35. James
Chapter 35
James
A honeyed flush of sunlight filters through the edges of the curtain. I wake to the soft, steady rhythm of April’s breath, deep and peaceful in sleep. The relief when she said she’d be willing to wait if I tour next year was immediate, almost overwhelming. I felt like a selfish bastard—wanting her to say those words, because I know it isn’t a small ask. On top of dealing with her emotions about us, it’s a lot.
I hope I’ve made it clear that this isn’t just some casual fling for me. And seven months … seven months is a long time. A lot can happen. People change. Feelings fade. The thought of being gone, of not being here to hold on to whatever it is we’re building, picks away at me. And yet, when she looked at me and said she was happy to try, it felt like she offered me a lifeline. One I wasn’t sure I deserved but am willing to cling to.
I press a kiss to her head and gently loosen my arms from around her. She murmurs something incoherent, shifting onto her back without waking. A smug smirk tugs at my lips as I slide down her naked body, my hands trailing lightly over her skin. When I reach her thighs, she parts them, welcoming me even in her sleep. Her pussy still glistens with evidence of last night, and my cock twitches at the sight. I part her with two fingers, watching as she opens for me.
Leaning in, I drag my tongue in a slow, hard line from her entrance to her clit, sucking gently before swirling my tongue around the sensitive nub. A soft moan escapes her lips, and her body shivers as she stirs awake. She threads her fingers into my hair, tugging at the strands with a sleepy urgency.
“James,” she whispers, her voice husky as she shifts her hips, pressing herself closer to my mouth, asking me to continue, and I do.
I get to work, lapping eagerly at her centre. She tastes divine as I indulge. Teasing her entrance with two fingers, I feel her body tense beneath me. When she lets out a needy whimper, I slowly slip them inside, feeling her clench around me to pull me deeper. She’s tender, her body arching as I work her with my hand and tongue, coaxing her toward the edge only to slow my movements, making her whimper. I’d do anything to draw that delicious sound from her.
“Does that feel good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“More?”
She hums.
I withdraw my fingers and push the covers off us, exposing our bodies. My hands glide up her smooth calves before I lift her legs over my shoulders, settling her perfectly beneath me, like my own personal feast. At this angle, I can see every inch of her delicious pussy—pink, pretty, and swollen with her arousal.
“Look at you, sweetheart,” I murmur, eyes trailing over her flushed cheeks and the rise and fall of her chest. “Look at how that tight little pussy weeps for me.”
I drag my aching cock through her slickness and her hips shift back and forth, rubbing herself against me.
“Please, James,” she says, her voice a whisper. “I need you inside me.”
That’s all the invitation I need. Lowering my head, I spit onto her pussy and start rubbing my thumb over her clit. Her head falls back, hands gripping the sheets. Lining myself up with her, I push in slowly with a low hiss. Her mouth falls open as she accommodates me. I drag myself out slowly, right to the tip, before driving back in to the hilt, revelling in the way she squeezes me, hot and tight as I start pumping.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” I say.
Pulling out, I grip her hips and flip her onto all fours. With a firm hand, I press her head down into the mattress, arching her back just right, before jamming into her again.
I slide my hand down to where we’re joined, running my fingers through her pussy and coating them. Then, I trail them back to her ass, spreading the moisture around her tight hole in careful preparation.
She gasps, her breath hitching. “James …”
“Do you like that?” I say, my tone low and thick.
“I’ve never done that before,” she says, timidly.
“Do you want me to fuck this tight little hole? Do you want my cock to be the first inside your hot, perfect ass?”
She mewls and nods eagerly in response, rocking her hips back and forth as I coat her asshole. I raise one hand and bring it down with a sharp slap, watching as her flawless skin shifts from pale to a warm, flushed red. I rub the spot tenderly, feeling the heat bloom beneath my palm before striking her again, each slap drawing a needy gasp from her lips. I repeat the motion, over and over, until she’s writhing beneath me, urgent and dripping, her body begging for more.
“Top drawer,” she says, panting.
With my cock still buried inside her, I lean over, sliding the drawer open. A grin spreads across my face as I spot what she’s referring to. I pull out the toy, inspecting it—one arm designed to fill her pussy, the other with a suction attachment for her clit.
“You want me to play with this?”
“Yes,” she says on a breath.
She gasps as I suddenly pull out and flip her back over, lifting her hips to slide a pillow beneath her lower back, giving us both a deeper angle. She hooks her legs over my shoulders, and I admire the perfect view of her milky body.
We lock eyes as I push the long arm inside her hot channel. Her head falls to the side, and a shuddering moan spills from her lips as her eyes squeeze shut, lost in euphoria.
I press the button, and the toy hums to life. I keep it on the lowest setting, vibrating inside her and sucking her clit. I work it steadily, thrusting the toy in and out so it rubs against her walls. I almost blow my load watching her twist her hips, fucking the toy deeper. When I feel her relax further beneath me, I shift, positioning my cock at her tight hole and ever so slowly slip my tip inside.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her breath coming in harder.
“Are you sure?” I murmur, giving her one last chance to change her mind.
“Yes. I need to feel you everywhere, James. Please. I want everything.”
I nudge forward, easing myself further into her. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
She nods, her gaze meets mine. I watch as her body opens for me, inch by inch as I disappear further inside her. A low, keening moan slips from her lips just as a groan rumbles from my chest. “I’m in,” I grunt, my voice thick with praise. “You did so well, sweetheart. Taking my cock so perfectly.”
I synchronize myself with the movements of the toy while the suction teases her clit. She rocks in tandem beneath me, meeting every bit of what I give her. I watch as her stomach muscles tense, her breathing hitches, and tears gather at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity.
“I’m so close.”
“I know, honey. Me too,” I grit out, feeling her clench tighter around me.
I keep my tempo steady, driving my hips as I take her ass. A gush of wetness spills from her pussy, coating my hand, sliding past where I’m buried deep, and dripping onto the sheets as she untethers beneath me. Her voice breaks into a delicious chant. “Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Just as she shatters beneath me, I let go, groaning deep and low. With a few final thrusts—once, twice—I unload inside her, my release surging through me in waves as I bury myself deep.
I click the toy off when she begins convulsing and extract it from her pussy. The suction lets go with a raw, slick sound as it detaches from her sopping clit. Dropping the toy beside us, I lean forward, pressing my forehead against hers as we catch our breath, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks.
Her arms wind around my neck, drawing me in and sealing our mouths together. When she finally releases me, I pull back, eyes locked on hers as I slowly withdraw from her ass. I watch, mesmerised, as my cum leaks out of her ass, dripping down between her cheeks.
“ God, that’s a beautiful sight,” I say, my voice low and thick. “Do you know how much of a turn-on it is knowing that I’m the only man who’s ever taken your tight little ass?”
Her cheeks stain with colour as her eyes hood.
She’s fucking amazing.
Her hair fans out across the pillow like a halo, framing her beautiful face. Her creamy skin glows, tinged with the blush of her orgasm. I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath, entranced by the subtle movement of her breasts.
She’s mine .
“You feel so perfect. You are perfect,” I say, dropping down beside her. I pepper kisses over her shoulders and across her collarbone before wrapping my arms around her. I pull her tight against my chest, our bodies fitting together seamlessly.
“I had no idea sex could be like that,” she says, sounding shy. “James, that was …”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.”
I gently cup her chin, tipping her head back and capturing her mouth with mine. It’s the only way I know how to communicate right now, letting her feel what words can’t express—that I feel it too.
Words fall short of conveying what this moment with her means to me.
So, instead, I show her.