Learning To Fly

Marshall V's Jaime Part Two.

Something deep inside me resurrects itself the moment I press my lips to Jaime’s it builds steadily through the fog of sexual tension and momentary confusion that she isn’t pulling away and punching me in the face but I can’t define what this feeling is.

Touching her skin sends tremors of desire from the top of my head all the way down to my toes, I don’t understand after all of this time that we can still do this to one another, have this effect on each others bodies. Finally as I deepen the kiss, reacquainting myself with how she tastes and feels I stop thinking and the almost animalistic urge to just have her and make her mine again takes an aggressive hold on me.

My hands slide slowly down the length of her body, pulling her closer before coming to rest on her ass and squeezing tightly before bending and lifting her, she responds by wrapping her legs around my waist. Jaime’s arms wrap around my shoulders tightly like she’s worried I’ll run from her but she needn’t concern herself with this, I’m going no fucking where.

Eventually she drags her mouth lazily away from mine and I lean back in to kiss her again but she jerks her head back, a smile tugging at the corners of her swollen lips. My beard has made the lower half of her face red I note with interest before she rests her forehead against mine and strokes the hair on the back of my neck.
It’s a moment of calm, breathlessness before the storm finally breaks over us.

I walk us through the suite to the bedroom, hoping I’m not pushing my luck too soon with her but we seem to be on the same page right now about this one thing anyway.

Laying her down gently, I stand back and start shedding my clothes, watching her every reaction just in case I take this a step too far but her eyes follow my every movement and when I stand naked in front of her she reaches out for me and I feel suddenly self conscious like maybe I aged a hundred years since she last saw me naked.

Pushing those thoughts aside I lean over her, fists planted in the soft comforter either side of her head, my eyes close as she runs her hands softly up and over my chest, my pecs twitching under her fingers before she drags her nails firmly down my back, a moan erupting from the back of my throat. 

Finding my sweatpants again I rummage through the pockets until my fingers find my wallet, pulling it out I pull out one of the condoms I stuck in there just before I left Michigan yesterday and throw it on the bed beside her, her eyes follow it down to the comforter “pretty sure of yourself Marshall” she comments sarcastically, I lean back down pecking her lips quickly “No Angel, I never dreamt for a second that we’d be doing this but I am guilty of harbouring an obscene amount of hope” she smiles before sitting up and pulling her t shirt up and over her head before I push her hands away and unbutton her jeans, inching them slowly down her legs, she looks stunning laying on the bed with her pretty pink underwear on “beautiful Angel” I whisper against the top of her thigh and she looks down at me blushing furiously.

I hook my arms under her knees pulling her towards the edge of the bed, the top half of her body lays back on the bed and my eyes glaze over as I focus on the one place I’ve missed being in, in all this time.
My tongue flicks out wetting my lips as I lean forward and find her clit through her pink panties, sucking on it gently. It feels amazing to have her here with me, allowing me to please her when by rights she could have kicked me in the nuts and walked away. I am most definitely running before we’re walking here, my heart tells me I’m forgiven and we’re back together but my head tells me that’s so not true.

I enjoy her panting and wriggling below me as my fingers hook in her panties and shred them quickly away from her body when suddenly Jaime slams her legs shut and moves to sit up and away from me, my hands on her belly hold her down gently “Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask looking at her, concerned that I have now pushed my luck but she just blinks at me before looking away quickly and laying her head back on the bed so I can’t see her eyes any more.
“umm I had a baby “ she says nervously, I’m not quite sure what that’s got to do with me going down on her but I wait for her to elaborate, stroking the outside of her upper thighs, rubbing my nose along her bikini line, her scent is fucking fantastic. “I haven’t been with anyone since Archer was born, what if its a mess down there?” I’ve never heard Jaime say anything bad about her body before, she needs me to put her mind at rest and I will because I hate that she’s worried about shit like that, she’s fucking perfect and she always will be.

Prising her legs apart a little I settle in between them as best I can and lick the full length of her slit, she’s soaking despite her lack of confidence, she tastes better than I remember and I show my appreciation by humming against her before lifting my head “You’re perfect Angel, nothing to worry about” her body relaxes and I scrape my cheek gently against the insides of her thighs, she grunts with pleasure before tightening her thighs, I continue satisfied that she’ll be okay now and go down on her until she comes frantically and loudly.