When James finally came to bed Jazz was already asleep. He moved quietly towards her naked body. It radiated warmth, and pulled him like a magnet. He needed that warmth. He cuddled into her back and put his hand on her hip. She grunted, wriggled slightly pushing her butt towards him. His hand dropped on her bottom and a little further. Jazz pulled her leg up to her tummy and his fingers slipped inside her. Almost by accident.
She moaned softly, he felt her hips pushing to meet his hand. She wasn’t quite awake, still held in that place between a dream and reality. He wasn’t fully present either, ready to slip into a dream anytime. The thoughts in his head lost all clarity and were now reduced to only sensory sensations. Jazz’s warm, soft skin, her smell, the wetness on his fingers. He replaced his fingers with something bigger and he heard her moan, closely followed by his.
Wonderfully tight. He filled the space completely.
He moved slowly. Warm pressure, Jazz’s heavy breathing and soft sounds she was making added to his world of sensations that was no longer anchored in the present. It floated in different dimensions, only occasionally brought back by Jazz’s moans. A tension increased in his body, it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He moved faster, trying to get away from it, but it was building up more and more. When he could not stand it any longer the tension overpowered him and engulfed him in its pulsating rhythm bringing at last sweet release.
He was asleep.
***
The next morning Jazz woke up feeling a bit sticky. She turned around. James was sleeping next to her, his face very close to hers. She kissed the tip of his nose, and watched his face scrunching. He slowly opened his eyes.
“Morning” He gave her a lazy, unfocused smile.
“Morning” Jazz kissed his lips. “You kadıköy escort came to bed late last night. Did we…?” she asked, trying to work out why she felt so wet.
“I don’t know, don’t remember,” James rolled on his back, yawned and stretched his arms.
“I seem to be more wet and sticky than I should be.” Jazz moved under the covers.
“You’re always wet,” James said with a cheeky smile.
“At least when I check.”
He pulled Jazz towards himself. She straddled him and put her hands on his chest.
“Yes, I know. Inexplicable.” She pouted with a mocking frown.
“Is it only with me or you’re like that on other occasions?” James wanted to know. He squeezed her butt and pulled her closer.
“I wouldn’t know, I’m only with you”
“Would you be inclined to keep it that way?”
Jazz looked into his eyes and studied him for a few seconds.
“What are you asking?” She already had the idea, but thought it better to check.
“Just so you keep it the way it is.”
“How about you?”
James smiled.
“I’m not sleeping around. I wouldn’t have the time even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to…”
“Are you planning to keep it that way?” Jazz smiled back.
“Of course,” he replied immediately and leaned in for a kiss.
Jazz touched his lips with hers and then put her tongue in his mouth. She couldn’t help it. He was delicious.
Shit! Did she just agree to be exclusive with James? It really started to sound like a relationship.
“We need a shower,” James murmured in her ear when Jazz finally managed to tear herself off him. “Come with me. We need to get that stickiness out of you and put some more in.”
He pulled her by the hand to his fancy bathroom, with that fancy shower that Jazz still had troubles adjusting. There was lots of kağıthane escort room there, even with both of them in. He got in first, turned the shower on and fiddled with the settings until a steady stream of steaming water was flowing on his head, his face, chest, stomach and lower to his legs. He closed his eyes and stayed there for a while. Jazz watched the streams and drops traveling on his skin. She had a sudden urge to lick them up.
“Come in…” James said without opening his eyes.
Jazz slipped in the shower next to him, hot water splashed on her face and her breasts. She put her hands on his chest, they were cooler than his skin. James brushed the wet strands of hair off her face, held it in his hands and gave her a long, very wet kiss. She could almost drink from his mouth.
“Turn around” he ordered, getting one of his amazing smelling shower gels. Jazz did as he asked and put her hands on the cool tiles. The next second she felt James’s body touching her from her back to her bottom. Warm and wet. He wrapped his arms around her, put a little of the shower gel on her breast. It felt surprisingly cool. James started leathering it up, from her neck, shoulders, arms and then lower to her tummy. His hands moved slowly, igniting her skin, making her even hotter than she already was. Her nipples under James’s gentle but persistent touch soon turned into small, hard and very sensitive nubs. The familiar tingling started to build up low and deep inside her. James’ hand slid in that direction, but then moved to her butt. He kept one of his hands firmly on her slippery tummy holding her close and another one drawing circles on her bottom, getting closer to the center and then moving away. He was torturing her. She could feel him pressed against her butt. All she wanted now was to feel kağızman escort him inside. Any part of him, deep inside.
James took his time. He repeated the pattern on the other side, digging his fingers into her flesh a bit more. It made her shiver. She could hear his breathing getting heavier when he bit her ear.
Oh, it was so arousing to know that he too struggled to keep cool.
Jazz was once again losing touch with reality. She pushed her hips back, panting. She needed him inside, right now before she loses her mind.
“James…please…” she managed to whisper.
“I know,” he slowly whispered back, dragging his fingernails low across her tummy, “Just a little bit longer…”
“No…now…”
“Always so impatient…” he breathed in her ear, but in a next second she felt him filling her, right to the end.
Oh, yesss!
He pressed her against the tiles with his weight. She could feel their coolness on her face and her breasts.
James didn’t move. Just stayed there pinning her to the shower wall, breathing heavily. Finally he took a two steps back pulling Jazz’s hips with him. She kept her hands on the wall and bent over sticking her bottom up. Then he started to move. Slow but hard. Jazz could feel each thrust almost in her stomach. It was wonderful. Water flowing on her hair and her back felt cooler now. No wonder, her skin was burning.
He increased his pace.
She did not need long. James was so effective in bringing her to the very edge, that it only took a few hard moves from him and her body tensed up with anticipation. A few seconds later, another hard thrust and she felt the warm release flooding her inside, spreading through her whole body, from the top of her head to her toes. So strong that her legs started to tremble.
James’s grip on her hips tightened, he moved faster and soon she felt another wave of warmth when he too came to his release.
He helped her up and held her tight with her back against his chest.
“You see?” she heard his smiley voice, his breathing still uneven “Even more stickiness to wash off now”
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