Like A Virgin - Chapter 47 (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.
They stumbled across the hotel suite she had just got to know a few hours before. They were drunk, both with alcohol and adrenaline, the excitement from the concert unlikely to wear off for a while.
-----
She was so proud she literally felt her chest burst with pride, and love, at the way he had looked straight in her eyes when singing "Hey", and "She's like the wind", her cheeks still blushing from when he had dedicated the first one to her, the brief mention of his "beautiful, brilliant soon-to-be-wife" gaining ecstatic cheers from the crowd, his mom squeezing her arm lightly, whispering a "Welcome to the family" which she had accepted with tears in her eyes.
And afterwards, backstage, she had been forced to wait a long time, while he met fans and random British celebrities that had come to greet him, making small talk with Matt's friends Rick and Rebecca, admiring the new engagement ring on her friend's left hand, smiling at her excitement and promising her to give a hand with the wedding preparations, once she would be through with her own.
She had waited to go to him, until the last one of his friends and family members had left him alone, to shower and get ready for the afterparty, and then had opened the door to his dressing room, sneaking behind his sitting form to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
"That was amazing, baby."
He smiled, and leaned his head against her shoulder. "It was really good. All that energy..." He sneaked a hand around her waist and guided her to sit beside him on the bench, as she gladly complied.
Before she could so much as look up at him, he had crashed his lips against hers, his hands bringing her closer, tangling in her hair, his tongue sliding hungrily over hers, and then moving to her jaw, her earlobe, her pulse point, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling not too gently.
She felt her head swimming before she could realize what was happening, and then tried to pull him away. "Hmmm, Matty." She stopped him with a finger on his lips. "We've got a party to go to, baby. Your party."
"I don't give a damn about a party." He went back to kissing her neck, and she felt her eyes roll in the back of her head at a skillful touch. "I want you. Now."
She pulled back with a grin. "Yes you do give a damn. All your friends and family are gonna be there. And it's a party for you. And I care." He cupped her cheek, and she kissed his palm. "I want you too, baby. So much." She winked. "But I have the feeling I'll still want you in a couple of hours."
He sighed dramatically, allowing her to climb off his lap. "Fine, fine. We have to celebrate Rick anyway." He stole another kiss. "But don't think this is over, miss."
She giggled. "I sure hope not. Go get your shower. I'll be outside with the others."
-----
And now, two hours of music and drinks later, they had hardly managed to get inside their room without leaving a trail of clothes behind. His hands reached for the zipper of her dress as soon as they closed the door, as he walked her backwards through the room.
They stumbled against a coffee table, not quite used to the geography of the room as they were at home in LA. He steered her to the right, nearly knocking off a lamp, and she giggled in his mouth. "Clumsy...."
He didn't bother replying as his hands pushed off the straps of her dress, and she allowed the fabric to pool at her feet, leaning on his shoulder for support as she stepped out of it, and he grabbed the chance to pin her against the wall for a deep kiss, grinding his hips into hers, his erection rubbing firmly against her center, and she moaned loudly, lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist.
They finally reached the bedroom, and he dropped her gently on the bed, her form bouncing slightly on the mattress, her hands reaching blindly to drag him down with her.
She discarded the black denim shirt he was wearing within seconds, throwing it beside them, and before he could realize it, she had pulled him down by his belt hoops, and was now straddling his waist, undoing his button and zipper.
He shrugged his pants and socks off in one move, crawling on the mattress towards her, as she slid backwards on her elbows, giggling.
He raised an eyebrow, his look almost feral. "You trying to escape? You know there's no chance, right?"
She giggled. "I wouldn't dream of it."
He dove on her, kissing anywhere he could reach, his hands sneaking behind her to unfasten her bra, his lips and tongue tracing her neck, her collarbone, the soft skin above her breasts, his teeth coming down to bite on her body, more forcefully than they were used to, and for a fleeting second he got worried he had gone overboard, but she just moaned louder, bringing his head closer, her chest heaving off the mattress.
His efforts doubled, and suddenly he was licking and sucking every inch of her body he could reach, biting her tender flesh over and over again, his adrenaline mixed with the lack of physical contact for two weeks strong enough to light off a switch in his brain, and it was like at the airport, but more, so much more, nothing else in the world but for the two of them, and her hands sneaking under his boxers, and her moans filling his senses.
He swiftly got rid of her bra, gently nuzzling her breasts with his nose, teasing her, so soft it gave her shivers, and she relaxed under his touch, until he suddenly clamped down on a nipple, sucking firmly, and she was not expecting that, and it was so incredibly hot she couldn't refrain the scream of his name that spilled from her lips, and it only made him want her more, closer.
He switched between her breasts, nuzzling the skin between her mounds gently, his hands running back and forth on her belly, down to her panties and up again, and finally she regained part of her motor skills and managed to push his boxers down clumsily, as he shifted to help her, and pulled off her black panties before straddling her once again.
He sighed in her neck. "I missed you so much, Jay, you have no idea."
She smirked, and pulled him up for a kiss. "Oh, I think I do..." She deepened their kiss, and from a sweet reminder of their mutual longing it turned into fire, and suddenly he was out of breath, kissing her neck, and ear, and mouth, and God knows where else, he wasn't even looking, he just knew he had to taste her, feel her closer, mark her as his, and it was so silly, she was his, and he was hers, but he bit down on her, over and over, and she wasn't stopping him, she was pushing him down on her, and then one of her hands sneaked down and she grabbed him, and it was so sudden and firm that his arm almost gave way, and he let his head drop down for a second, his eyes shutting close.
She ran her hand back and forth on his lenght, revelling in how something that hard could be enveloped in such soft skin, and after only a few strokes her fingertips felt him leaking, and she moved her neck away from his lips for a moment, to stare in his eyes.
"Matty." He was looking at her, his eyes dark and lustful, his breathing fast-paced and shallow. Her other hand moved to his butt and she pushed him down to her, and she guided him along her center, wet and ready for him, running him along her slit, and he grabbed himself over her hand and guided his tip to her clit, teasing her, making her gasp in pleasure and frustration.
She looked at him, almost pouting at his teasing, and he thought he had never seen anything more adorable, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in her, and stay there forever.
She shifted, waking him from his thoughts, and circled his neck with her hands, and he rested his forehead on hers, their noses touching. "Please, Matthew." She kissed him, hungry, her eyes wide and loving.
"Please what?"
She huffed at his teasing tone, unable to wait any longer, and moved against him again. "Please." Another kiss. "Just fuck me."
How could he ever say no to her? And even more, why would he ever want to say no to her?
He kissed her deeply, and positioned at her entrance, and she lifted her hips to meet him, and then he was inside of her, and it felt like they had never stopped doing this, and at the same time as if he had been without her for years, she was so incredibly tight, and he felt so perfect, at home, and warm, and right.
She started meeting his hips more forcefully, thrust for thrust, and pushed his butt towards her more, and when he looked at her, wondering what had gotten through her, she just looked at him, and moved her legs higher on his hips. "More... MORE, Matt!"
He was surprised for a second, because their lovemaking was always passionate, but mostly romantic, but then stared into her eyes, and read her sheer need for him, for them, and he felt it too, so he just pumped harder, as she kept panting "Harder, faster, more, more..." until she came undone, and he followed her with a last thrust, and they collapsed together, in a pile of limbs and sweat and groans, and many, endless declarations of love.
-----
"Bye, London!" She waved jockingly at the outline of the city, becoming smaller and smaller as the plane raised in the air. "Next time we're here I want to visit a lot more. Just seeing the House of Parliaments by night isn't enough."
He circled her shoulders with an arm, and laid his lips on her hair. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Next time we'll play the tourists here too." He grinned at her. "
She thought back to the times she had come to the UK with Adam, and realized she wanted to rewrite history, as much as possible at least, and grinned at him. "Definitely."
They had a quiet two-hours flight, Matt listening to music, Jayma falling asleep right after the take-off, her circadian rhythms not quite adjusted to the 9-hours jet lag between California and Europe, and she nestled on his left shoulder, while he absentmindedly ran a finger through her hair.
Before they knew it, they were landing in Rome, the first stop of their European vacation. Matt had already been there once with his dad and stepmom, but she hadn't, and couldn't refrain her excitement as their car sped through the city, bringing them to their exclusive hotel right behind Piazza Navona.
"Ugh." He landed face first on their bed as soon as they got in their suite, the exhaustion, stress and excitement of the previous two weeks washing over him all at once, and she laid down beside him, running a hand through his curls.
He shifted and laid his head on her shoulder, and she kept carressing his hair, scratching lightly behind his left ear, and he made her giggle when he almost purred at a particularly welcomed touch.
"Hey. Do you wanna skip sightseeing for tonight? Grab dinner here and call it a night?"
He shook his head against her neck. "No..." His reply was interrupted by a yawn. "We should go explore. Get lost around."
"Okay." She kissed the back of his head. "Give me half an hour for a shower?"
"Absolutely not." He jumped on the bed and grabbed her by the waist, hovering above her, and raising an eyebrow suggestively. "Let's save some water."
She burst into laughter, and took the hand he was offering her, as they headed to their shower.
-----
"Grazie. Arrivederci." They walked out of the shop, surprised at not being recognized for the first time in months. Glee was big in Italy, but not quite as much as in the US and UK, and they were enjoying their downtime. As nice as it was to meet fans, it was even nicer not to pose for dozens of pictures every day.
She took his hand and kissed his knuckles. "Hmmm, I could quite get used to you speaking Italian..."
He chuckled. "Duly noted. I don't remember much from Piazza though."
"More than enough to sound sexy as hell."
"Molto bene..." He grinned at her as they walked towards the center of Piazza di Spagna, Jayma fishing out her guide to read, Matthew getting his camera to snag a couple of pictures.
She made a funny face as he got a caption of her reading her guide. "Are we gonna be one of those annoying couples that show their vacation pics to everyone?"
He laughed, looking around to ask someone to take their picture. "I hope not, jeez." He touched a guy on the shoulder, and asked for a picture in his broken Italian.
They had to stop for a couple of pictures with some teenage girls, almost hysterical for being in front of "Will and Emma". He was still signing autographs as she waved goodbye to the group and walked to her right, her nose not leaving her book, until she stopped in front of a small pale orange building.
"It says here this was Keats' home until he died, he was only 25... it's a museum now, how about we have a look?"
She turned her head to find him staring at her, a sly grin on his face, arms crossed on his chest.
"Hey, don't look at me like that, I can read my pretty guide on my own and learn a lot about this city while you're off showing your abs to the crowd or something." He raised an eyebrow without commenting, and she waved her guide to his face. "On vacation, I'm guidebook girl. Take it or leave it."
He chuckled, and walked to her, circling her waist and pulling her closer. "I'll take it." He laid his lips on the tip of her nose. "I'll take it forever."
-----
"Oh, God." She was exhausted. They had literally walked around all day long, trying to absorb as much of the sights as possible. He had suggested they took a car to get them around, but no. She had said it was better to walk or use the underground to get in the reality of the city. Right. Nice idea, Jayma. And now her legs hurt. And her feet. And, for some reason, her shoulders. Oh, God. She dropped on the bed on her belly, half-asleep while waiting for him to get out of the bathroom.
"Hmmm..." A strong pair of hands had landed on her shoulders, moving her copper hair aside, pressing down on her tense points, making her moan.
He knelt down over her, straddling her hips, and started rubbing circles on her shoulders and back, down her spine and up to her neck, over and over, as she relaxed below him, a content smile spreading on her face.
After a little while, she felt his warm, minty breath on her neck and ear, and he bent down to press a kiss on her soft skin, nuzzling her behind her ear.
"Hmm, don't even think about it... I'm so tired."
"Do you trust me, sweetheart? Are you happy with me?" He kissed her neck. "Sei felice?"
There it was, that dirty trick. Speaking Italian... damn, he was so sexy. She turned on her back, his thighs still on each side of her waist. "Of course I am... and of course I trust you."
"Good, because I wanna make you relax... feel better..." He gently nibbled her earlobe between his lips, and then moved his hands down her body, removing her shorts and panties. His lips found hers, and he breathed a "Bellissima..." before kissing her deeply. "I love you Jayma..."
"Say that in Italian."
He smirked. "Hmm... it should be ti amo... not positive about it, but believe me, I do mean it."
"Ti amo... Sounds almost musical. I like that."
"Yeah? I hope you'll like this too..." He kissed down her belly, lifting her tank top, and then headed straight for his set destination, spreading her legs to accomodate his head. "Just relax, sweetie... it's been a long, beautiful day." He laid his lips on her center, inhaling her scent. "Let me make this a beautiful night too..."
_________________________
I wanted to wait a bit before posting this one, but some friends really wanted to read, so here it is. Hope you liked! Thoughts?