly amusements as I squirmed against the bed. Exhausted, I managed to release her fingers gripping my hips and pull away from her clutches.
Her amused face appeared above me as she captured my lips once more, I tasted my salty juices on her lips. Pulling back Jamie rested the side of her head on my chest, catching her breath.
“I’d forgotten how good the view is out of that window.”
I looked to the side, seeing the framed image of the sand dunes in the moonlight.
“I love waking up to it in the morning, the noise of the grass in the breeze.”
We were both quiet for a moment until Jamie spoke. “You know when you said you dreamt about us being together.”
“Yes,” I said in a curious voice as she turned her head to face me.
“I used to daydream about situations where I would meet you again, like maybe in Manchester after a phone call from James telling me your memory had returned or there�
��d be a knock at my door and you’d be there with a big grin on your face.”
I smiled at her words; it only confirmed to me that we were meant to be together. “I see. Not scaring the shit out of you with a rake in the car park then?”
Jamie grinned. “No, I can honestly say that hadn’t crossed my mind.”
“What would I say when we met?” I asked, wondering how far she had taken it.
“I never got that far.”
“Why not?” I asked, as Jamie adjusted her position, settling alongside me before answering.
“I never thought you’d forgive me for the decision I made.”
Turning my body to face hers, I made firm eye contact in the dim room. “There’s nothing to forgive.” I kept my voice soft as I reached for her, running my hand along the top of her shoulder, gently gripping the soft skin of her neck. I had come to terms with it; she needed to as well. Knowing she hadn’t been able to cut all ties with me, with us, meant so much to me. “It was a terrible situation. You need to forgive yourself and move on.” Leaning forward, I kissed the weak smile from her lips.
I held her securely as she buried her face against my shoulder, running my hand up her lower back. She pulled back a little brighter faced. Using the back of my hand, I gently rubbed the side of her face.
“I know it’s been difficult lately … I’m sorry for that.”
“I’m not going to lie; it’s been pretty hard being with you, but not being with you.”
“I know … I heard you the other night.” I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face.
She looked up at me, frowning. “What do you mean?”
I really didn’t want to have to spell it out. I wished I hadn’t even brought it up. “When you were … masturbating.” I said in a low tone.
“What?”
“I got up to go to the bathroom … I heard you in your room.”
“Oh my God!” She turned away, covering her face and ears. Thankfully I heard a slight giggle emanating from her chest. Reaching up, I pulled at a hand covering her ear nearest to me.
“I thought about walking in, but I thought that might be a bit weird.” I pulled her hand away, bringing it to my lips. “Come on … It’s perfectly normal. You don’t need to be embarrassed with me. I love you.”
“Does it help if I say I was thinking about you?”
“I think there’s a compliment somewhere in that,” I said with a laugh.
Jamie rolled back over, settling on her side to face me, a slight blush still present on her cheeks. “I thought about your lips and how soft and inviting they are.” Her eyes were vibrant as they locked on mine. Using a finger, she traced the outline of my lips before softly holding my chin as she kissed me firmly. Pulling back to look at me, her head propped up on her hand. “I thought about your other lips, too.” Her hand trailed down my neck, between my breasts. I watched her fingers splay out as they continued down over my stomach, cupping my hip before slipping over my thigh, grazing the edge of my lips as she pushed my thighs further apart. I felt my breath hitch at her touch, anticipating her next move.
“I thought about how smooth and soft they are … how I like to trace my finger along here …” Her finger ran the length of my outer lips. The touch was soft and maddening as I swallowed down a low moan. A ghost of a smile appeared on her face at my reaction. Moving her fingers back down, she gently parted my lips, my breath faltered again before I could stifle it. “… and then how I like to explore you … fully.”
Her eyes still on mine, it was becoming a battle of wills as her fingers grazed my opening before moving up my shaft to my quickly aching clit. She softly pinched it between her fingers before moving back down to my opening, pushing a finger deep inside. Pulling out, she added another before slowly pushing deep inside again. I closed my eyes, thrusting my hips in time with her movements as we both gasped at our actions. I let out another groan as Jamie nuzzled closer into my neck, depositing kisses between my heavy breaths. Retrieving her fingers, Jamie quickly moved her body on top of mine, slipping her thigh into my wetness as she kissed me. Running my hands down her back, I pressed her tighter against me as her body rubbed alongside mine.
Jamie pulled back, meeting my eyes. “I thought about some of the times when we’ve made love.”
With no warning, Jamie rearranged our bodies. Pushing my knee up, she began scissoring me. I subconsciously arched my back, craving more pressure as her eyes found mine again. Every movement she made as she abraded my clit brought me closer to orgasm.
“I know you like it when we come together.”
More movement. She flattened her body to mine again as she continued her grinding movements. “I know you like it like this … connected, so I can kiss you as you come.” Her lips found mine again as a hand reached past me to grab the headboard, steadying her position. I held her against me, pressing down her ass as she moved against me. I could feel the tension rise in my stomach as I clenched my glutes to press into her. Our breathing was ragged.
“Is that good?” Jamie whispered in my ear.
“So good … Don’t stop,” I said breathily. I could hear a tap-tap above my head as the headboard knocked against the wall behind the bed with our movement.
“I won’t stop till you come … I want you to say my name as you come.”
I gripped a cheek of her ass as I felt my orgasm head straight for me. “Oh God, Jamie! I’m so close.”
“Yes!” Her groan of release filled my ears as mine quickly followed.
“Jam … ieee!” I blurted, releasing a low moan as my body shuddered under hers. Her lips were hot on my neck as I tried to catch my breath.
Jamie flipped over onto her back, exposing our now salty, wet bodies to the cool air. If this was the kind of sex we had for seven months it’s not surprising I couldn’t bear to let her go.
“We’ve certainly christened this bed again,” I said with a wide grin, knowing the reaction it would bring. I felt her eyes on me before she spoke.
“You knew it was my bed from York?” she asked.
“I thought it was. Now I know it was.” My giggle at my own nifty brainwork was cut short as Jamie scrambled on top of me again, planting her hands firmly either side of my shoulders.
“Oh really, and what else do you know?”
“That I love you, and I should definitely have walked in on you the other night.”
Chapter 20
My vision still blurry from sleep, I staggered along the landing to the stairs. My movements were in sharp contrast to Murphy, who seemed to throw herself from the top step to the bottom in two seconds flat. Jamie and I had officially been reunited for only a week, but it felt so much longer considering how much I’d already been living here with her. We were still in the sex-crazed honeymoon stage, my favourite part. I quickly dismissed any question of if this was how good it felt the first time. This was a fresh start for both of us. We deserved it. Rubbing my eyes as the bright light from the front door reached me, I felt my foot falter as it attempted to find solid ground in the step below. Instead, my foot rolled forward, forcing my whole body backwards. With fear in my heart, I reached out, grappling for the handrail on my left, but only managed to grab a spindle on my way down. It softened my blow a little as I fell back against the jagged shape of the stairs behind me, sliding to the bottom. I could see the offending article as it danced along the floor below. I remained in position for a second, still in shock; I’d been cuddled up in bed only moments before.
“Fuck!” I managed to say through winded lungs then an inescapable need to see if I was injured took over. Rushing to my feet, I checked my limbs from top to bottom. Murphy then made an appearance, rounding me up, no doubt to see what the delay was. “Fucking fuck!” I said with a little more force, venting my spleen before I caught sight of Murphy’s slight cower, then immediately felt terrible.
“Are you okay?” a voice said from above.
I looked up to see Jamie, stark naked at the top of the stairs. I c
ould feel an ache begin to develop in my back. Using both hands, I rubbed at my lower portion.
“Yeah. I think Murphy’s trying to punish me for not getting up earlier.”
“What happened?” Jamie asked as she began descending the stairs towards me.
“Slipped on her Kong.” I held a hand up to stop her in her tracks. “Not that I want you to, but I think you might need to put some clothes on before you come down here.”
“Good point,” she replied with an arched eyebrow.
Stretching my back as I walked into the kitchen, I let Murphy out before making a start on breakfast. Warm hands made their way up my back, lifting my T-shirt, as I waited for the kettle to boil.
“Looks a bit red.”
“I’ve been rubbing it,” I replied.
“That doesn’t surprise me.” Arms wrapped around me from behind as warm lips brushed my neck. “Now go and sit down while I make breakfast.”
***
I felt another object hit my leg, then another brushed my arm. The snuffling and crunching to my right told me that Murphy was her accomplice and eating the evidence. A wet nose nudged my leg to get to her latest tasty morsel. I slowly opened my eyes, seeing Murphy standing to my right wagging her tail. Her attention was drawn expectantly to the other side of the room. I followed her line of sight, spotting my adversary, who quickly ducked behind the kitchen island. I saw only a hand reach up and grasp more ammo, which, by the look of the tipped-up cereal box, were Cheerios. More Cheerios quickly came my way as the furry dustbin started working overtime to gather them up. I looked back across to the kitchen, estimating Jamie’s location.
“I know you’re over there. I can see you launching your missiles.”
I heard a slight giggle as a hand searched for more projectiles followed by shuffling, no doubt to get a better launch site.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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