Our Love Bought Us Together.

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Journey pov.
I'm watching Cinderella. When James come in and said" I have time to spend with you what are you watching." I shush him.
A dream is a wish your heart makes When you're fast asleep As the song starts I find myself humming along. In dreams you will lose your heart aches Whatever you wish for, you keep "What, so you can sing, but I can't talk?" Smiling, I glance over at him and start singing the lyrics, serenading him. He laughs, giving me an amused look. I share a laugh with him, quieting down to continue watching the movie.
It's silent for a full twenty minutes, before I hear James grunt. I roll my eyes and look over at him, only to frown when I notice his eyes are closed. His brow is furrowed and his breathing is a little too fast. "James" I call out softly, worried that he might be having a nightmare, and not wanting to startle him. Reaching for the remote, I pause the movie and sit up a little more. His head tilts in the direction of my voice, but he doesn't awaken. Instead, he releases a low, guttural moan. His tongue comes out to swipe against his lower lip, before sucking it in between his teeth. Nibbling the pink flesh, his head curls back, exposing his neck. The shifting of his hips draws the attention of my gaze, before my eyes settle on the newly developed tent in his pants. The temperature in the room sky rockets when I realize he isn't having a nightmare. His hips continue to thrust up in a slow, almost lazy, fashion. The next moan that leaves his mouth shoots straight to my core. The throbbing in between my legs hits me so hard that I visibly shake. I shift in my spot on the couch, the material of my night shirt now chaffing against my perky nipples. I don't know what to do. Do I wake him up? "Journey" The moment I hear my name, everything stops. My muscles tense and I forget how to breathe. I stare at him in complete and utter shock, wondering if I even heard him right. He continues to dream, completely oblivious to the chaos he's creating outside of his head. His lips part in a silent scream, throwing his head back once more. "Journey" There's certainly no mistaking it that time. I suck in a lungful of air, reacting before I even know what I'm doing. I grab the small couch pillow that sits next to me and fling it straight at James's face. He grunts upon impact, grabbing the pillow with one hand and pushing himself up with the other. "What's wrong?" he asks, blearily looking around. "James!" I hiss, feeling the blush paint my face, grateful for the dim lighting of the room. "What?" he asks, focusing on me and noting my stiff posture."Was I snoring?""You moaned my name. Twice.""I did?" he gazes down at the ground, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about. "Huh..." His gaze then flicks up to my, a smirk adorning those sinful lips. "You should be honored. You were the star of the show, singing that cute little song." I cover my embarrassed face with my hands, "Oh God, please don't tell me about it!" His chuckle is low and throaty, "No need to be embarrassed, Doll. You were actually quite experienced.""James" I whine.

"Wait" his gaze washes over me before he raises an interested eyebrow. "Were you enjoying your self?""What?!" My hands fall to my lap as I look at him incredulously. "I mean, I'm just guessing based on the way your breasts are trying to cut through that shirt." I gasp, crossing my arms over my breasts to shield them from his gaze. "And then, you said you heard me moan your name twice How long were you just sitting there listening to me?" I grab the next closest pillow and chuck it at him. He catches it with ease and laughs. "I was confused! I thought you were having another nightmare!" I defend. "No, and instead you woke me up from one of good dreams I've ever had. I think you owe me" His gaze narrows into a predatory look. I gulp, my eyes widening, "Wait, what?" My pulse races when he pushes up from his couch and stalks over to the edge of my. He climbs over the arm rest and slowly crawls over to me. "What was it that your song said? A dream is a wish your heart makes Come on, Doll. Won't you make my wish come true?""James" his name comes out as a breathless whisper right before his lips are on my. I release a soft sigh, surprised by how smooth his mouth is. One of my hands grips the back of his neck, submitting to his kiss and subtly begging for more. He lowers me down onto my back, holding himself up with one hand and pushing the back cushions off the couch with the other. His body surrounds me in a cocoon of heat and muscle. My legs open up to him when he lowers his hips, wrapping around the backs of his thighs and encouraging him to grind against me. His movements are slow and teasing as he rubs his clothed length against my increasingly soaking core. I moan against his mouth, remembering his lip biting habit. My tongue darts out to swipe against his plump lower lip. He hums, vibrating his mouth against my. My lips part to suck on the pink, tender flesh. I run my tongue across it before nipping at him with my teeth. He moans from the back of his throat and pulls his lip back. "Did you just bite me?" he asks, lips still lightly brushing against my. I look up at him through my lashes, a coy smirk painting my lips. "Well, I always see you biting that lip. I just wanted the pleasure of doing that myself." I slip my fingers under his shirt, slowly travelling up his sturdy torso. He helps me pull his shirt the rest of the way off, exposing more plains of muscle than I have ever seen on a man. I admire the sight with my fingers, feeling how his skin is stretched over such tightly coiled muscle. My hands slide around to his back,continuing my exploration. James looks down at me with a heated gaze, hooking two fingers underneath my own shirt and slowly pulling it up. Once the material has been pulled off and thrown to the side, he feasts his eyes on my naked form. Unable to resist, my shorts and panties are quick to follow, adding to the increasing pile of clothes. His skin is burning hot against my thigh as he slides his right hand up to my dripping center. We both moan together, my in pleasure and his in appreciation. He swirls his finger around my entrance, feeling the collection of moisture against his pad. I whimper, nudging my hips against his lazy swirls. "James, please." He smirks, pulling his finger back, instead of giving me what I want. He brings the slicked pad to his mouth, flicking his tongue out to lap it up in one slow swipe. He enjoys that way I shudder as I watch him. "Please what?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "I need you," I tell him, unashamed. My hands slide down to his pants, pushing them off his hips and down his legs. He kicks them off the rest of the way, releasing a low growl when I curl my fingers around his base. "You're pretty flexible, right?" he asks almost urgently, hardly able to focus as I stroke his considerable length. I smirk up at him, liking how the tables have turned. "James, we've been training for how long? I should think, you've got a pretty good grasp by now on just how flexible I am," I tease. His entire body shudders when my thumb comes up to circle his sensitive tip. Clasping my wrist, he pulls my hand away. He holds himself up using his left hand, while the other hooks under my knee and lifts my leg up onto his shoulder. Pinning my thigh to his chest, he lines himself up with my entrance. With my leg lifted up, James has a little more room to work with as he slides into me. I toss my head back, reveling in the way he stretches me out.  Unintelligible words leave my lips. "Fuck, those little sounds you make are better than anything I could ever dream up," James comments, bottoming out. I arch my back, feeling him sink in a little deeper. "You’ll hear a whole lot more if you start moving.""Oh, I’m counting on it." He pulls his hips back before slamming home. I cry out, my hands clenching around the couch cushions. He builds up to a steady rhythm, breath fanning across my skin in quick bursts. He gives my leg a bit of a stretch as he bends down to bury his face into my neck.  my fingers curl into the hair at his nape, cradling the back of his head. The friction of his body against my sends bolts of electricity through my nerves, allowing me to feel him everywhere. "James!" He groans, the sound barely muffled when his lips attach to my neck. He finds the spot that makes me squirm against him and focuses on it. He sucks and nibbles on my skin, drawing out all sorts of obscene noises from my throat. He rolls his hips, making sure to rub against my clit. His hips surge forward, slamming into me so deep that there’s no stopping my climax. I propel into it almost instantly. His name falls from my lips like a prayer, over and over again.  my body shudders uncontrollably, walls clamping around him like a vice. Surprised that he was even able to last this long, James quickly finds himself following me into the realm of ecstasy. "You okay?" James asks. "Oh yeah" I sigh, voice dripping with satisfaction. He chuckles, pushing up and carefully sliding my leg off his shoulder. "How was that for a dream come true?" I look up at him, enjoying the completely unguarded expression on his face. I don’t think I ever seen him like this.  Reaching a hand up, I push his hair out of his face to get a better look at him. We fall asleep on the couch.