“I’m going to spend the next several hours making long, slow love to you,” he whispered. He drew my earlobe into his mouth and bit down playfully. “I’m going to show you that every inch of your body belongs to me.”
I could have stopped him there. I could have pulled away from him and told him I knew about the tour. Or not. I could have just pulled away and told him not that night and we would talk the next day. But I couldn’t. He felt so good so close to me, and I didn’t want to be away from him. That night possibly more than ever before, I needed him.
My mouth found his and we kissed deeply. There was no rush, no urgency behind it. I didn’t want to waste even a second or hurry through any of the moments I had with him. This was to savor him, to enjoy every bit of him I could. I concentrated on the feeling of his hands on my body and the taste of his tongue sliding across mine. There was a faint hint of the drinks he’d had at the bar, and I knew I would always remember that taste. I wanted to memorize him, to etch into my memory every single detail I possibly could so that when the time came I was away from him and found myself missing him, I could call them to mind.
Because I knew that was it. This wasn’t going to be something I could carry on or try to work out. Jayson didn’t know it, but that night as I kissed him with everything in me and offered my body over to him, we were saying goodbye.
25
Jayson
Leah kissed me, pressing her body against mine and opening her mouth so I could taste the softness of her tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck, digging her fingers into my hair as if trying to hold me closer and anchor herself to me. I held her against me, feeling the warmth of her body and the lushness of her curves.
I had plans for the night. It stretched on long in front of us, and I wanted to fill every second of it with worshipping her. My body craved her; my heart ached for her. She was mine, and I wanted to show her that so she wouldn’t have any way to question it. The journey we were on together was only getting better by the day, and I couldn’t wait to see what was ahead of us. As I guided her back into my bedroom, undressing her as we went, I no longer had even the hint of worry or fear about the tour coming up. It didn’t matter if we had to be away from each other between shows. It didn’t matter if we were only able to see each other for a few hours or a couple of days each time when she was able to get away. We would be fine. We would work it out. This was real, and nothing was going to take us apart.
We got into my bedroom, and I broke the kiss so I could lower myself to my knees in front of her. I’d already gotten her shirt off on our way into the bedroom, and I leaned forward to kiss her stomach. My hands slid up her thighs and under her skirt, taking hold of her panties so I could guide them down her legs. Leah rested her hands on my shoulders to hold herself steady as she lifted her feet so I could remove the scrap of lace and toss it aside.
My mouth touched the inside of one ankle and made its way up along the inside of her leg until I found the tenderness just before her core. She shivered, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction she desired. Instead, I moved my mouth over to the other leg and repeated the trail of kisses. Leah moaned and her hands left my shoulders to release the zipper on her skirt. I tugged it away and finally she was completely bare. She was mine, vulnerable and beautiful. I’d never felt like this about a woman, and I just wanted it to continue. I would happily drown in the happiness I found with her.
Guiding her legs apart, I brought my mouth between her thighs and drew my tongue through her center. She let out a shuddering breath and dropped down into my arms. I gathered her close as I sat back, settling her into my lap. As our lips played against each other and my hand slipped into her slick warmth, I used my other hand to finish undressing.
Soon I was inside her, buried deep so our bodies melded to one another. I used one hand to rock her hips while the other swirled over her clit. Leah’s head fell back, and I quickly took my hand away. She looked at me with disappointment, and I smiled.