Page 35 of Laying His Claim
“Then believe her,” he advised with a smile. He slipped his arm around her waist and turned her to face him. “You have the opportunity to build a whole new you from the ground up. Not many people get that chance.”
“How doyoufeel about the old me?” She looked at him, and in her eyes Justin saw a plea for the reassurance that she had been—and still was—a good person.
He stroked her cheek and loved the feel of her nuzzling back against his palm. “You were fun, brave, and adventurous. You were sexy, daring, and spoke your mind. You shimmered.” He bent to kiss her. “All of those are qualities you haven’t lost.”
The tremulous smiles she returned made his heart ache. It was as if she had been starving for that reassurance. It pained him to see her everyday struggle with this confusing phase in her life. Then there was the lingering guilt; the knowledge that there was still more to their story, still more that he was holding back from her out of fear that she would hate him if she knew.
Instead, he shoved it all to the back of his mind and slowly began to lead her in a dance, even though there was no music. She seemed to hear what he was hearing and fell into step, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes. Never had he wanted her more. Never had he wanted more urgently to meld his body to a woman’s.
The time is now,he decided. Desire and lust and tenderness and love all fought for dominance in his body and heart. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, he knew that she was feeling the same.
Silently, so as not to break the spell, he took her by the hand and stepped back, searching her face. “You sure?” he asked.
She nodded mutely.
Hand in hand, they walked up the corridor to Seb’s room, where they peeked in to admire the beautiful little person they had created together. Then, they went on to Justin’s room, where the bed was bigger than hers, with so much more space for passionate play.
Upon entering the room, she stopped in the middle of the floor, immobile. He wanted to fall at her feet and worship, so he did.
Dropping to his knees, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face to her belly, inhaling her womanly scent, feeling it infuse every pore. His hands slid up under her dress, along the smooth skin of her legs and thighs, to cup and mold the roundness of her bottom. They were deliciously warm. So firm and inviting.
He grasped both cheeks and pulled Jalissa’s hips forward, pressing his face against her mound, rubbing his cheek against the soft, warm fabric. Hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties, he slowly pulled them down before allowing them to fall to the floor where he helped her step out of them.
It made him unbearably excited to know that she was otherwise fully dressed. It felt forbidden, naughty. Justin stroked and kneaded her bottom, scratching her skin lightly until she placed a hand in his hair for balance. He chuckled. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
She refused to rise to the bait, instead answering stubbornly, “N-no. Idea.”
“Then let me refresh your memory.” He lifted her skirt and slipped his head underneath to find neatly trimmed curls nestled between her legs. The sight and scent overpowered him, making him dizzy with the memories of the months with longing. After the year and a half of self-imposed celibacy he’d endured, all the while waiting and hoping that she would come back to him… his mouth was watering in anticipation.
“Justinnnn!” Jalissa groaned out his name impatiently, pressing on the back of his head impatiently.
The tip of his tongue snaked out, flicking at the folds of her skin, and he felt the immediate clenching of her buttocks under his hands. He was filled with malicious glee; the desire to torture her with tiny little flicks of the tongue when he knew she was hungering for more. And this he did, until her wetness pooled in his mouth, and he began to lap at her with greater intensity, his desire fueling her own.
“Don’t… let me… fall.” she gasped.
Justin lifted his mouth away just long enough to promise, “I will always catch you.”
Jalissa gave in with a mighty shudder and a flood of warmth that he lapped up greedily. Getting back to his feet took more effort than he’d ever admit. He was so erect it was painful. With a deep kiss he shared with Jalissa the salty taste of her own moisture and was thrilled when she opened her mouth to accept it.
“We’d better lie down,” he suggested, “Because it’s beginning to look likeI’dbe the one to fall over.”
“I will always catch you,” she echoed with a smile, but allowed him to lead her to the bed.
Once there, he undressed her reverently, peeling away her dress and bra, marveling at her endless supply of beautiful, finely crafted underwear.Not only did she taste good, he thought,she had good taste. That made him chuckle.
“What?” she demanded.
Rather than answer, he stood and began stripping off his own clothes with greater haste and less care than he had hers. “Nothing.”
“Are you laughing at me?” she asked in mock anger.
“Never, Sweetheart,” he vowed as his body covered hers. Skin to skin, they stared into each other’s eyes, exchanging warmth and emotion. He wished it would never end, but she was eager, pressing her body against his, widening her legs so that the tip of his penis naturally found itself pointing toward her opening. So, with gentle, probing thrusts, he made his way in, cognizant of the fact that it had been a long time for Jalissa and that her body needed to learn to accommodate him once more.
In a few moments, he was buried as deeply as her body would allow. Justin couldn’t hold back the groan that passed his lips at the sheer pleasure of the moment. It was as if he’d found his way home.
The moment of reflection didn’t last long as their carnal natures egged them on, demanding that they begin to move against each other. Justin began a pulsing tempo, angling his body so that he could see her expression as he did so, enjoying their connection.
With one hand, Jalissa caressed the nipple of her right breast. With the other she stroked his chest, fingers drifting through the lightly curled hairs.
