'Something New' - Jayma/Matt (7/7)
Title: Something New
Author: jaymatt
Pairing: Jayma/Matt
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jaymatt is awesome....sorry if you're offended by that.
*Author Note: An epilogue will be posted tomorrow.
Chapter 7
The knock at the door signaled his arrival, and she stood frozen, staring at the handle willing it to open without her mediation. It was a constant battle with her mind and her heart; her heart spoke louder.
When the opening door revealed him, his eyes so sad, so wanting, it took her breath away. No words were spoken as their eyes said everything they needed to say. Jayma stepped aside and he walked in, turning to watch her shut and lock the door behind them. She looked so causal standing there, bare foot, jean shorts that hardly covered any leg at all, and a loose fitting white shirt, the neck open wide revealing a naked shoulder as it hung down her arm. Her hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, wisps of hair framing her face beautifully. There was barely a stitch of makeup covering her; she had never been more beautiful. And he knew he would do whatever it took to make her his; even if it was just for tonight. He needed her.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words seemed right, and her lips pressed tightly together again. Confusion, jealousy, guilt, love, passion, want, lust; it was too much and she needed comfort. Closing the short distance between them she buried herself in his chest, her arms linking around his back; she inhaled him, his scent and it made everything feel so right. Safety.
He returned the embrace feverishly, his arms so strong and tight around her she couldn’t breathe for a moment. And before she knew it she was floating, carried bridal style in his arms as he walked them to her bedroom. She clung to his neck as if he would disappear should she loosen her grip on him; and she buried her face there.
Matt lowered her to the bed, her grip remaining as she pulled him with her; there they lay wrapped up so tightly in each other, so scared to let go. Jayma never lifted her face from the home it had created against his neck, and his skin was hot and wet with her breath. Matt rubbed slow circles on her back; he wanted so badly to comfort her. Make it all go away; the questions, the guilt. It was all so hard and so easy. It felt so wrong but so right; and he understood her torment. Things had seemed so non-consequential before yesterday. Renee had shed light onto what it was they were actually doing. But, it didn’t quench their desire.
“Jay?” He pulled her face from his body so he could look into her eyes when he spoke. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know where this…” he indicted between the two of them. “…is going. I know it’s not the right thing to do, but I also know that what I feel for you is the furthest thing from wrong. Nothing has ever felt so right or so natural to me before. I know that I am so completely in love with you; I have no idea if you feel the same way, but I know you feel something. I just want to be with you, whenever, where ever, and for however long you’ll have me.”
Jayma’s eyes were clouded in tears as he spoke, and she only had one thing to say. “Make love to me Matt.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before a small moan escaped her lips, more like a soft whimper, at just the moment when he ran his tongue along her lip. Matt attached his lips to hers. It was sweet and loving; unhurried. They explored each other, discovering that their lips interlocked so perfectly, and their tongues slid together so effortlessly; things neither had noticed in their previous lustful driven encounters. This was different; love and desire.
Jayma had one hand in his curls anchoring him to her, the other lay over his jaw, feeling it move, tense, and love her so much. His light stubble added a friction against her skin and she wondered how it would feel as it rubbed against the skin of her thighs. The thought sent a wave of arousal to her core and she moaned into their kiss.
He was easily intoxicated by the feel and taste of her. His hand moved down the dip in her back slowly, enjoying the slope downward toward the small of her back and the gradual curve back up to her ass. His hand firmly grasped one cheek, pulling her even tighter against him, unwilling to leave any unnecessary space between them, eventually allowing his hand to move down to pull her leg up over his hip. He moved from her mouth kissing along her jaw line to the spot below her ear.
Matt moved them so that he was hovering over her; using the new position to gain access to more of her. He kissed feather like kisses along her neck, sucking and biting. He moved with nearly infuriating slowness, but the sensations were incredible. Jayma’s body arched into his, yearning for contact. He snaked an arm under her lower back, pulling her to him; tight. His mouth found her exposed shoulder where he made sure to appreciate each and every freckle displayed there. His mouth moved further down, he made sure to learn every curve of her body in his path, incase this would be his only chance; he memorized her. When he reached her chest they worked together at riding her of her shirt. Her upper body exposed to him fully for the first time, Matt took the time to look at her; perfection.
His lingering gaze made her feel so loved, so adored; and when his lips clamped around a nipple she hissed his name. He licked and sucked; she shook. Her body ached to feel his naked skin against her own, and she reached for the hem of his shirt lifting it from his body; her hands falling to his chest. Her fingers roamed, his muscles felt so very defined and it turned her on so much. She raked her nails up and down his toned abs, feeling them flex under her touch, she was mesmerized. He kissed her again and she could taste her skin on his tongue; his length was hard against her thigh and it was painful not to have him inside of her.
Matt felt Jayma grinding against him, it would be so easy to tear off the clothing obstructing them, so easy to push into her forcefully, pumping madly until they were both dizzy; there would be time for that later, right now he wanted to worship her.
His lips left hers, his body moving lower and she felt him return to her breast; he kissed from her breast along the edge of her ribs and down her stomach maintaining the maddening pace; his tongue drawing an unknown pattern as it trailed lower and lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, never pulling his skillful mouth from her skin. She gripped the sheets in anticipation. He pulled the jean shorts and panties so slowly down her legs; kissing her skin all the way, adoring the legs he’d looked at and admired so many times from afar. He discarded the garments into a pile on the floor; slowly he kissed and licked his way back up the inside of a leg.
Her toes curled as the sensations his mouth inflicted intensified. She felt his tongue run along her inner thigh and she couldn’t help her reflex as she thrust her hips forward a frustrated groan from deep in her throat echoed around the room. This wasn’t about teasing and he proved that as his lips closed around her clit flicking it so lightly with his tongue over and over; her body twitched with his every pass. And when his tongue entered her, her eyes rolled back as she whined his name. Her hands grasped at his curls as she begged him to let them finally be one. “God, Matt….please.” Her head tossed to the side as his mouth continued pleasuring her to the point of coming undone. He was lost in the taste and feel of her, dipping his tongue into her to fully taste her and then running it in long wide strokes up to her clit, each time surrounding it with his lips before beginning again. “Please Matt; I want you inside of me.” And she tugged on his hair, desperate for him.
Matt slid up her body capturing her lips in his, he kissed her hard, needy; groaning hoarsely as Jayma ran a hand up and down his length, pumping it, her grip tightening as desire built. And when they couldn’t take it any longer, Jayma positioned him at her entrance; eyes locked as he pushed into her, deliberate and slow. When he was completely inside her, he lifted her just enough to slip one hand under the small of her back, one behind her shoulders, and held her tightly against him, keeping some of his weight on his elbows. He buried his face down into her shoulder and neck and held his breath for a moment. "I thought I'd never get to be here," he finally whispered into her ear, "with you, like this." He kissed her fully. “Jay, my god, you feel so fucking good.”
She shuddered against his confession; cupping his face in her hands as she nodded her agreement. He felt so good inside of her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist allowing him deeper access, and he started to move inside; it was so slow it ached but nothing had ever felt better. They took their time, kissing, sucking, touching, moaning; nothing existed but them in that moment, every feeling heightened.
He loved the sensation of her entire body against his, her breasts smashed between them, her face so near he could feel her gasps, soft moans and each breath against his skin. His hand and forearm under her back put her at a perfect angle, the position adding just the right amount of friction. Her arms snaked around his neck, hands in his curls, face buried in his neck as she met his movements exactly, the sensation of needs being filled so fully, as well as the heavy pressure of him against her had her nearing her peak quickly.
Her whimpers laid hotly against his skin, driving him mad. His grip around her tightened as she moved faster, nearing her climax. His lips found her ear and he sucked it roughly before he spoke. “Come for me Jayma.” He felt his entire body tense as she tightened around him in powerful pulses, her ankles hooked behind his back and her legs clamped down on him, pulling him into her as her orgasm hit its peak, and he found he could no longer resist; his climax was completely overwhelming as he spilled himself into her. He collapsed down on top of her heavily, trying to keep himself slightly lifted but finding his arms and legs were largely useless; struggling for air, not a care in the world that they hadn’t used protection; and for a moment he hoped that they had made a baby, it would be perfect.
Jayma’s chest rose and fell quickly as she came down off of the high, the aftershocks sending waves of pleasure through her. When she had regulated her breathing she began placing feather light kisses all over Matt’s face, jaw, neck. “You. Are. Amazing.” She made her way to his lips, kissing him passionately. When she pulled away she looked straight into his eyes. “I love you too.” She bit her lip nervous at his reaction to her finally admitting it. “I love you Matt.”
All he could do was smile; rolling them to the side and pulling her to him he kissed her forehead. They laid there for a long while, basking in the afterglow; smiles, caresses, kisses. But he saw it in her face when reality snuck its way back into her mind; tears appearing in pools under amber.
“Hey, don’t cry.” He pulled her against him soothing her, an arm strong around her back, and a hand cupping her face forcing her eyes to meet his as he spoke. “Like I said, Jay, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I want to be with you. And whatever you choose to do, it won’t be easy. It’s going to be really hard; whatever you decide. But I promise that if you choose me I’ll make the pain worth it.” She clenched him tightly and he felt her nod against his chest. They laid silent for a long few moments.
“God. Why did you have to be so good in bed?” Jayma playfully pushed at his shoulder. She was using humor to lighten the mood and he was so thankful for that side of her.
“It is one of my more cultivated skills, I have to agree.” He winked at her pulling her against him as she faked resistance. She relented to him easily, resting her palm on his jaw as she gazed into his eyes. Matt’s fingers found hers and he interlocked them; they had a bond that was undeniable. They both smiled brightly, so happy to be where they were. The future may be uncertain but everything right now was perfect.
Author: jaymatt
Pairing: Jayma/Matt
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jaymatt is awesome....sorry if you're offended by that.
*Author Note: An epilogue will be posted tomorrow.
Chapter 7
The knock at the door signaled his arrival, and she stood frozen, staring at the handle willing it to open without her mediation. It was a constant battle with her mind and her heart; her heart spoke louder.
When the opening door revealed him, his eyes so sad, so wanting, it took her breath away. No words were spoken as their eyes said everything they needed to say. Jayma stepped aside and he walked in, turning to watch her shut and lock the door behind them. She looked so causal standing there, bare foot, jean shorts that hardly covered any leg at all, and a loose fitting white shirt, the neck open wide revealing a naked shoulder as it hung down her arm. Her hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, wisps of hair framing her face beautifully. There was barely a stitch of makeup covering her; she had never been more beautiful. And he knew he would do whatever it took to make her his; even if it was just for tonight. He needed her.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words seemed right, and her lips pressed tightly together again. Confusion, jealousy, guilt, love, passion, want, lust; it was too much and she needed comfort. Closing the short distance between them she buried herself in his chest, her arms linking around his back; she inhaled him, his scent and it made everything feel so right. Safety.
He returned the embrace feverishly, his arms so strong and tight around her she couldn’t breathe for a moment. And before she knew it she was floating, carried bridal style in his arms as he walked them to her bedroom. She clung to his neck as if he would disappear should she loosen her grip on him; and she buried her face there.
Matt lowered her to the bed, her grip remaining as she pulled him with her; there they lay wrapped up so tightly in each other, so scared to let go. Jayma never lifted her face from the home it had created against his neck, and his skin was hot and wet with her breath. Matt rubbed slow circles on her back; he wanted so badly to comfort her. Make it all go away; the questions, the guilt. It was all so hard and so easy. It felt so wrong but so right; and he understood her torment. Things had seemed so non-consequential before yesterday. Renee had shed light onto what it was they were actually doing. But, it didn’t quench their desire.
“Jay?” He pulled her face from his body so he could look into her eyes when he spoke. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know where this…” he indicted between the two of them. “…is going. I know it’s not the right thing to do, but I also know that what I feel for you is the furthest thing from wrong. Nothing has ever felt so right or so natural to me before. I know that I am so completely in love with you; I have no idea if you feel the same way, but I know you feel something. I just want to be with you, whenever, where ever, and for however long you’ll have me.”
Jayma’s eyes were clouded in tears as he spoke, and she only had one thing to say. “Make love to me Matt.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before a small moan escaped her lips, more like a soft whimper, at just the moment when he ran his tongue along her lip. Matt attached his lips to hers. It was sweet and loving; unhurried. They explored each other, discovering that their lips interlocked so perfectly, and their tongues slid together so effortlessly; things neither had noticed in their previous lustful driven encounters. This was different; love and desire.
Jayma had one hand in his curls anchoring him to her, the other lay over his jaw, feeling it move, tense, and love her so much. His light stubble added a friction against her skin and she wondered how it would feel as it rubbed against the skin of her thighs. The thought sent a wave of arousal to her core and she moaned into their kiss.
He was easily intoxicated by the feel and taste of her. His hand moved down the dip in her back slowly, enjoying the slope downward toward the small of her back and the gradual curve back up to her ass. His hand firmly grasped one cheek, pulling her even tighter against him, unwilling to leave any unnecessary space between them, eventually allowing his hand to move down to pull her leg up over his hip. He moved from her mouth kissing along her jaw line to the spot below her ear.
Matt moved them so that he was hovering over her; using the new position to gain access to more of her. He kissed feather like kisses along her neck, sucking and biting. He moved with nearly infuriating slowness, but the sensations were incredible. Jayma’s body arched into his, yearning for contact. He snaked an arm under her lower back, pulling her to him; tight. His mouth found her exposed shoulder where he made sure to appreciate each and every freckle displayed there. His mouth moved further down, he made sure to learn every curve of her body in his path, incase this would be his only chance; he memorized her. When he reached her chest they worked together at riding her of her shirt. Her upper body exposed to him fully for the first time, Matt took the time to look at her; perfection.
His lingering gaze made her feel so loved, so adored; and when his lips clamped around a nipple she hissed his name. He licked and sucked; she shook. Her body ached to feel his naked skin against her own, and she reached for the hem of his shirt lifting it from his body; her hands falling to his chest. Her fingers roamed, his muscles felt so very defined and it turned her on so much. She raked her nails up and down his toned abs, feeling them flex under her touch, she was mesmerized. He kissed her again and she could taste her skin on his tongue; his length was hard against her thigh and it was painful not to have him inside of her.
Matt felt Jayma grinding against him, it would be so easy to tear off the clothing obstructing them, so easy to push into her forcefully, pumping madly until they were both dizzy; there would be time for that later, right now he wanted to worship her.
His lips left hers, his body moving lower and she felt him return to her breast; he kissed from her breast along the edge of her ribs and down her stomach maintaining the maddening pace; his tongue drawing an unknown pattern as it trailed lower and lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, never pulling his skillful mouth from her skin. She gripped the sheets in anticipation. He pulled the jean shorts and panties so slowly down her legs; kissing her skin all the way, adoring the legs he’d looked at and admired so many times from afar. He discarded the garments into a pile on the floor; slowly he kissed and licked his way back up the inside of a leg.
Her toes curled as the sensations his mouth inflicted intensified. She felt his tongue run along her inner thigh and she couldn’t help her reflex as she thrust her hips forward a frustrated groan from deep in her throat echoed around the room. This wasn’t about teasing and he proved that as his lips closed around her clit flicking it so lightly with his tongue over and over; her body twitched with his every pass. And when his tongue entered her, her eyes rolled back as she whined his name. Her hands grasped at his curls as she begged him to let them finally be one. “God, Matt….please.” Her head tossed to the side as his mouth continued pleasuring her to the point of coming undone. He was lost in the taste and feel of her, dipping his tongue into her to fully taste her and then running it in long wide strokes up to her clit, each time surrounding it with his lips before beginning again. “Please Matt; I want you inside of me.” And she tugged on his hair, desperate for him.
Matt slid up her body capturing her lips in his, he kissed her hard, needy; groaning hoarsely as Jayma ran a hand up and down his length, pumping it, her grip tightening as desire built. And when they couldn’t take it any longer, Jayma positioned him at her entrance; eyes locked as he pushed into her, deliberate and slow. When he was completely inside her, he lifted her just enough to slip one hand under the small of her back, one behind her shoulders, and held her tightly against him, keeping some of his weight on his elbows. He buried his face down into her shoulder and neck and held his breath for a moment. "I thought I'd never get to be here," he finally whispered into her ear, "with you, like this." He kissed her fully. “Jay, my god, you feel so fucking good.”
She shuddered against his confession; cupping his face in her hands as she nodded her agreement. He felt so good inside of her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist allowing him deeper access, and he started to move inside; it was so slow it ached but nothing had ever felt better. They took their time, kissing, sucking, touching, moaning; nothing existed but them in that moment, every feeling heightened.
He loved the sensation of her entire body against his, her breasts smashed between them, her face so near he could feel her gasps, soft moans and each breath against his skin. His hand and forearm under her back put her at a perfect angle, the position adding just the right amount of friction. Her arms snaked around his neck, hands in his curls, face buried in his neck as she met his movements exactly, the sensation of needs being filled so fully, as well as the heavy pressure of him against her had her nearing her peak quickly.
Her whimpers laid hotly against his skin, driving him mad. His grip around her tightened as she moved faster, nearing her climax. His lips found her ear and he sucked it roughly before he spoke. “Come for me Jayma.” He felt his entire body tense as she tightened around him in powerful pulses, her ankles hooked behind his back and her legs clamped down on him, pulling him into her as her orgasm hit its peak, and he found he could no longer resist; his climax was completely overwhelming as he spilled himself into her. He collapsed down on top of her heavily, trying to keep himself slightly lifted but finding his arms and legs were largely useless; struggling for air, not a care in the world that they hadn’t used protection; and for a moment he hoped that they had made a baby, it would be perfect.
Jayma’s chest rose and fell quickly as she came down off of the high, the aftershocks sending waves of pleasure through her. When she had regulated her breathing she began placing feather light kisses all over Matt’s face, jaw, neck. “You. Are. Amazing.” She made her way to his lips, kissing him passionately. When she pulled away she looked straight into his eyes. “I love you too.” She bit her lip nervous at his reaction to her finally admitting it. “I love you Matt.”
All he could do was smile; rolling them to the side and pulling her to him he kissed her forehead. They laid there for a long while, basking in the afterglow; smiles, caresses, kisses. But he saw it in her face when reality snuck its way back into her mind; tears appearing in pools under amber.
“Hey, don’t cry.” He pulled her against him soothing her, an arm strong around her back, and a hand cupping her face forcing her eyes to meet his as he spoke. “Like I said, Jay, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I want to be with you. And whatever you choose to do, it won’t be easy. It’s going to be really hard; whatever you decide. But I promise that if you choose me I’ll make the pain worth it.” She clenched him tightly and he felt her nod against his chest. They laid silent for a long few moments.
“God. Why did you have to be so good in bed?” Jayma playfully pushed at his shoulder. She was using humor to lighten the mood and he was so thankful for that side of her.
“It is one of my more cultivated skills, I have to agree.” He winked at her pulling her against him as she faked resistance. She relented to him easily, resting her palm on his jaw as she gazed into his eyes. Matt’s fingers found hers and he interlocked them; they had a bond that was undeniable. They both smiled brightly, so happy to be where they were. The future may be uncertain but everything right now was perfect.