OH.Neurons and pathways in Jay’s brain lit up like Las Vegas lights, flashing and spinning. If this was what it was like to fight for what you wanted, he definitely didn’t mind rushing the battlefield. He grinned. Mission achieved.
“Whatever you want,” he said, leaning in just close enough that the tip of his nose grazed hers, that his hot breath was on her skin. “Whatever you’re ready for.”
She squeezed his thigh, and Jay had to regulate his breathing even more just to make sure he didn’t pop a boner in the middle of a wedding reception. Which probably wouldn’t be the first time, but linen pants, dude.
Because the universe hated him, and because they truly wanted to live up to their name of being the banes of his existence, Alex and Tori turned in their seats to face them, knowing looks on their faces.
“What is all this whispering?” Tori teased, which made Mara snort. “Are we witnessing a miracle?”
“More than the miracle of two people finding each other in marriage and love?” Mara asked, which only made Tori giggle and whisper something in Alex’s ear.
“They’re not dating, they said,” Alex said playfully. “Not dating, my pancake ass.”
She took her wife’s hand and led her to the dance floor, missing Mara calling, “Alex, I’ve always thought your ass was lovely!” behind her.
* * *
Mara had only seen moments like this happening to other people. She’d always thought it was so romantic when a couple snuck out of a party because they were so wrapped up in each other.
Well, she found out this evening. The rush of sneaking out, leaving behind the revelry and happiness of people to have more of her own. Whispering things like, “You’re so beautiful,” “Are you going to make me come tonight?” “Can you feel how much I want you?” into ears. Giggling because they were so lost in each other. Feeling drunk without taking a sip of alcohol. Being unable to keep her hands off of Jay’s hips, because something inside her woke up at the press of his erection against your thighs.
The couples who did this in movies, books, TV, always looked so happy and carefree. Like there was nothing in the world more important than this. Slipping away to kiss someone you found irresistible.
“Mauve is really your color.” Mara wiped the transferred lipstick off of the corner of his mouth with her thumb. Jay grinned and gently took her wrist to move her fingers over his lips. With a hum, he kissed the pad of her middle finger before he slid the finger between his lips, sucking gently.
“My sister always did say I was a winter deep.” He grinned as if he hadn’t almost made Mara come in her panties there and then.
They made it to the glass doors that led to his villa, finally tucked away from everyone else. Their shoes remained just outside the door as Jay unlocked it. He placed his phone, keys and camera on the side table.
Mara stepped out of the hot, humid summer night to the cool stillness of the bedroom. The cold blast of air did nothing to cool her skin, especially not when Jay stood behind her and crept his hand over her stomach and up her breasts. Mara gasped at his touch, her body arching into the hands that barely contained her. Jay’s hips pressed against her back, and her lower body clenched, aching for more.
“What did you want to do again?” he asked, flicking his fingers at the crest of her breasts until Mara realized what he was looking for. She gently guided his fingers to where her nipples were peaking under her dress, under the scrap of cloth she was using as a bra tonight. “Tell me.”
“You know you’re spoiling me for anyone else,” Mara pointed out, experimenting with grinding against Jay’s front. The sound that resulted made her think that her instinct had been correct. “I’ve been told it’s not like this for everyone. With everyone.”
“Dapat lang.” She thought she heard him say more, but it was kind of hard to focus when all she wanted was to put her hands down her underwear and touch herself until she came.
“I think it’s about learning what will make the other person feel spoiled,” Jay said as Mara sat on the edge of the king-size bed, her feet hanging off of the side.
He turned to close the glass doors, then the curtains over it. Mara watched as he turned on the tall lamp in the corner, filling the room with the kind of soft, romantic lighting that made her think of declarations of love, of swearing to be with someone. This was a place where she could scream in all the pleasure in the world without caring who would hear. A place where she could allow herself to just…be herself. “And anyone who finds you as sexy as I do will want to make that effort.”
“So it’s about effort,” she noted with a determined nod.
He took off his blazer and left it folded over the arm of the lounge chair. Jay chuckled as he undid the cuffs of his sleeves. Two more buttons of his shirt.
“Desire and effort.” Jay took off his belt with quick movements. Mara felt a lump in her throat and swallowed thickly as she observed him. There was no mistaking what the bulge in his pants was. And she supposed that was a literal manifestation of effort. “It’s caring about another person’s pleasure. And I guarantee I’m not the only one who will want you, Mara.”
But you’re the only one I want, she almost said out loud, but kept it to herself, settling herself on the top of the bed, her skirt somewhere around her waist as he sauntered to her. The desire in his eyes was unmistakable. This was a man determined to find out what made her feel good.
She supposed it was vulnerable, too, exposing himself to her like this. To have the evidence of his desire so present, and nothing he could do could hide it. And she knew how to repay it.
“Ditto,” she said. Trying to go for casual. But maybe she sounded a little nervous as she sat up, took her dress up and over her head, tossing the swath of blue fabric to the side, leaving her in a tube bra that wasn’t doing much by way of support or coverage and a pair of panties.
From where she was sitting, she could see the curve of her stomach; he probably couldn’t tell her the color of her panties. These were things she was taught to resent about herself, to hide away and cover up. But she wanted Jay to have this, to know this part of her as much as she did.
“Mara.” If the hunger in his voice wasn’t enough to send a thrill down her spine, the way he gazed at her was. Like she was a woman worth his worship. “What the hell does a Pokémon have to do with any of this.”
That sent her into a fit of giggles so hard she needed to lie back on the pillows and turn away from him. What a way to relieve the tension.
