Hold My Hand & Jump

Jaime had insisted I go on and get ready for bed after the movie ended, while he finished the last little bit of cleaning up that needed to be done. We had a little tradition of watching Labyrinth on our anniversary, although it was our favorite movie so we never needed an excuse to watch it. It was our only real tradition; at least, it was the only one that had lasted all these years. The past four, in retrospect, had disappeared on me, but I was content with living in the moment with my boyfriend. Other than our anniversary, I never counted the days, but simply wished for many more. My day today had gone just the way I wanted it to, and I’d never felt so in love with my boyfriend. I was still buzzing from it all.
It took one look, one tiny second and I ruined it. I ruined all of it.
I had just started to take off my makeup when I noticed it. Reaching up in the medicine cabinet for the makeup wipes had pulled my shirt up and I was fixated on my waist, on my hips, on my thighs, and especially my stomach. All of it disgusted me. The stress of starting school again must have really gotten to me. I had gained so much weight… all that progress I made, all gone. I turned this way and that, checking out all the angles hoping it would make me feel better. Wrong. I ate so much tonight. Have I looked that bloated all night? My hands ran over the soft skin, and I resisted the urge to claw at it. It wouldn’t have done anything. But oh, God, I wished it would’ve. You’ll just have to start over. And try harder this time.
Unexpectedly, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist; Jaime’s chin rested on my shoulder, and I looked at him in the mirror. “Hey, beautiful.”
My cheeks reddened. His hands were clasped and resting on my stomach; I laid one hand on top of his and smiled. “Hiya, handsome. You all done?”
“Nope, but all I need to do is put my clothes in the washer and pick up the popcorn you threw at me.”
“I did not deliberately throw popcorn at you. You told me to throw it so you could catch it with your mouth.”
Jaime chuckled, and kissed my shoulder. “Anyway, I’ll be a couple more minutes. I just came in to put my phone on the charger. And to see your pretty face,” he grinned, and kissed my cheek.
Our bodies swiveled, and I pressed my chest to his, looking up at him. “Well, hurry, cariño, I’ve waited all day to be alone with you,” I purred.
He raised an eyebrow, and the glint in his eyes made me think he took in a different way than I meant. Not that I was complaining… “Well, just finish getting ready and I’ll be right in, I promise,” he smiled, kissing my lips quickly. “And make sure whatever you change into is comfortable.” He kept his face close to mine when he spoke, our lips brushing together. “Although I guess it doesn’t matter, it’s all coming off anyway.” Then he was gone from me, off to finish the menial tasks he had assigned himself, that truly could have waited until the morning. I watched him in the mirror; he put his phone on the charger then left the room, mumbling under his breath, “You remind me of the babe, the babe with the power…” Normally I would have laughed, but he left me breathless, yearning for his kiss. Truthfully, I’d forgotten about our passionate exchange early this morning… until now. What was it that he had promised me? Oh, yes: You and I will have all night.
I usually was not very fond of lingerie; Jaime and I had become so close over the years that nudity around each other felt just as comfortable and normal as wearing clothes. However, his tone, his mannerisms, had me thinking tonight could get very interesting, and I wanted to look my best for him. Even though it was going to come off anyway, and knowing him, it wouldn’t take long, I wanted him to hate to see it go. My initial decision was the pastel pink balconette with the matching panties, but after I took them out of the drawer, I noticed the lace bustier and the thong to go with it. They were quite literally cherry red and essentially see-through; it didn’t really leave much to the imagination but Jaime didn’t need to wonder. Lace, see-through, and push-up? Plus, it was red? I remembered why I bought the set, it had my boyfriend written all over it. I had only worn these a few times, reserved them for special occasions, I guess. Tonight was special, wasn’t it?
I slipped them on and inspected every angle in the mirror, hoping what Jaime would see would be better than what my reflection showed me. The doorknob clicked as it turned, there was a faint squeak, then it clicked shut. I turned and leaned against the bathroom counter, eager to face him as he walked into the bathroom. He had already taken off the button-up, only wearing a white, short sleeve tee. He was kicking off his shoes by the doorway when he noticed me; he raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath in and out. “After all this time, you still know how to make me feel so god damn lucky you’re mine,” he whispered. His strong hands roamed my body; with one hand on my ribcage and the other on my thigh, he lifted me up and onto the counter and stood between my legs. His kiss was so powerful, he had me leaning backwards. I reached up to tangle my hands in his hair, pulling just enough to elicit a slight moan from him in between kisses. In return, he pressed his fingers into my hips, sending a shiver up my spine. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Good choice,” Jaime hummed, his voice low and husky in his throat. “I might let you keep this on for a while, let me enjoy the way you look in it.”
I laughed softly, a grin enveloping my face as I tossed my head back. Jaime took advantage of this; his lips on my soft skin made it hard for me to talk. “I was hoping you’d have a hard time taking this off.”
“Oh, I never said that,” he said. He took my small frame in his arms, one arm around my back and the other under my legs, and moved us to a better spot on the counter, where I was leaning against the wall instead of the mirror. He slowly, teasingly slipped the thong off; I lifted my legs to make it easier. Then, he was against me again, his hand in between us. “That needed to come off,” he breathed in my ear, leaving the occasional kiss on my neck as he worked his fingers in circles.
“It was necessary,” my breath faltered. My eyes fluttered shut and I had to bite my lip.
“My goodness, you haven’t been like this all day, have you?” Jaime asked; he slipped a finger inside, slow at first, but the curling motions he made were quick.
I was unable to answer; my fingernails dug into his back, his skin protected by his shirt.
His lips were less affectionate now, showing only aggressive desire as he left love bites by my earlobe and on my collarbone. “I would feel awfully terrible if I’ve made you wait.”
“Shut up, you’re a tease and you know it,” I breathed. He continued to curl his finger, sending the sensation of bliss in the smallest waves; as if he knew I needed more, his thumb found the little bundle of nerves, and moved in the smallest circles. My heart rate started to increase.
“Yeah, I just like watching you squirm,” he smiled. His hand then ceased all motion, and there was that deep tone of his, right in my ear again. “I also like hearing you beg.”
I wasted no time; there was no way he was going to do this to me. “Please don’t stop,” I breathed. “I want you to touch me.”
“Like this?” He pondered aloud, slipping in another finger and curling them both.
A moan escaped my lips; there was a thin sheet of sweat across my skin, but it wasn’t sweat between my thighs.
He must have liked the way his name fell off my lips because he pumped deeper, and faster. “Just like that, huh?” He was silent for some time, letting my moans and gasps echo off of the walls. “But you want something else, don’t you?”
I leaned my head up, made eye contact, and licked my lips, hoping he’d get the hint. He stopped for a second, and made sure to maintain eye contact when he licked his fingers. Then, his arms were around me once more, scooting me to the edge of the counter, replacing his fingers with his lips. “Oh my God, Jaime,” I mouthed. My fingers found themselves in his hair again, pulling every time a wave came over me. The harder I pulled, the more he moaned, sending vibrations against my wetness. “Don’t stop,” I begged in between gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” My thighs began to shake and I grinded against Jaime’s face; it was to no avail, however, because he hooked my legs in his arms and held them in place. “Oh God, yes, yes,” I cried. The waves of increasing pleasure were coming every few seconds, and I was left breathing through clenched teeth, moaning as I bit my lip. “Don’t stop, cariño, more, more, please…”
To my intense displeasure, he stood up, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the counter. My legs wrapped around him, and he held me tight against him, our lips colliding. “Later, amor,” he whispered. “I doubt you want to do this on the bathroom counter.” Without another word, he stepped backwards into the bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and we shared a passionate kiss before I wordlessly stepped away from him; this time, I was between his legs… but I wasn’t standing.
I made sure to keep my eyes locked with his as I undid his belt and slid his jeans off. He removed his boxers and tossed them to the other side of the room; I licked my palm and reached for him. He was the one who broke the stare, moaning ever so softly as his eyelids blinked shut. I wasn’t so much of a tease as him, and I wasn’t so inclined to make him beg for my mouth. “Oh, my God, Ama,” Jaime breathed. He swept the hair away from my face, becoming increasingly unable to hold his composure. “Is this why you didn’t wear lipstick today? Or did you take it off?”
I ran my tongue up his length and winked.
“You dirty girl,” he laughed. His train of thought went right back to this, apparently, because not a few seconds later he was back to moaning my name. After a few more minutes of this, I had driven him crazy. “Wait, Amabella, wait,” he whispered; I stood up, holding myself against him. Both of my hands cradled his face, my thumbs on the underside of his jaw, and kissed him; he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I broke away from him long enough to toss the bra to the side, and for him take off his shirt and socks. I didn’t even notice in the midst of our kiss that we had switched positions; I was now on my back against the sheets and he was looming over me. I did notice, however, when his hand returned to my center, rubbing long, hard circles before entering me again. “Still wet, I see,” he murmured, his slow pumping motions prompting me to moan out for him.
“Jaime,” I whined; he remained close to me, our chests almost touching, his face close to mine. I reached up and dragged my nails down his back, not hard, just light enough to almost make him wiggle. “Don’t tease me.”
“Oh, but that’s my favorite thing to do, you practically said it yourself,” he laughed softly. His lips tickled my ear when he spoke. “What do you want from me, amor?”
“You,” I gasped. I couldn’t take it, my own hand reached down, but he grabbed it and pinned my arm down against the bed.
“Tell me what you want, Ama,” he growled.
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed in his ear.
It was a seamless transition; his hands left my body, then he pushed himself into me, tantalizingly slow. We were motionless, admiring the way our bodies felt around each other, like puzzle pieces. Jaime towered over me, holding himself up by his arms, his hands on either side of my head. He pressed his lips to mine as he moved almost all the way out, then all the way back in. “Oh, Ama,” he sighed; it wasn’t long before he picked up the pace.
“Oh, my God,” I cried, arching my back. “Jaime, just like that…” He kissed me deeply as he found a rhythm; it wasn’t long before I was gasping for air again. My legs were wrapped around his waist; my fingers were in his hair. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air, as did our moans and sweet whispers to each other. He filled me completely, every movement bringing me closer to the edge, every touch making me want him that much more. It wasn’t enough, I needed more. “Harder,” I breathed.
He granted my wish immediately, slamming into me suddenly. I pressed my face into his shoulder to keep from screaming. It was just once though, only once, and then he continued at that same damn rhythm. I was smart about it, though; I knew all of his weak spots, and I was going to get what I wanted eventually. Jaime collapsed onto his elbows, closing the gap between our bodies even further.
Another rush came over me, but a different one this time. It was simple, quiet rapture. Jaime and I had a connection that I had yet to find the correct words to explain. Sometimes, all I needed to feel better was to feel him next to me, to be touching him, to be near or around him. Being intimate made me feel so whole, so complete. I loved him and trusted him enough to expose myself, to show him a part of me that was just for him. For him to show that he felt the same would always fill my heart with happiness.
Jaime wove his fingers in my hair and pressed his forehead to mine; his slow, heavy breaths and his gentle movements were so arousing, so sensual. It felt good to calm down from the desire, the insistence, and to just enjoy being so close to each other. “I love you,” he moaned in the softest of tones.
“Mm,” I hummed. With one hand, I gently pushed his face away from mine so I could kiss his cheek; he straightened his body out so he was still just as close, but hovering over me in a way. I left tiny little kisses on his jawline while lightly scratching my nails up and down his back. “I love you,” I whispered back.
After some time, his hard exhales evolved into soft moaning, growing louder and louder. Just as I was beginning to feel some of that bliss, Jaime stopped, kissed my neck, and moved off of me. “Come here,” he suggested, and sat in the middle of the bed, his back against the pillows. As I crawled toward him, he leaned his head all the way back and grinned at me. “Do you realize how beautiful you look right now?”
I hadn’t yet moved to straddle him, but stopped short, on my knees but still close to him. My cheeks went red, and I smiled. “We’re already fucking, Jaime, you don’t need to sweet-talk me or convince me.”
Jaime took it humorously, but not as much as I wanted him to. “Come on, don’t be like that, amor,” he rumbled, beckoning me to come closer with a finger under my jaw. When we were face to face, he placed his hands on either side of my jaw and kissed me. He left confessions of his love on my lips, cheeks, nose and forehead; as he did this, his hands slipped to just underneath my ribcage, and his lips traveled to my jaw, neck and shoulders. “I think you look beautiful when you’re so lost in the moment that you’re not worried about how you look,” he professed.
During our fervent exchange, I had moved on top of him, but nothing more than that. He brought his lips to meet mine just once, then pushed me away enough to look me in the eye. His warm, brown eyes had been so dark and full of need just minutes ago, but now they were soft and full of a quiet craving. A vibrant desire radiated off of his bare, sweaty skin, but his touch and his stare were nothing but loving; it was like a desire to take care of me instead of himself. I knew the feeling; I felt that for him. “I love you,” I whispered, still blushing. “I really do.”
“I really do love you too, mi amor,” he smiled. Our hands met in the middle, resuming where we left off. “Fuck, oh my God,” he breathed as I sank down onto him. We spent a few minutes fiddling with our position, trying to get comfortable, and once we did, oh, God. There were no words, just our quiet, synchronized movements. The closer we got to reaching our highs, the more the tone, the mood changed. Jaime’s fingers left imprints on my curves, yearning for me, desperate for me to come closer, desperate to come close.
As I rocked back and forth, I couldn’t help but keep my back arched and my hands on his chest. I was so lost in the bliss that the expression I wore had to be hilarious; my eyes were shut and my lips were parted, enough to let the exclamations of pleasure come out. My muscles eventually began to ache, but Jaime picked up the slack. “Fuck, that feels so… Jaime, oh my God.” All of the words in the English language were failing me at the moment; my voice faltered and shook, but there was no point in speaking, there was no way to describe this. To say I loved him was not even scratching the surface, yet letting it all overflow at the same time. Those three little words left my lips several times, through heavy gasps and moans of pleasure. It was all I had, all I knew.
We transposed several times, and somehow I ended up on my back once more. Any way we could touch, we found it. My nails dug into Jaime’s back and dragged down to make him moan; his hands pinned mine down to make me whine. He would go from begging me to say his name again to sealing my mouth shut with an intense kiss. Hips to hips, chest to chest, face to face, we were utterly and completely entangled in each other. The blood pounded in my ears and my chest felt like it was going to explode as the waves intensified; eventually the whole ocean came crashing down on me and my body melted in Jaime’s arms. There was no oxygen left in my lungs, no coherent thought in my brain, no other word spilling off my lips than Jaime’s name.
It was only when I came down that I noticed Jaime was collapsed against me as well. We were clinging to each other like our lives depended on it. His chin was resting on my shoulder, both arms holding me tight against him; one hand of mine was in his hair and the other on the back of his neck. When we could both breathe again, he moved so we were face to face; my eyes were shut but I could feel him looking at me. He brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from my face, and laid the gentlest kiss on the tip of my nose. “Mi amor,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes, only for a split second, and kissed him as hard as I could.
We were content in that spot for what felt like forever, until he broke away and kissed my forehead. “It was time to wash the sheets anyway,” he chuckled. “You know,” he continued, running his fingers through my hair. “I think my clothes are done in the washer. What say we throw these in and get in the shower?”
“We won’t get hot water with the washer going at the same time,” I argued.
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll stay warm somehow,” he winked.

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