Like A Virgin - Chapter 38 (Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison)
Title: Like A Virgin
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Summary/Author's Notes: New chapter! Hope you enjoy. Warning: smut ahead, read at your own risk.
"Hmmm." She rolled over in bed with a groan. "Is it time yet?" Her voice came muffled by his chest and groggy from sleep.
His answer failed to arrive, busy as he was in kissing the side of her neck and collarbone that wasn't pressed against him.
"Matt?" She reached to caress his curls, rolling on her back to give him more access, and felt his lips curve into a smile on the soft skin of her inner arm. Reaching out on the other side, she looked at the time on his phone. "4.30? Are you kidding me?"
He kissed back from her shoulder, to her neck, to her face, laying butterfly kisses on every inch before resting on her lips, pecking them gently a few times. "I'm sorry..." His voice was low and husky, and his reply interrupted by kisses every few words. "I just... I want you. SO bad. I'm sorry..."
She stilled his motions, taking his face in her hands, her thumbs running on his cheek bones. They stared at each other for a long moment, and then she brought him closer for a kiss, their lips moving in unison, until she opened hers a little, allowing his tongue the access he was desperately trying to gain.
He engaged her in long, deep kisses, his hands roaming on her sides, lifting her green tank top a little to tickle her stomach, and she giggled in his mouth, now completely awake, hardly conscious of the time and of their early alarm in the morning. The only thing she could feel- the only thing she could ever feel, or care about- were his hands tracing paths on her stomach, reaching the underside of her breast, his index finger lazily tracing a nipple.
She arched her back into him, allowing him to lift the hem of her tank top over her head, kissing her deeply and then pulling back for a second, staring at her red hair, ruffled from his fingers, her eyelids, heavy from pleasure and not sleep, her flushed cheeks, and then dove back on her mouth, attacking her with kisses, sucking on her bottom lip, biting and teasing anywhere he could reach.
His fingertips lightly descended her neck, traced her collarbone, moved to her breast, his mouth following their path, his tongue and lips and teeth teasing each nipple in turn, until she was writhing, panting, moaning his name with a low, sexy tone he could never resist to.
Her hands moved to the back of his head, scraping his scalp lightly, caressing the shells of his ears, reaching his shoulders, and he allowed her to bring him back to her mouth for a minute, and she kissed him deeply, her right leg bent over his left, her chiseled fingernails running back and forth on the muscles of his back, tracing their underline as they contracted under her touch.
"God, I'm so in love with you" His words were whispered against her soft skin as he once again reprised his descent on her body, allowing his tongue to flick over each nipple, and her strangled "Oh, Matt..." rushed blood straight to his crotch.
He moved lower, his hands running on her sides, his tongue dancing in and out of her bellybutton, his erection poking her thigh, the friction combined with the way she moved and moaned enough to nearly drive him out of his mind. She was always so eager, so sensitive to the smallest of his touches, and the realization that he was the one able to turn her on so much, to make her writhe and gasp in pleasure washed over him once more, and for a moment he just hugged her middle, the side of his face resting just below her button, just where their baby would have been, had there been a plus on that stupid plastic stick.
He realized there and then she was really all he wanted, all he could ever need, and his mind raced to the ring in its hiding place, but now was not the time, now all he could think about was making her feel even just a fraction of the way she made him feel, by just existing in his life.
He swiftly ran the back of his hand on his eyes to wipe away the two lonely tears that had come to grace his features, and turned his head back to her skin again, lips moving lower, the tip of his tongue darting out to taste her salty skin, and his fingers hooked the waistband of her matching panties, and she lifted her backside to help him slide them off, his fingers caressing the softness of her legs down to her ankles, and back up, tracing complicated paths he alone knew on the back of her knee, up to her thigh.
He parted her legs just a little, and moved closer, breathing on her sensitized skin, his nose gently nuzzling her, and then his lips attached to her skin, sucking and releasing in a pattern that nearly drove her to her climax, and she didn't know how he knew that, but he was hitting exactly the right spots, those she had no idea of possessing until he had set each one on fire.
His kisses moved closer to her center, and he parted her folds with two fingers, revelling as always in her warmth and wetness, the way she was always ready for him, the way she always wanted him, and him alone, and always made sure to tell him the very same.
His fingers skimmed along her folds, and she bucked her hips to him instinctively, and he suppressed a chuckle as he extracted his hand, gaining a frustrated groan, and moved them on her hipbones, to steady her movements, and she opened her legs a bit more, expectantly.
He smiled at her, and laid a kiss on her lower belly, before diving in, drinking in her scent and flavour, tasting her with his lips and tongue, tracing her clit and running back and forth, spreading her juices, the best and most addictive taste he had ever experienced. His right hand left her hip to join his mouth, and he pumped a finger inside of her, swiftly adding a second when she responded by calling out his name in gasps.
He set a steady rhythm, his fingers pumping in and out as his tongue teased her clit, circling and moving the sensitive bud, his teeth nipping at it extremely gently, and he could feel she was getting close, her breathing becoming more and more erratic, new waves of juices washing on his mouth.
He increased the movement of his fingers, until he could feel her right at the edge and curled them inside of her, his lips sucking strongly on her clit, and then she screamed out his name, over and over, and she was coming, so hard, her hips bucking up into his mouth, her broken moans reaching impressive volumes.
His movements slowed but didn't still, his tongue gathering every drop of her orgasm, his fingertips stroking lightly her oversensitized, swollen folds, his other hand gently stroking the skin over her hip, until he felt her come down from her climax, and slowly removed his fingers, moving his mouth up to her belly, kissing random spots all over her middle, leaving traces of their recent activities on her.
He slowly, extremely slowly made his way up her body, taking his time to cherish every small spot he might have neglected, this or any other time, and by the time he got face to face with her, she was already breathing heavily again.
"I adore you." He kissed her nose, eyelids and chin, before reaching her lips, kissing her hard, and slow, and passionate, his tongue sliding against hers, so that she could taste herself on him.
Her hands brought him closer to her, his cock brushing against her stomach, hard to the point where it was almost painful, and he let out a strangled groan in her mouth, and felt her lips tug into a smile.
She pushed on his chest until he flipped them over, and she left his mouth to wander down his neck, licking his Adam's apple, sucking firmly on his pulse point, knowing she would be leaving a mark and not caring in the least, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, sweaty and salty from their activities.
She pulled away for a moment, and whispered him to sit up, and he complied immediately, moving up on the bed, closer to the headboard, a hint of worry in his eyes, because, even with all his stamina, he still was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hold on for long under her teasing ways, considering what had taken place mere minutes before.
She ran her hands on his thighs, tracing his kneecaps, opening his legs, tickling his sides, his abs dancing under her touch. She lifted her head to look at him, and his eyes were dark and heavy with desire, fixed on her, his mouth slightly agape, his breathing fast-paced.
She leaned closer, her hands roaming on his chest, up his neck, burying deep in his curls, and kissed him for a long time, leaning on her knees, between his legs, and then rested her forehead on his. "What do you want?" Her voice was low and seductive, and he swallowed audibly.
"You."
"Where? How?" She kissed him again.
"Oh God, Jayma..." He grabbed her hips. "I want you... I need to be inside of you... so bad... I need you all around my cock..."
"Yes... yes..."
He pulled her closer, and she sat in his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. He took his cock in his hand, and she lifted up, leaning on his shoulders, and slammed down, burying him deep inside of her.
His hands ran back and forth on her back, her chest, her face, before stilling on her hips, guiding her to a steady rhythm, as he leaned his head and shoulders back against the headboard for support, bucking his hips up, burying deeper and deeper with each thrust.
She leaned closer, her hands resting on the headboard just beside his shoulders, her breasts deliciously close to his mouth, and he took each nipple in his mouth, sucking and squeezing them, while she moved more frantically and forcefully over him, twisting her hips so that his shaft was hitting new angles with every push.
His right hand moved down between them, reaching for her clit once again, and it wasn't long before she was panting and screaming again, this time clamping her walls around him, repeating his name over and over, until, with a last thrust upwards, he came inside of her, with a strangled call of her name, burying his face in her neck just as deep as his cock was in her body, his hands closing around her middle.
For a few minutes neither spoke or moved, too breathless and too blissful to even attempt. After what felt like hours, he slid down on the bed a little, so that he was resting on one of their pillows, taking her down with him to rest on his chest, still buried deep within her, both still panting heavily.
"You know we're gonna be dead later today, right?"
He chuckled, the vibrations giving her a tingling sensation. "I don't know. Morning sex always puts me in a great mood..."
"This is more middle-of-the-night sex." She giggled and kissed his nipple. "But yeah. Totally worth it."
He took her face in his hands. "I meant what I said. I adore you. Every inch of you."
She blushed, hiding her face in his neck. "I'm so in love with you."
Eventually she moved on his side, curling up against him, playing with the soft hair on his chest. "Are we going to work together later?"
He thought about his upcoming day, and mostly, about his upcoming breakfast meeting with Adam, that he had scheduled through a rather forceful phone call, a few hours after reading his email, while she was waiting for him downstairs to go to the game. "No, sweetie, I have a meeting at breakfast. I'm sorry."
She kissed his shoulder. "It's okay. I should be done earlier than you anyway... maybe I could come home and cook for us."
He kissed her, feeling wonderfully drowsy, and pulled a blanket over them, ready to enjoy what was left them to sleep. "You are too good to me. I love you."
She giggled, and kissed his nose. "I know. Now go to sleep, goof. I love you."
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...surprise! Remember when I used to post a chapter every other day? ;)
Hope you enjoyed! I'm sure they did.
I always love to hear from all of you, old or new readers. :)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Summary/Author's Notes: New chapter! Hope you enjoy. Warning: smut ahead, read at your own risk.
"Hmmm." She rolled over in bed with a groan. "Is it time yet?" Her voice came muffled by his chest and groggy from sleep.
His answer failed to arrive, busy as he was in kissing the side of her neck and collarbone that wasn't pressed against him.
"Matt?" She reached to caress his curls, rolling on her back to give him more access, and felt his lips curve into a smile on the soft skin of her inner arm. Reaching out on the other side, she looked at the time on his phone. "4.30? Are you kidding me?"
He kissed back from her shoulder, to her neck, to her face, laying butterfly kisses on every inch before resting on her lips, pecking them gently a few times. "I'm sorry..." His voice was low and husky, and his reply interrupted by kisses every few words. "I just... I want you. SO bad. I'm sorry..."
She stilled his motions, taking his face in her hands, her thumbs running on his cheek bones. They stared at each other for a long moment, and then she brought him closer for a kiss, their lips moving in unison, until she opened hers a little, allowing his tongue the access he was desperately trying to gain.
He engaged her in long, deep kisses, his hands roaming on her sides, lifting her green tank top a little to tickle her stomach, and she giggled in his mouth, now completely awake, hardly conscious of the time and of their early alarm in the morning. The only thing she could feel- the only thing she could ever feel, or care about- were his hands tracing paths on her stomach, reaching the underside of her breast, his index finger lazily tracing a nipple.
She arched her back into him, allowing him to lift the hem of her tank top over her head, kissing her deeply and then pulling back for a second, staring at her red hair, ruffled from his fingers, her eyelids, heavy from pleasure and not sleep, her flushed cheeks, and then dove back on her mouth, attacking her with kisses, sucking on her bottom lip, biting and teasing anywhere he could reach.
His fingertips lightly descended her neck, traced her collarbone, moved to her breast, his mouth following their path, his tongue and lips and teeth teasing each nipple in turn, until she was writhing, panting, moaning his name with a low, sexy tone he could never resist to.
Her hands moved to the back of his head, scraping his scalp lightly, caressing the shells of his ears, reaching his shoulders, and he allowed her to bring him back to her mouth for a minute, and she kissed him deeply, her right leg bent over his left, her chiseled fingernails running back and forth on the muscles of his back, tracing their underline as they contracted under her touch.
"God, I'm so in love with you" His words were whispered against her soft skin as he once again reprised his descent on her body, allowing his tongue to flick over each nipple, and her strangled "Oh, Matt..." rushed blood straight to his crotch.
He moved lower, his hands running on her sides, his tongue dancing in and out of her bellybutton, his erection poking her thigh, the friction combined with the way she moved and moaned enough to nearly drive him out of his mind. She was always so eager, so sensitive to the smallest of his touches, and the realization that he was the one able to turn her on so much, to make her writhe and gasp in pleasure washed over him once more, and for a moment he just hugged her middle, the side of his face resting just below her button, just where their baby would have been, had there been a plus on that stupid plastic stick.
He realized there and then she was really all he wanted, all he could ever need, and his mind raced to the ring in its hiding place, but now was not the time, now all he could think about was making her feel even just a fraction of the way she made him feel, by just existing in his life.
He swiftly ran the back of his hand on his eyes to wipe away the two lonely tears that had come to grace his features, and turned his head back to her skin again, lips moving lower, the tip of his tongue darting out to taste her salty skin, and his fingers hooked the waistband of her matching panties, and she lifted her backside to help him slide them off, his fingers caressing the softness of her legs down to her ankles, and back up, tracing complicated paths he alone knew on the back of her knee, up to her thigh.
He parted her legs just a little, and moved closer, breathing on her sensitized skin, his nose gently nuzzling her, and then his lips attached to her skin, sucking and releasing in a pattern that nearly drove her to her climax, and she didn't know how he knew that, but he was hitting exactly the right spots, those she had no idea of possessing until he had set each one on fire.
His kisses moved closer to her center, and he parted her folds with two fingers, revelling as always in her warmth and wetness, the way she was always ready for him, the way she always wanted him, and him alone, and always made sure to tell him the very same.
His fingers skimmed along her folds, and she bucked her hips to him instinctively, and he suppressed a chuckle as he extracted his hand, gaining a frustrated groan, and moved them on her hipbones, to steady her movements, and she opened her legs a bit more, expectantly.
He smiled at her, and laid a kiss on her lower belly, before diving in, drinking in her scent and flavour, tasting her with his lips and tongue, tracing her clit and running back and forth, spreading her juices, the best and most addictive taste he had ever experienced. His right hand left her hip to join his mouth, and he pumped a finger inside of her, swiftly adding a second when she responded by calling out his name in gasps.
He set a steady rhythm, his fingers pumping in and out as his tongue teased her clit, circling and moving the sensitive bud, his teeth nipping at it extremely gently, and he could feel she was getting close, her breathing becoming more and more erratic, new waves of juices washing on his mouth.
He increased the movement of his fingers, until he could feel her right at the edge and curled them inside of her, his lips sucking strongly on her clit, and then she screamed out his name, over and over, and she was coming, so hard, her hips bucking up into his mouth, her broken moans reaching impressive volumes.
His movements slowed but didn't still, his tongue gathering every drop of her orgasm, his fingertips stroking lightly her oversensitized, swollen folds, his other hand gently stroking the skin over her hip, until he felt her come down from her climax, and slowly removed his fingers, moving his mouth up to her belly, kissing random spots all over her middle, leaving traces of their recent activities on her.
He slowly, extremely slowly made his way up her body, taking his time to cherish every small spot he might have neglected, this or any other time, and by the time he got face to face with her, she was already breathing heavily again.
"I adore you." He kissed her nose, eyelids and chin, before reaching her lips, kissing her hard, and slow, and passionate, his tongue sliding against hers, so that she could taste herself on him.
Her hands brought him closer to her, his cock brushing against her stomach, hard to the point where it was almost painful, and he let out a strangled groan in her mouth, and felt her lips tug into a smile.
She pushed on his chest until he flipped them over, and she left his mouth to wander down his neck, licking his Adam's apple, sucking firmly on his pulse point, knowing she would be leaving a mark and not caring in the least, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin, sweaty and salty from their activities.
She pulled away for a moment, and whispered him to sit up, and he complied immediately, moving up on the bed, closer to the headboard, a hint of worry in his eyes, because, even with all his stamina, he still was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hold on for long under her teasing ways, considering what had taken place mere minutes before.
She ran her hands on his thighs, tracing his kneecaps, opening his legs, tickling his sides, his abs dancing under her touch. She lifted her head to look at him, and his eyes were dark and heavy with desire, fixed on her, his mouth slightly agape, his breathing fast-paced.
She leaned closer, her hands roaming on his chest, up his neck, burying deep in his curls, and kissed him for a long time, leaning on her knees, between his legs, and then rested her forehead on his. "What do you want?" Her voice was low and seductive, and he swallowed audibly.
"You."
"Where? How?" She kissed him again.
"Oh God, Jayma..." He grabbed her hips. "I want you... I need to be inside of you... so bad... I need you all around my cock..."
"Yes... yes..."
He pulled her closer, and she sat in his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist. He took his cock in his hand, and she lifted up, leaning on his shoulders, and slammed down, burying him deep inside of her.
His hands ran back and forth on her back, her chest, her face, before stilling on her hips, guiding her to a steady rhythm, as he leaned his head and shoulders back against the headboard for support, bucking his hips up, burying deeper and deeper with each thrust.
She leaned closer, her hands resting on the headboard just beside his shoulders, her breasts deliciously close to his mouth, and he took each nipple in his mouth, sucking and squeezing them, while she moved more frantically and forcefully over him, twisting her hips so that his shaft was hitting new angles with every push.
His right hand moved down between them, reaching for her clit once again, and it wasn't long before she was panting and screaming again, this time clamping her walls around him, repeating his name over and over, until, with a last thrust upwards, he came inside of her, with a strangled call of her name, burying his face in her neck just as deep as his cock was in her body, his hands closing around her middle.
For a few minutes neither spoke or moved, too breathless and too blissful to even attempt. After what felt like hours, he slid down on the bed a little, so that he was resting on one of their pillows, taking her down with him to rest on his chest, still buried deep within her, both still panting heavily.
"You know we're gonna be dead later today, right?"
He chuckled, the vibrations giving her a tingling sensation. "I don't know. Morning sex always puts me in a great mood..."
"This is more middle-of-the-night sex." She giggled and kissed his nipple. "But yeah. Totally worth it."
He took her face in his hands. "I meant what I said. I adore you. Every inch of you."
She blushed, hiding her face in his neck. "I'm so in love with you."
Eventually she moved on his side, curling up against him, playing with the soft hair on his chest. "Are we going to work together later?"
He thought about his upcoming day, and mostly, about his upcoming breakfast meeting with Adam, that he had scheduled through a rather forceful phone call, a few hours after reading his email, while she was waiting for him downstairs to go to the game. "No, sweetie, I have a meeting at breakfast. I'm sorry."
She kissed his shoulder. "It's okay. I should be done earlier than you anyway... maybe I could come home and cook for us."
He kissed her, feeling wonderfully drowsy, and pulled a blanket over them, ready to enjoy what was left them to sleep. "You are too good to me. I love you."
She giggled, and kissed his nose. "I know. Now go to sleep, goof. I love you."
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...surprise! Remember when I used to post a chapter every other day? ;)
Hope you enjoyed! I'm sure they did.
I always love to hear from all of you, old or new readers. :)