Like A Virgin - Chapter 44 (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! Enjoy.
"Hello?" He managed to answer his phone while holding a cup of ice tea and opening his trailer door. "Yes, I know. There's nothing we can do about it." He sat down on his couch and took a sip of his drink. "We got backed up with filming, and it screwed up everyone's schedule. It happens."
He hung up the phone a few minutes later, sighing deeply, and laid down on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Another headache, he could just feel it coming. The delays during the last few days of Glee filming had messed up with pretty much everyone's plans- the kids had to start rehearsals for their tour, and he had been forced to cancel a few tv appearances and move others to later days, that were supposed to be used for tour rehearsals. He was tired, and frustrated, and worried he wouldn't have enough time to set up a perfect show, the one he had in mind.
He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, trying to relax.
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Shooting Glee in New York had been fun, and also weird, to see these two parts of his life mesh together, past and present. Fans had been relentless, and paps even more, but they were having such a good time nobody really minded.
Jayma had flown in a day before him, since he had to shoot a few scenes with Jane in LA, while she had set up a couple of meetings with wedding planners. It was so exciting, to think it was really happening. And a bit scary... but in a good way. Different than how he had felt that other time a wedding was in sight, the time he had run away and behaved like a fool. This time, the thought gave him chills, and made the hair on the back of his neck stick up, and his stomach shrink a little, but it was all sheer excitement. At the idea of standing at the end of an aisle, waiting for her, introducing her as his wife, or just drop it casually in the conversation. "My wife said..." "This is my wife's favorite..."
They had managed to attend a few of meetings with planners together, immediately agreeing with just a look not to hire the one claiming that "a wedding between two superstars should be celebrated in style... Ceremony in Central Park, and party at the Plaza!", since the last thing they wanted was a big, overstated event. On the Friday, after he had wrapped up his NYC scenes, she had taken him to meet the one planner she had liked the best. They had gone with her to visit a chapel in the Upper West Side, close to Riverside Park, one he had never noticed before, with a garden around, similar to many English churches. It was small, but cozy and classy, and he liked it immediately.
As for the reception, they were presented with many options, from different hotels to other spaces. They asked for some time to think, but he had seen the way his fiancèe's eyes had widened in interest while going through pictures of a beautiful loft in Midtown Manhattan, close to the Empire State Building, with a wide terrace they could use for cocktails and dances, and a large and pretty room for the dinner party. It was private, classy, and they could make it exactly as they wanted it to be.
They got back to their place, quite exhausted from their errands but also happy things were finally moving forward in the planning. They caught a show on Broadway that night, her heart always soaring when she saw the look on his face whenever he got back to his roots, and went to bed early, ready for their day in DC for the White House Correspondents' Dinner.
She had been just so nervous. Even his constant reassurances that she did look amazing, and that it'd all go by smoothly hadn't been enough. She had never met the President, and was quite literally beside herself, but had managed to not spill her drink on either the President or the First Lady, charming them both in their short conversation with her manners and wit, as he just stared at the exchange in awe.
They had spent an unforgettable evening, and their week on the East Coast had been sealed in the best way possible, as he had been able to introduce her to many of his old Hairspray friends who were now working on Catch Me If You Can. She had already met a few in other occasions, but this time had been even more natural and easygoing, and during their backstage visit, all he could think about was their life in three, five, ten years, in his New York City, together.
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A light knock on his door interrupted his musings, and he got up.
"Hey."
His smile was warm, as the girl of his dreams had just materialized in front of him. "Hey yourself. Come on in."
She stepped inside, closing the door, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "How's it going?"
He sighed. "You know. Like it's been going for the past week. We've had to cancel two tv guests, and move the VH1 thing to the same day of the Upfronts."
She dragged him down on the sofa, and pulled his head on her shoulder, running her fingers through his curls. "I'm so sorry, baby. I don't know how you guys manage, if it had happened last year with my movie I would have gone insane."
He pecked her neck. "Yeah, I'm not doing so much. Just saying 'yes' or 'no' to whatever they put in front of me, you know? I hate not being in control. I love this show, but this delay is really messing up everything."
She kissed his head. "Shhhh. Try not to think about it for a minute, okay?"
He shifted even closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she resumed her light scratches in his hair, knowing well where to touch.
Before a full minute had passed, though, his phone rang again. His manager's assistant. He groaned, laying his forehead on her shoulder for a second, and taking a deep breath. "I should really take this, I'm sorry."
She leant back on the couch, observing him pace up and down, desperately trying to make ends meet in his relentless schedule, and a thought crept inside her head.
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Friday night, and he was in a bad mood. Sure, he had been able to leave the lot before 10pm, while the kids would be staying for who knew how long yet. But he was just so exhausted, and there was no ending in sight. He sighed deeply, realizing his thoughts would sound ungrateful, but he was just so tired.
He absentmindedly reached for his remote and opened the gate, pulling up in front of their house, and, lost in thoughts, it took him a little while to register the unusually dark windows. Her car was in the driveway, she hadn't mentioned any evening engagements, so she had to be home, right? He retrieved his backpack from the passenger's seat and locked the car, approaching the front door, unsure of what to expect.
He didn't even have time to get his keys from his pocket when the front door opened, and he had to hold on to the door frame not to fall down. She was standing in front of him, barefoot, wearing a very short, black nightgown, closed in the middle by a black strap, her red hair naturally curly and a bit messy, in that way he adored, her slim legs going on for miles. What he had interpreted as darkness from the outside was in fact what looked like hundreds of candles, of any shape and color, spread all around the living room, and leading to what looked like a path.
He still hadn't made a move to enter, and she giggled and held out her hands to him, dragging him inside and kissing his cheek. "Welcome home, baby."
He looked at her with a dopey grin, letting his backpack fall to the floor beside him, as his hands found her waist and his lips found hers. "This is quite the welcome..."
She allowed him to kiss her for a little while, but then pulled back, laying her palms on his chest. He grinned. "What's going on here?"
"Hm, you came home too early, and ruined my clandestine night with my secret lover." She jokingly turned around, and he caught her hands, pulling her back to him. "Ha, ha, very funny..."
She turned around, smiling, and cupped his cheek in her right hand. "You're too tired, and stressed out lately. I know it's not your choice, but I don't like that." She leant closer, to whisper in his ear. "So I thought I could help you... relax a little."
He looked at her, corking an eyebrow at her seductive tone. "I'd love that..."
"Just one rule." He nodded, transfixed, and she inwardly smirked. "I'm in charge."
His grin was mischievous as he nodded, and took the hand she was holding out to him, as she dragged him to their back garden, following the path of lit candles, which led all the way to the small hot tub beside their big swimming pool, and circled its edge, casting their dancing light on the warm and inviting bubbles inside.
"Tonight is made of a few steps..." She was almost panting with exhilaration, having spent most of the previous two days planning for this. "And this is the first one." She hinted to the tub, and reached to undo the bow on her gown, revealing an extremely sheer black bikini, one he had never seen before. She turned around and laid the gown on a deck chair, leaning forward a bit, fully conscious of where his eyes were resting in that very moment.
He suddenly realized he was still wearing those silly things, what were they called? Right, clothes. Who said they were necessary? He swiftly took off his jacket, and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, as she came closer and helped him in his task, sliding the cotton off his shoulders, and brushing her fingertips on his skin, down to his belt, which she opened, slowly, together with his jeans button and zipper, where she could already see the beginning of a bulge. She let his pants fall to his ankles, brushing the back of her fingers very lightly on his crotch, as his breathing became fast paced, his hands grabbing her small waist and pulling her flush against him.
She got closer for a kiss, but then pulled back again, and reached for the same deck chair where their clothes had landed, taking something and handing it to him. "Get in your swimsuit, I'll wait for you."
He looked taken aback for a second, but then moved closer to the chair to take off the remainder of his clothes, and quickly took off his boxers, willingly ignoring his growing erection, and wore the boxers she had picked for him.
They got in the tub together, and he let out a deep sigh of relief when his body was surrounded by hot bubbling water, letting his head fall back on the pool edge, closing his eyes.
She moved in the water, ticking his calves a little, her fingers dancing on his legs and thighs, and then moving to his chest. He grinned, and reached blindly for her shoulders, bringing her closer against him, her hands sliding to circle his neck and tangle in his hair, and she kissed him, a hungry kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, her teeth closing around his lower lip not too lightly, as her hips ground into his.
He moaned loudly in her mouth, pulling her as close as possible, and she curled in his lap, laying small kisses all along his neck and earlobe, her hands never ceasing their caresses in his hair.
He sighed deeply again, stroking her sides. "I really like this step one..."
She giggled, and reached over to turn the heat a bit higher, as his large palms settled between her bellybutton and her sides, his thumbs running over her skin lightly.
She was careful in her touches, aware of what to do to make him feel good without going overboard, the night wasn't over, it hadn't even started yet. They spent a long time in the hot tub, until she looked at his hand, laced with hers, and noticed his figertips, wrinkly from staying underwater too long, and finally moved off his lap, and stood up, dragging him to a standing position by his hand.
They stepped out of the water, drying out with a couple of towels, and he took the chance to rub her sides and arms softly, as she shivered lightly under his touch.
She wore the nightgown again, and hinted at the path of candles, which led the way to a sunbed that she had moved under their white gazebo.
He moved to the spot, and she lightly pushed on his back in order for him to sit on the edge.
"Lay down on your belly." her whisper was sultry, and he complied immediately, his heartbeat racing slightly in anticipation.
She reached for a nearby table, and took a small bottle, opening the cork and pouring a small amount of the content in her hands. She climbed on the bed, straddling his form, her thighs locking his hips in position, and rubbed her hands together a few times before laying them on his strong back.
He had to refrain from moaning just at the contact of her warm hands on his skin, the scent of what he thought to be massage oil invading his senses. She started rubbing slow, lazy circles on his back, his shoulders, up to the back of his neck, and down again, to the middle of his spine, looking for tense knots and working her fingers to loosen them, until she felt them slowly disappear, and moved to another spot, satisfied with her work.
He was halfway between being incredibly horny and falling asleep, relaxing under her skilled fingers, as she relished the feeling of just making him feel good, really good.
He did moan at some point, when she worked her way through a really big knot between his shoulder blades, and then leant down to kiss his back, nipping lightly at his skin, nuzzling his neck. "How's it going?"
"Hmmm..." He turned his head, and she saw his blissful grin and pecked his cheek. "Pretty amazing so far..."
She smiled. "Good, we've still got a couple of steps left..."
He tried to turn but the lock of her thighs was firm, and he chuckled. "Someone's taken their leading role quite seriously, I see."
"As I said, I'm in charge tonight. All you've got to do is relax, lay back, and let me do something for you, for once."
He let out a stifled groan, as her hips ground into his backside more forcefully, her hands still roaming on his back.
"Are we ready for part three?" Her whisper sent chills down his spine, and he nodded vigorously.
She got off the bed, amused by his look of disappointment, and led the way back inside, and upstairs, the flickering candlelight guiding them to their bedroom.
Once again, she pushed lightly on his chest, and he grabbed her hips before sitting down, as she looked down on him with a corked eyebrow. "Now, now. Who said you could take me down with you?"
He moved closer for a kiss. "I'm sorry, I felt I should step up, this is kinda my natural habitat." His grin was wide and dorky, and she burst into laughter, as she reached for the champagne bottle she had previously put on ice, and handed him two glasses.
"What are we celebrating?"
She smiled. "Your album. My next movie. Being together. The future." She clinked her crystal with his. "Take your pick."
He downed his glass in two sips, and she refilled it. "So your plan is to get me drunk, hm?"
She giggled. "Not quite. I really want you to remember this night..."
She nestled up in his lap, finishing her champagne glass and laying it on the bedside table, as he drank his second one and lightly stroked her back, running back and forth on the silk of her nightgown, and kissing her hair.
They stayed like that for a while, hardly speaking, but just enjoying the feeling of being together, close, alone. When he set his own glass aside too, she twisted in his arms, and straddled his middle, moving closer to his face to lay a soft kiss on his lips. Her hands moved to cup his face, her fingers in his hair, and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance, duelling with him for dominance, until she got up on her knees and pushed down on his chest, and he laid down, shifting so that he was in the middle of the bed, as she quickly got rid of her gown.
She followed him, and straddled his middle again, kissing a path down his neck, to his collarbone, and up to his chin, kissing and licking his dimple, her hands roaming on his chest, ligthly tweaking his nipples, and he almost shot up off the bed, his hips moving aimlessly upwards, and his male pride was a bit hurt by his own eagerness, but he didn't really care, he desperately needed her, and had the feeling she wouldn't give in so easily.
She smiled as her mouth followed the path her hands had just traced on his chest, and flicked a nipple between her lips, feeding off the moans and whispered curse words that left his mouth in an endless litany, his breath ragged, his chest heaving up and down. Her fingers danced on his abs, jumping on his dance lines, her tongue tracing his treasure trail down to the waistband of his swimsuit, and she smirked when she noticed the suit had dried out by now, apart from a small spot right in the middle, where his erection was painfully trying to break free from its confines.
She hooked the elastic in her index fingers, and he eagerly lifted his butt to aid her, and she took the chance to pinch his cheeks, giggling when he yelped loudly.
"Aw, did I hurt you, baby?" Her lips were grazing the skin just above his pubic bone, and he shivered at her tone. "I really didn't mean to..." Her mouth moved lower, and he let out a strangled sound. "How can I ever make it up to you, hm?"
"Jay... God... oh my God..."
Her path steered to his right hipbone, and it took him all his self-control not to groan in frustration. She kissed the soft skin there, nuzzling the bone with her nose. "I could... let's see..." Her words were interrupted by kisses all over his flank and inner thigh, close to, but not quite where he needed her. "...bake you some cookies? I know you like my cookies..." She shifted to his left side, completely ignoring his very erect member. "Or maybe another massage? How about that?"
It took him three tries to find his voice. "No... Jayma... I..."
"No? I thought you liked it earlier..." Her right hand danced on the inside of his thigh, and he had to grip the sheets to regain some sort of control over himself.
"No... yes... I mean..." Her hair accidentally brushed his cock, and he felt his head exploding. "I loved it... but maybe... maybe later..."
"Later?" She raised her head, her eyes huge in wonder. "Want to do something else? Maybe we could watch one of those silly movies you like and I never want to watch..." Her hand finally reached the base of his penis, and she closed her thumb and forefinger around it. "How about it?"
She watched him take deep breaths, and wondered if he was practicing respiration techniques learnt in his years on stage, and closed her grip a bit tigther, and he choked on his words.
"Yes, baby?"
His grip on the sheets closed, and he took a breath, trying to steady his voice. "Jay... fuck, baby... I need..."
She moved her face down, her mouth now an inch from where he wanted it. "You need..." Her lips closed around his tip, and he shivered. "This?"
"Yes, yes... yesyesyes... this... please baby..."
She laid one more kiss on his lower belly, and finally circled his cock with her lips, slowly moving down, and then up again, bobbing her head at a maddening pace, swirling her tongue around his tip, sucking lightly, and he didn't mean to, but his hips instinctively left the mattress, and suddenly she had all of him in her mouth, and she felt his tip scrape her throat, and swallowed, before moving up again, and down, until he felt dizzy, and he didn't know if it was the champagne or those lips, but he wouldn't have been able to tell his own name in that moment.
One of her hands sneaked in between his thighs, and she squeezed the flesh beneath his member lightly, and was welcomed by a string of curses freely leaving his lips, and she knew he was close, very close, but the night wasn't over, and she slowly moved upwards, popping him out of her mouth. and he let out a moan which sounded a lot like her name, as she repeated the path on his torso, up to his lips.
"Was that..." He choked on his words. "Was that step four?"
She giggled, and kissed him again. "Yep..."
"Could I maybe... be in charge for step five?"
She shook her head, slipping out of her bikini, throwing the bra across the room. "You're always taking care of me... let me take care of you this time, okay?"
He nodded, his whole body tense in anticipation, and she straddled him again, only this time taking his cock in her hand, and hovering her center over it, and dipping a little, so that he could feel her, wet and warm and ready for him, the pure act of pleasuring him making her shiver in excitement.
He grabbed her hips, his eyes wide and focused on hers, and she allowed him to pull her down, guiding him inside, and when he finally was wrapped by her warmth, he groaned loudly, and raised his hips from the mattress, meeting her halfway, as she called his name, leaning her palms on his chest for support.
As they reached a steady rhythm, his hands moved from her waist to her breasts, and he squeezed each one not too lightly, making her moan as she leant down closer to him, and he captured a nipple in his mouth.
He took advantage of her transient distraction and flipped them over, finally able to hover above her, and ravish every inch of her skin he could lay his lips upon. Her hands tangled in his hair, as she decided in that moment to finally let him take control, and he plunged deep inside of her, his mouth clamped on her breasts, his right hand down between them, finding her most sensitive spot and flickering it lightly, before hearing her frustrated gasps and shifting to bury himself deeper, at an angle they both appreciated especially, his thumb and forefinger steadily pressing on her clit, her head turning on the mattress from one side to the other, her eyes shut.
He leant closer and kissed her earlobe. "Open your eyes... Jayma, baby, look at me."
She opened her brown eyes with what looked like a huge effort, her motor functions lost somewhere along with any rational thought, and he moved his fingers on her bundle of nerves as a thank you, and she was close, so close, and he was too, and he pulled back one last time before thrusting back in, sucking on her pulse point, until he felt the familiar feeling of her walls clamping down on him, and he watched her come before allowing himself the release he so desperately needed.
She pulled him back to her mouth, and kissed him deeply, closing her hands around his shoulders and holding him to her.
"Thank you for surrending half of step five to me..." He kissed her collarbone, and her neck, and she giggled lightly.
"It was my pleasure. And I mean it literally..."
He chuckled, and pulled out of her, sending an afterwave through her body. "I was thinking something..."
"Yes?"
"We'll have to get some papers ready for the wedding, right? Birth certificates and stuff?"
"Hm-hm, guess so, yeah."
"Then I was thinking of changing my address."
"What?"
"Yeah. Matthew James Morrison, Between my wife's legs, Los Angeles, CA" He looked focused for a moment, but his eyes were mischievous. "It's where I plan to spend most of my time, after all." He looked at her, serious, and she burst into laughter and shoved him by his shoulders, and he rolled over and brought her with him.
"Remind me again why I fell in love with a dork."
He grinned at her, kissing her nose. "Sheer luck on my side, I guess..." His arms closed around her shoulders, and she buried her face in his neck. "I don't know if I've ever been more relaxed than this... thank you, my little vixen."
Her lips laid a soft, wet kiss on his shoulder. "You're more than welcome. I love you."
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Got this idea twirling in my head and I just had to write it down. ;) Hope you enjoyed!
As usual, comments/reviews are <3. :)
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! Enjoy.
"Hello?" He managed to answer his phone while holding a cup of ice tea and opening his trailer door. "Yes, I know. There's nothing we can do about it." He sat down on his couch and took a sip of his drink. "We got backed up with filming, and it screwed up everyone's schedule. It happens."
He hung up the phone a few minutes later, sighing deeply, and laid down on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Another headache, he could just feel it coming. The delays during the last few days of Glee filming had messed up with pretty much everyone's plans- the kids had to start rehearsals for their tour, and he had been forced to cancel a few tv appearances and move others to later days, that were supposed to be used for tour rehearsals. He was tired, and frustrated, and worried he wouldn't have enough time to set up a perfect show, the one he had in mind.
He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, trying to relax.
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Shooting Glee in New York had been fun, and also weird, to see these two parts of his life mesh together, past and present. Fans had been relentless, and paps even more, but they were having such a good time nobody really minded.
Jayma had flown in a day before him, since he had to shoot a few scenes with Jane in LA, while she had set up a couple of meetings with wedding planners. It was so exciting, to think it was really happening. And a bit scary... but in a good way. Different than how he had felt that other time a wedding was in sight, the time he had run away and behaved like a fool. This time, the thought gave him chills, and made the hair on the back of his neck stick up, and his stomach shrink a little, but it was all sheer excitement. At the idea of standing at the end of an aisle, waiting for her, introducing her as his wife, or just drop it casually in the conversation. "My wife said..." "This is my wife's favorite..."
They had managed to attend a few of meetings with planners together, immediately agreeing with just a look not to hire the one claiming that "a wedding between two superstars should be celebrated in style... Ceremony in Central Park, and party at the Plaza!", since the last thing they wanted was a big, overstated event. On the Friday, after he had wrapped up his NYC scenes, she had taken him to meet the one planner she had liked the best. They had gone with her to visit a chapel in the Upper West Side, close to Riverside Park, one he had never noticed before, with a garden around, similar to many English churches. It was small, but cozy and classy, and he liked it immediately.
As for the reception, they were presented with many options, from different hotels to other spaces. They asked for some time to think, but he had seen the way his fiancèe's eyes had widened in interest while going through pictures of a beautiful loft in Midtown Manhattan, close to the Empire State Building, with a wide terrace they could use for cocktails and dances, and a large and pretty room for the dinner party. It was private, classy, and they could make it exactly as they wanted it to be.
They got back to their place, quite exhausted from their errands but also happy things were finally moving forward in the planning. They caught a show on Broadway that night, her heart always soaring when she saw the look on his face whenever he got back to his roots, and went to bed early, ready for their day in DC for the White House Correspondents' Dinner.
She had been just so nervous. Even his constant reassurances that she did look amazing, and that it'd all go by smoothly hadn't been enough. She had never met the President, and was quite literally beside herself, but had managed to not spill her drink on either the President or the First Lady, charming them both in their short conversation with her manners and wit, as he just stared at the exchange in awe.
They had spent an unforgettable evening, and their week on the East Coast had been sealed in the best way possible, as he had been able to introduce her to many of his old Hairspray friends who were now working on Catch Me If You Can. She had already met a few in other occasions, but this time had been even more natural and easygoing, and during their backstage visit, all he could think about was their life in three, five, ten years, in his New York City, together.
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A light knock on his door interrupted his musings, and he got up.
"Hey."
His smile was warm, as the girl of his dreams had just materialized in front of him. "Hey yourself. Come on in."
She stepped inside, closing the door, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "How's it going?"
He sighed. "You know. Like it's been going for the past week. We've had to cancel two tv guests, and move the VH1 thing to the same day of the Upfronts."
She dragged him down on the sofa, and pulled his head on her shoulder, running her fingers through his curls. "I'm so sorry, baby. I don't know how you guys manage, if it had happened last year with my movie I would have gone insane."
He pecked her neck. "Yeah, I'm not doing so much. Just saying 'yes' or 'no' to whatever they put in front of me, you know? I hate not being in control. I love this show, but this delay is really messing up everything."
She kissed his head. "Shhhh. Try not to think about it for a minute, okay?"
He shifted even closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, and she resumed her light scratches in his hair, knowing well where to touch.
Before a full minute had passed, though, his phone rang again. His manager's assistant. He groaned, laying his forehead on her shoulder for a second, and taking a deep breath. "I should really take this, I'm sorry."
She leant back on the couch, observing him pace up and down, desperately trying to make ends meet in his relentless schedule, and a thought crept inside her head.
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Friday night, and he was in a bad mood. Sure, he had been able to leave the lot before 10pm, while the kids would be staying for who knew how long yet. But he was just so exhausted, and there was no ending in sight. He sighed deeply, realizing his thoughts would sound ungrateful, but he was just so tired.
He absentmindedly reached for his remote and opened the gate, pulling up in front of their house, and, lost in thoughts, it took him a little while to register the unusually dark windows. Her car was in the driveway, she hadn't mentioned any evening engagements, so she had to be home, right? He retrieved his backpack from the passenger's seat and locked the car, approaching the front door, unsure of what to expect.
He didn't even have time to get his keys from his pocket when the front door opened, and he had to hold on to the door frame not to fall down. She was standing in front of him, barefoot, wearing a very short, black nightgown, closed in the middle by a black strap, her red hair naturally curly and a bit messy, in that way he adored, her slim legs going on for miles. What he had interpreted as darkness from the outside was in fact what looked like hundreds of candles, of any shape and color, spread all around the living room, and leading to what looked like a path.
He still hadn't made a move to enter, and she giggled and held out her hands to him, dragging him inside and kissing his cheek. "Welcome home, baby."
He looked at her with a dopey grin, letting his backpack fall to the floor beside him, as his hands found her waist and his lips found hers. "This is quite the welcome..."
She allowed him to kiss her for a little while, but then pulled back, laying her palms on his chest. He grinned. "What's going on here?"
"Hm, you came home too early, and ruined my clandestine night with my secret lover." She jokingly turned around, and he caught her hands, pulling her back to him. "Ha, ha, very funny..."
She turned around, smiling, and cupped his cheek in her right hand. "You're too tired, and stressed out lately. I know it's not your choice, but I don't like that." She leant closer, to whisper in his ear. "So I thought I could help you... relax a little."
He looked at her, corking an eyebrow at her seductive tone. "I'd love that..."
"Just one rule." He nodded, transfixed, and she inwardly smirked. "I'm in charge."
His grin was mischievous as he nodded, and took the hand she was holding out to him, as she dragged him to their back garden, following the path of lit candles, which led all the way to the small hot tub beside their big swimming pool, and circled its edge, casting their dancing light on the warm and inviting bubbles inside.
"Tonight is made of a few steps..." She was almost panting with exhilaration, having spent most of the previous two days planning for this. "And this is the first one." She hinted to the tub, and reached to undo the bow on her gown, revealing an extremely sheer black bikini, one he had never seen before. She turned around and laid the gown on a deck chair, leaning forward a bit, fully conscious of where his eyes were resting in that very moment.
He suddenly realized he was still wearing those silly things, what were they called? Right, clothes. Who said they were necessary? He swiftly took off his jacket, and undid the first few buttons of his shirt, as she came closer and helped him in his task, sliding the cotton off his shoulders, and brushing her fingertips on his skin, down to his belt, which she opened, slowly, together with his jeans button and zipper, where she could already see the beginning of a bulge. She let his pants fall to his ankles, brushing the back of her fingers very lightly on his crotch, as his breathing became fast paced, his hands grabbing her small waist and pulling her flush against him.
She got closer for a kiss, but then pulled back again, and reached for the same deck chair where their clothes had landed, taking something and handing it to him. "Get in your swimsuit, I'll wait for you."
He looked taken aback for a second, but then moved closer to the chair to take off the remainder of his clothes, and quickly took off his boxers, willingly ignoring his growing erection, and wore the boxers she had picked for him.
They got in the tub together, and he let out a deep sigh of relief when his body was surrounded by hot bubbling water, letting his head fall back on the pool edge, closing his eyes.
She moved in the water, ticking his calves a little, her fingers dancing on his legs and thighs, and then moving to his chest. He grinned, and reached blindly for her shoulders, bringing her closer against him, her hands sliding to circle his neck and tangle in his hair, and she kissed him, a hungry kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, her teeth closing around his lower lip not too lightly, as her hips ground into his.
He moaned loudly in her mouth, pulling her as close as possible, and she curled in his lap, laying small kisses all along his neck and earlobe, her hands never ceasing their caresses in his hair.
He sighed deeply again, stroking her sides. "I really like this step one..."
She giggled, and reached over to turn the heat a bit higher, as his large palms settled between her bellybutton and her sides, his thumbs running over her skin lightly.
She was careful in her touches, aware of what to do to make him feel good without going overboard, the night wasn't over, it hadn't even started yet. They spent a long time in the hot tub, until she looked at his hand, laced with hers, and noticed his figertips, wrinkly from staying underwater too long, and finally moved off his lap, and stood up, dragging him to a standing position by his hand.
They stepped out of the water, drying out with a couple of towels, and he took the chance to rub her sides and arms softly, as she shivered lightly under his touch.
She wore the nightgown again, and hinted at the path of candles, which led the way to a sunbed that she had moved under their white gazebo.
He moved to the spot, and she lightly pushed on his back in order for him to sit on the edge.
"Lay down on your belly." her whisper was sultry, and he complied immediately, his heartbeat racing slightly in anticipation.
She reached for a nearby table, and took a small bottle, opening the cork and pouring a small amount of the content in her hands. She climbed on the bed, straddling his form, her thighs locking his hips in position, and rubbed her hands together a few times before laying them on his strong back.
He had to refrain from moaning just at the contact of her warm hands on his skin, the scent of what he thought to be massage oil invading his senses. She started rubbing slow, lazy circles on his back, his shoulders, up to the back of his neck, and down again, to the middle of his spine, looking for tense knots and working her fingers to loosen them, until she felt them slowly disappear, and moved to another spot, satisfied with her work.
He was halfway between being incredibly horny and falling asleep, relaxing under her skilled fingers, as she relished the feeling of just making him feel good, really good.
He did moan at some point, when she worked her way through a really big knot between his shoulder blades, and then leant down to kiss his back, nipping lightly at his skin, nuzzling his neck. "How's it going?"
"Hmmm..." He turned his head, and she saw his blissful grin and pecked his cheek. "Pretty amazing so far..."
She smiled. "Good, we've still got a couple of steps left..."
He tried to turn but the lock of her thighs was firm, and he chuckled. "Someone's taken their leading role quite seriously, I see."
"As I said, I'm in charge tonight. All you've got to do is relax, lay back, and let me do something for you, for once."
He let out a stifled groan, as her hips ground into his backside more forcefully, her hands still roaming on his back.
"Are we ready for part three?" Her whisper sent chills down his spine, and he nodded vigorously.
She got off the bed, amused by his look of disappointment, and led the way back inside, and upstairs, the flickering candlelight guiding them to their bedroom.
Once again, she pushed lightly on his chest, and he grabbed her hips before sitting down, as she looked down on him with a corked eyebrow. "Now, now. Who said you could take me down with you?"
He moved closer for a kiss. "I'm sorry, I felt I should step up, this is kinda my natural habitat." His grin was wide and dorky, and she burst into laughter, as she reached for the champagne bottle she had previously put on ice, and handed him two glasses.
"What are we celebrating?"
She smiled. "Your album. My next movie. Being together. The future." She clinked her crystal with his. "Take your pick."
He downed his glass in two sips, and she refilled it. "So your plan is to get me drunk, hm?"
She giggled. "Not quite. I really want you to remember this night..."
She nestled up in his lap, finishing her champagne glass and laying it on the bedside table, as he drank his second one and lightly stroked her back, running back and forth on the silk of her nightgown, and kissing her hair.
They stayed like that for a while, hardly speaking, but just enjoying the feeling of being together, close, alone. When he set his own glass aside too, she twisted in his arms, and straddled his middle, moving closer to his face to lay a soft kiss on his lips. Her hands moved to cup his face, her fingers in his hair, and she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance, duelling with him for dominance, until she got up on her knees and pushed down on his chest, and he laid down, shifting so that he was in the middle of the bed, as she quickly got rid of her gown.
She followed him, and straddled his middle again, kissing a path down his neck, to his collarbone, and up to his chin, kissing and licking his dimple, her hands roaming on his chest, ligthly tweaking his nipples, and he almost shot up off the bed, his hips moving aimlessly upwards, and his male pride was a bit hurt by his own eagerness, but he didn't really care, he desperately needed her, and had the feeling she wouldn't give in so easily.
She smiled as her mouth followed the path her hands had just traced on his chest, and flicked a nipple between her lips, feeding off the moans and whispered curse words that left his mouth in an endless litany, his breath ragged, his chest heaving up and down. Her fingers danced on his abs, jumping on his dance lines, her tongue tracing his treasure trail down to the waistband of his swimsuit, and she smirked when she noticed the suit had dried out by now, apart from a small spot right in the middle, where his erection was painfully trying to break free from its confines.
She hooked the elastic in her index fingers, and he eagerly lifted his butt to aid her, and she took the chance to pinch his cheeks, giggling when he yelped loudly.
"Aw, did I hurt you, baby?" Her lips were grazing the skin just above his pubic bone, and he shivered at her tone. "I really didn't mean to..." Her mouth moved lower, and he let out a strangled sound. "How can I ever make it up to you, hm?"
"Jay... God... oh my God..."
Her path steered to his right hipbone, and it took him all his self-control not to groan in frustration. She kissed the soft skin there, nuzzling the bone with her nose. "I could... let's see..." Her words were interrupted by kisses all over his flank and inner thigh, close to, but not quite where he needed her. "...bake you some cookies? I know you like my cookies..." She shifted to his left side, completely ignoring his very erect member. "Or maybe another massage? How about that?"
It took him three tries to find his voice. "No... Jayma... I..."
"No? I thought you liked it earlier..." Her right hand danced on the inside of his thigh, and he had to grip the sheets to regain some sort of control over himself.
"No... yes... I mean..." Her hair accidentally brushed his cock, and he felt his head exploding. "I loved it... but maybe... maybe later..."
"Later?" She raised her head, her eyes huge in wonder. "Want to do something else? Maybe we could watch one of those silly movies you like and I never want to watch..." Her hand finally reached the base of his penis, and she closed her thumb and forefinger around it. "How about it?"
She watched him take deep breaths, and wondered if he was practicing respiration techniques learnt in his years on stage, and closed her grip a bit tigther, and he choked on his words.
"Yes, baby?"
His grip on the sheets closed, and he took a breath, trying to steady his voice. "Jay... fuck, baby... I need..."
She moved her face down, her mouth now an inch from where he wanted it. "You need..." Her lips closed around his tip, and he shivered. "This?"
"Yes, yes... yesyesyes... this... please baby..."
She laid one more kiss on his lower belly, and finally circled his cock with her lips, slowly moving down, and then up again, bobbing her head at a maddening pace, swirling her tongue around his tip, sucking lightly, and he didn't mean to, but his hips instinctively left the mattress, and suddenly she had all of him in her mouth, and she felt his tip scrape her throat, and swallowed, before moving up again, and down, until he felt dizzy, and he didn't know if it was the champagne or those lips, but he wouldn't have been able to tell his own name in that moment.
One of her hands sneaked in between his thighs, and she squeezed the flesh beneath his member lightly, and was welcomed by a string of curses freely leaving his lips, and she knew he was close, very close, but the night wasn't over, and she slowly moved upwards, popping him out of her mouth. and he let out a moan which sounded a lot like her name, as she repeated the path on his torso, up to his lips.
"Was that..." He choked on his words. "Was that step four?"
She giggled, and kissed him again. "Yep..."
"Could I maybe... be in charge for step five?"
She shook her head, slipping out of her bikini, throwing the bra across the room. "You're always taking care of me... let me take care of you this time, okay?"
He nodded, his whole body tense in anticipation, and she straddled him again, only this time taking his cock in her hand, and hovering her center over it, and dipping a little, so that he could feel her, wet and warm and ready for him, the pure act of pleasuring him making her shiver in excitement.
He grabbed her hips, his eyes wide and focused on hers, and she allowed him to pull her down, guiding him inside, and when he finally was wrapped by her warmth, he groaned loudly, and raised his hips from the mattress, meeting her halfway, as she called his name, leaning her palms on his chest for support.
As they reached a steady rhythm, his hands moved from her waist to her breasts, and he squeezed each one not too lightly, making her moan as she leant down closer to him, and he captured a nipple in his mouth.
He took advantage of her transient distraction and flipped them over, finally able to hover above her, and ravish every inch of her skin he could lay his lips upon. Her hands tangled in his hair, as she decided in that moment to finally let him take control, and he plunged deep inside of her, his mouth clamped on her breasts, his right hand down between them, finding her most sensitive spot and flickering it lightly, before hearing her frustrated gasps and shifting to bury himself deeper, at an angle they both appreciated especially, his thumb and forefinger steadily pressing on her clit, her head turning on the mattress from one side to the other, her eyes shut.
He leant closer and kissed her earlobe. "Open your eyes... Jayma, baby, look at me."
She opened her brown eyes with what looked like a huge effort, her motor functions lost somewhere along with any rational thought, and he moved his fingers on her bundle of nerves as a thank you, and she was close, so close, and he was too, and he pulled back one last time before thrusting back in, sucking on her pulse point, until he felt the familiar feeling of her walls clamping down on him, and he watched her come before allowing himself the release he so desperately needed.
She pulled him back to her mouth, and kissed him deeply, closing her hands around his shoulders and holding him to her.
"Thank you for surrending half of step five to me..." He kissed her collarbone, and her neck, and she giggled lightly.
"It was my pleasure. And I mean it literally..."
He chuckled, and pulled out of her, sending an afterwave through her body. "I was thinking something..."
"Yes?"
"We'll have to get some papers ready for the wedding, right? Birth certificates and stuff?"
"Hm-hm, guess so, yeah."
"Then I was thinking of changing my address."
"What?"
"Yeah. Matthew James Morrison, Between my wife's legs, Los Angeles, CA" He looked focused for a moment, but his eyes were mischievous. "It's where I plan to spend most of my time, after all." He looked at her, serious, and she burst into laughter and shoved him by his shoulders, and he rolled over and brought her with him.
"Remind me again why I fell in love with a dork."
He grinned at her, kissing her nose. "Sheer luck on my side, I guess..." His arms closed around her shoulders, and she buried her face in his neck. "I don't know if I've ever been more relaxed than this... thank you, my little vixen."
Her lips laid a soft, wet kiss on his shoulder. "You're more than welcome. I love you."
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Got this idea twirling in my head and I just had to write it down. ;) Hope you enjoyed!
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