Chapter 15

It had been a bright and sunny, but bitterly cold day. By the time we reached the airport it was already setting. James returned the car as I printed boarding passes from the automatic machine and dropped off the baggage. People where staring and whispering as James and I neared the security check, reminding me that I was with someone everybody knew. We were very much in public now, and would be for hours until we made it out of Heathrow, and I knew that I couldn't hold his hand or kiss him, that us acting like a couple would be noticed and rumours would start flying. James and I hadn't talked about this, but it was just common sense. Passing right behind him in security, I couldn't resist brushing my hand over his bum, quickly so no one would see. He startled a bit and spun around to look at me. I shot him a quick, flirty look and went back to putting things into the little plastic container to send through security. He retaliated later by sneaking his hand up the back of my shirt while we were behind some shelves walking through tax-free, caressing my bare skin. His warmth left glowing patches on the small of my back. It turned into a game, where the aim was to tease each other with touches, pinches, smiles or looks, but always secretively so we wouldn't get caught by anyone. Our game was sometimes interrupted by people coming up to James, wanting just to say hi or have a picture with him. I always tried to melt into the background and be invisible, and no one really seemed to notice me, or wonder why I was with him, they were too preoccupied with talking to James. By the time I landed heavily in my seat on the plane I was tired and frustrated with people. They weren't bothering us, most people just gawked and the few who dared approach him were all very nice. I just didn't want to share him, didn't want to be surrounded by people who prevented me from hugging and kissing him.

"You all right?" James asked quietly when he'd settled in his own seat.

"Hm? Yeah, just... Anxious to get back," I said.

"Have a nap or something, makes the flight shorter, " he said, giving me a sad look of longing, I could tell he wanted to hug me but couldn't.

"Hmm, good idea," I agreed. When we'd taken off I pulled my jacket over me like a blanket, thinking I could try to sleep, or at least just lose myself in the anticipation and happiness I felt. James had taken out an iPad from his bag, finally proving he had one, and started reading a book on it. I tried to settle in my seat, searching for a somewhat comfortable position. I was almost nodding off to sleep when I felt James' hand gently come to rest on my knee, underneath the jacket. I startled a bit, but didn't open my eyes. The warmth and weight of his hand was soothing. This forbidden sign of adoration made my heart rate quicken and I tensed up. The hand remained still for a long time, and I slowly relaxed again, feeling myself doze off. I was stirred awake again by his hand moving slowly upwards a few inches to my inner thigh. He squeezed it gently and caressed me by stroking his fingers back and forth across my cotton tights. I brushed my fingertips gently over his hand, relishing that I could actually caress him properly. He squeezed my thigh again and slid his hand halfway up my inner thigh, going back to caressing it. My heart was already racing and I had a glowing knot in my stomach. Mostly I was wondering how far he was going to go. Once again I brushed my fingertips over his hand, signalling him that this was okay. He took his time, caressing me slowly, his hand feeling warmer. As if he felt I was starting to relax a bit again, his hand slid another few inches up my thigh. Involuntarily my legs moved apart for him, giving away how eager I was for him to keep touching me. I half-opened one eye and saw that he was still reading, looking calm and natural, all though maybe his face was a little more flushed. I closed my eyes again and breathed nervously. James shifted somewhat in his seat, as if to just change the way he sat slightly, and used the opportunity to move his hand as further upwards. The placement of his hand and his movements was hidden by the jacket I had draped across me, but it could probably be seen that he had his hand on my thigh. What if someone saw? The thought made me even more excited. I swallowed hard, feeling his hand resting between my legs, his palm against my thigh, as far up as it would go. The fingers resumed their circular movements on my upper thigh, but the skin underneath was much more sensitive. My stomach was in uproar from nerves and excitement and what fast was becoming sheer lust. My palms were clammy and felt goose bumps on my arms. I nearly held my breath in anticipation. He kept me waiting, continuing to caress my thigh slowly. Then he moved his hand barely an inch further. Two fingers were slowly and gently running up and down the cotton fabric of the tights and panties that covered my pussy. It was already a bit damp, and he felt it. I stirred slightly under his touch and drew another deep breath. He didn't stop, but kept up the tortuous, slow caressing of me through my tights. I was breathing shallow now, mouth slightly open. His touch became firmer and he concentrated on the most sensitive area, round the clit, making the fabric even damper. I was barely aware of the fact that we were on a plane with hundreds of people, but I had to keep that in mind, I couldn't moan or pant loudly. The roar of the engines was drowning out my heavy breathing, but I couldn't risk anything louder. Frustrated I stirred a bit again, pressing myself against his fingers, wanting him to touch harder. Without warning his hand slid down my thigh towards my knee and disappeared. I opened my eyes and peered at him, barely able to see straight through my lust filled haze. Seeing his eyes I understood why he'd stopped. He was driving himself crazy just as much as he was me, and he couldn't take it any longer, his eyes was just as lust filled and desperate as I felt. He cleared his throat loudly and made a innocent "nothing just happened" face, and tried to focus on his book again. I was left sitting there in a horny craze, desperate for release. I even considered going to the airplane toilet and sort it myself. But I didn't want to, didn't want to do that to James. This orgasm brewing inside me was his, the first one he'd stirred in me, and I'd save it for him. The rest of the flight went by with me distractedly flicking through the in-flight magazine, but not taking in a word.

It was like everything and everyone was moving deliberately slowly now, and I felt years had passed by the time I was through passport control and actually had my suitcase. I had barely dared to look at James after he stopped touching me, I couldn't if I was to keep myself calm. Entering the cool air outside the terminal cleared my thoughts a bit. It wasn't as cold as I had expected, nearly having acclimatised to the arctic climate going on in Norway. I followed James' lead through the parking complex.

"I'm nearly impressed," I said as I recognised his Fiat.

"What, that I enough sense of direction to find the car?" He said defensively.

"Mhm." He fished his keys out of his jacket pocket and unlocked it, then stuffed our baggage in the back. I looked around, the car park seemed empty, so I risked it and grabbed James by his jacket and pushed him up against his car. I kissed him roughly, running my hands over his neck and through his hair, pressing my body up against him. He responded by resting his hands on my hip and returning my frantic kisses. It took all my discipline to be able to tear myself away from him, and when I did we were both panting loudly. He looked surprised, but pleasantly so.

"My place, was it?" He said with a cheeky grin and eyebrows raised. All I could manage was to nod weakly, swallowing hard. I staggered around the car and got in the passenger seat, buckling in. I drew a deep breath and tried to calm myself again. It had taken that one kiss to make all that lust I had felt on the plane reignite inside me. I turned on the radio, needing something to distract me.

The traffic wasn't too bad, and we made it to Hammersmith and James' house in half an hour. He parked in the street and we lugged the baggage inside. The door slammed shut behind me as James flicked on the lights in the hallway and habitually deposited his keys on a little table. The look he gave me next nailed me to the floor and made my heart stop. God, those blues eyes. He came two steps closer and I welcomed him by wrapping my hand around his.

"Finally," he sighed. "It's just you and me."

"Hmm, not quite," I smiled and looked pointedly downwards. Fusker was winding himself around our legs in figure of eights, desperately wanting some affection.

"Oh, don't mind him. He won't tell anybody."

"Mm, I don't know," I said hesitantly. "I've never trusted cats, they are conniving little creatures. He might tell that ginger little kittykat down the street he keeps fooling around with. And I know she lives with an Alsatian. And before you know it the whole neighbourhood knows..." James gave a little laugh. He raised his hand, ran it gently through my hair, his fingers caressed my temple and my cheek before his hand came to rest on the side of my neck. He gave me a long, warm kiss.

"I have to go put some heat on, it's cold in here. Make some tea?" He asked, and I nodded. Fusker was sitting by the entrance to the kitchen, tail wrapped around his front paws, obviously sulking over the fact that none of us had bothered to greet him properly. I bent down, gently lifting the cat up into my arms and carried him into the kitchen, scratching him behind the ears and under the chin. Fusker started purring. Still carrying him around I filled the kettle with one hand and flicked it on.

"You're just sucking up to him so he won't rat us out, aren't you?" James smirked as he entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, but don't tell him that!" I hissed as I covered Fuskers ears with my hand. I scritched him behind the ears a few more times before carefully setting him back down on the floor. Obviously happy with the greeting Fusker trotted towards the living room, probably going back to sleep, tail held high. I found some mugs and James found teabags. He dropped them into the mugs, but suddenly it seemed like something came over him. His hands took hold of my waist and he pulled me toward him, pinning me against the kitchen counter, his chest pressed against mine. My stomach did another excited swoop as he without hesitation leaned in and kissed me unhurriedly. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and lost myself in the way he kissed, tenderly and sincerely, it made me weak at the knees. When we broke apart, James bent down slightly, his hands slid down my back, cupped my bum and with surprising ease hoisted me up and onto the kitchen counter. An excited giggle escaped me, and I caressed the back of his neck. James looked at me with love and admiration in his eyes.

"God, I love your smile," he said as he leaned in again to claim another kiss.

"Thank you," I breathed, knowing I was blushing furiously. Again he stopped a few inches from my face, but when I leaned in to kiss him like I had done before he pulled back a bit, a teasing glint in his eyes. I tried again, with the same result. "Careful. Haven't you teased me enough tonight already?" I warned. 

"Have I?" he said with feigned surprise.

"What was that on the plane then, if not a massive tease?" James didn't say anything to defend himself, he just bit his lip and raised his eyebrows slightly, looking innocent as a schoolboy and apologetic at the same time. "Oh don't give me that look, you were probably enjoying the hell out of that.."

"I must admit, watching squirm in your seat was great fun, yes."

"You're insufferable," I murmured and parted my legs, wrapped them around his hips and pinned him against my own body.

"Who's teasing now, hm?" he said lifting an eyebrow. He was leaning on the kitchen counter, chest pressed against mine.

"Oh you just wait, I'll pay you back someday," I said.

"Can't wait." His lips brushed over mine as he whispered against my mouth, and yet again I immersed myself in the feeling of his kisses. James' warm, manly travelled  over the outside of my thighs and down to my knees and back up again to my hips. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him, his body pressing against mine, almost grinding. Our breaths quickened as our kisses became deeper and more intense, our hands more restless. When we finally broke apart we were both breathing raggedly, my heart pounding in my ears.

"I think the kettle was done quite a while ago," I said weakly.

"I'm not that fussed about tea anymore," he replied.

"Me neither." Strong hands wrapped around my waist and gently lifted me back down on the floor. Wordlessly he took me by the hand and lead me upstairs towards his bedroom. Fusker had heard us walking upstairs and came sauntering after us.

"No. You stay out there, you pervy little..." James mumbled to his cat as he let me into his bedroom and shut the door behind him.

He flicked a switch, lighting only the lamps on the nightstands. I felt a little forlorn and awkward standing alone on the floor a little distance away from him, I was cold and missing his arms and his warmth. He took two steps towards me, his arms closed around me once again and we shared another long, drawn-out kiss. His eyes twinkled in the dimly lit room as he looked into my eyes while pulling my sweater up over my head and tossed it to the side. He huffed disapprovingly as he saw that I had a tank top underneath and quickly pulled that off as well. My skin erupted in goose bumps and I shivered as his warm hands touched my bare skin properly for the first time, brushing over my stomach and coming to rest at my sides. Smiling at him I started unbuttoning his shirt, the buttons were small and I had to concentrate on what I was doing. Patiently James studied my focused face until I had undone the last one. With nervous excitement I placed my palms against his chest. Feeling his bare skin beneath my fingertips felt wonderful, and I slid my hands slowly across his chest, his shoulders and down his arms, slipping the shirt off him. Earlier, on the plane, I had felt frantic, in a rush to be close to him, but now I wanted to be slow, take my time and enjoy all our first. Tentatively he slid my black tights down over my hips and I helped getting them off.

"Bloody Nora..." He breathed as his eyes moved up and down my body, taking me in.

"At least I have on matching underwear..." I said with a tense laugh.

"I can't remember if I did," James retorted as I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and we both chuckled. Once unbuttoned I hooked my fingers inside the lining of his jeans and pulled them down. The weight of the heavy belt and the spare change in his pocket, along with gravity, did the rest and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side.

"Come on," he said softly and taking hold of my hand again he lead me to the bed. I moved the duvet out of the way and sank down onto it with James. The sheets were cold and I crawled into his arms, inching up as close as I could, and James pulled the duvet over both of us. We lay there for a while, as close as we could with arms wrapped around each other, nose to nose, just looking at each other, breathing together. I snuck a leg in between his, and he caressed the small of my back. I sighed happily, relishing the sensation of his warm body, his soft skin. He gently ran a hand down the side of my face, looking into my eyes.

"Every night I was stupid enough to just said goodbye to you and went to bed alone... I kept wishing I was lying like this with you."

"Yeah, you were a bit stupid, " I mumbled. "But so was I. God knows how many times I've wanted you to just bloody kiss me!"

"Sorry it took so long to work up the courage," he muttered. Then he did as I wanted, and kissed me, slowly and deeply. I buried my fingers in his hair and kissed him passionately, pressing my breasts against his chest. Untangling my fingers from his hair I slid my palm firmly down the length of his back and onto his bum, giving it a little squeeze. In response to this I  felt James' tongue on my lips, hesitantly, as if unsure if I would want to feel his tongue on mine. To reassure him I kissed the tip of his tongue, and soon our tongues played with each other while our hands explored our bodies. I couldn't stop touching him, feeling his skin, I had wanted to for so long. James broke away from me, but only to push me firmly but gently onto my back. Carefully he followed, coming to rest between my legs, leaning on his arms in order to look down at me.

"Hi," I smiled up at him and clasped my hands around his neck.

"Hey you," he replied and leaned down to kiss me. His mouth moved gently across my cheek to my earlobe, I could feel his breath against my skin and the hint of a stubble. As if he had always known it was there he kissed and then licked that sensitive spot I had beneath my earlobe, and I drew a short, sharp breath of pleasure. He continued nuzzling his way down my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. Already I could feel him pressing against me, warm and hard, and the knowledge that he was as turned on as I reassured me, making me feel comfortable. As he reached the strap of my bra he slipped a finger underneath it and slid it off my shoulder, giving me a quick look as he did so to ask if it was all right. I said nothing, just smiled encouragingly at him, and he proceeded to kiss the skin where the strap had been a second before. His long hair fell across his face and brushed lightly against my skin as his mouth moved downwards toward my bra, almost tickling me. Reaching the lace fabric of my black bra he pulled the strap even further down my arm, revealing my breast and excited, erect nipple. I shivered with excitement as his fingertips delicately brushed the side of my breast, and he lowered down again to kiss the top of it. Every inch he kissed and touched felt like it was on fire. When his mouth reached my nipple he kissed it ever so lightly. I encouraged him by entwining my fingers into his hair again. A wet and warm mouth closed around my hard nipple, and I felt goose bumps blossom all over my body. Instinctively I arched my back up against him, pressing my breast against his mouth. A soft, slippery tongue slid in lazy circles around the nipple, and suddenly the warmth disappeared. Distracted I opened my eyes, wondering why he had stopped. Without warning he drew a breath and blew on the glistening wet nipple, his breath made icy cold by the wetness and the heightened sensibility. The contrast from his warm mouth to this cold breath was brutal, almost teetering on the brink uncomfortable, and I gasped in surprise, closing my eyes. The slight discomfort was quickly forgotten and even faster forgiven when his mouth closed around my nipple again, softness and warmth encompassing it once more. "Oh, god...!" I moaned, almost involuntarily, and a lot louder than I would have wanted to. My nipple was more erect and sensitive than it probably ever had been, and when he started sucking lightly on it I felt an electric sensation ripple through me, from my nipple and right down to my clit. Bloody hell. His treatment of my nipple had felt indescribable, and my head was now swimming. By the time his mouth let go of my nipple my breathing was ragged and I was desperate for his mouth. Urgently I pulled his face up to mine and kissed him hungrily.

"That bra needs to come off," he said in between kisses. I sat up slightly, leaning on my elbows.
"Go on then," I said in a challenging tone.

"I'm going to need scissors, aren't I," he said in a resigned voice, but slid his arms around to my back and gave it a go nonetheless. After a moments fiddling the bra unhooked. "God, that was easy," he mumbled surprised, and I laid back down. James slid the straps down my arms and tossed the bra on the floor. For a moment he remained still, leaning on one arm and looking down at me, eyes greedily taking in my body. Then he moved so that he laid on his side next to me rather than between my legs. Gently his fingertips brushed the side of my neck and slowly slid down over my chest, between my breasts and down my stomach. I shivered again from anticipation. His eyes had tracked the movement of his hand, but now he fixed his gaze on my eyes as his fingers disappeared under the fabric of my lace panties. Without even thinking I parted my legs slightly. As his fingertip slowly slid in between my labia I could feel how warm and wet I already were. His touch was feather light as his finger began to move in slow circles, and I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and exhaled heavily. I could feel his eyes still on me, and I let him stare, let him see the pleasure he was giving me. When he increased the pressure I bit my lip and arched my back, pushing myself up against his hand, willing him to touch me harder. But he paced himself and held back. I was hardly aware that I moaned and was clutching a handful of bed sheets.

"Open your eyes," he whispered, and I obeyed. The look that met me was filled with lust and something else, something indefinable. He enjoyed this, enjoyed the search for what gave me pleasure, enjoyed seeing what he was doing to me. I had to struggle to keep my eyes open when his fingers increased the pressure and pace of their movements. My chest was heaving and in between gasps of air I winced and writhed under his touch. Forcefully I pulled him down towards me and kissed his mouth desperately. Finally reaching some limit of restraint his hand suddenly disappeared and he tugged at my panties as if they couldn't come off fast enough. I willingly helped him. Deciding it was my turn to be in control for a while I began inching his boxer down and they joined my panties on the floor. Pressing my palms against his chest I pushed him flat on his back and threw a leg over his, pinning him down. He didn't protest, just looked at me with curiosity and slid his fingertips down my back. I leaned down, placed a hand on his cheek and nibbled teasingly on his lips. He pressed his mouth against mine, demanding a kiss. Slowly I ran my hand across his chest as I kissed his earlobe, sucked on it briefly and breathed in his ear. A throaty sound of delight came from James, and spurred on by this I slipped my hand down across his chest and stomach. Aiming to tease him just as he had teased me, I brushed my fingertips against his shaft and I felt him twitch expectantly. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling and nibbling at his skin as I kept teasing him with my fingers. I registered with satisfaction that his breathing was deeper and heavier. Unable to hold out any longer he impatiently took command of my hand, closing it around his cock. I could feel him throbbing in my palm and James' entire body tensed up for a moment. With small, subtle movements I started moving my hand and he responded with a sharp intake of breath followed by a moan. For a while I rested my head on his shoulder, just focusing on what my hand was doing and sensing how he reacted to it. I changed pace, moving my hand faster and James' breathing became more ragged. He fumbled for my breast and cupped it, kneaded it roughly under his hand, rubbing his thumb over my sensitive nipple. Blindly I kissed my way up his neck and jaw until I found his mouth. Never before had I felt so safe, so wanted or so utterly consumed with lust. I rolled over on my back and he followed, coming to rest on top of me. Feeling his completely naked body against mine was indescribable. His cock pressed against me, and my hands slid down his back and cupped hold of his bum, pressing him me against me, grinding, making him wet, and he let me. He leaned down and kissed me, sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip. When his mouth suddenly disappeared I threw my eyes open and looked at him. He stared into my eyes again, and I felt his hand slip in between us and guide himself inside me, but just barely. I lay still, my hands on his hips, mesmerised by his eyes and the connection I felt with him at that moment. We both had to concentrate to be able to keep looking into each others' eyes when James slid inside me, achingly slowly. When he was fully inside me he let out a subdued moan and covered my mouth with his. The feeling of him inside me for the first time was so intense I threatened to explode then and there. I tangled my fingers into his hair and we kissed hungrily as he started to move slowly, and my winces were muffled by his mouth. His lips disappeared, but he leaned his forehead against mine and moved faster, our breathing synchronized, so did the movement of our hips. I dug my fingertips hard into his shoulder blades, moaning louder as the pleasure intensified. This wouldn't last long, the tension that had built up between us all day was too much. I pulled up my knee towards my body, wrapped my leg around him and felt him even deeper inside me. He slipped a hand underneath me and his strong, manly hand grabbed a firm hold of my bum and pressed me harder up against him. We hit upon some magic pace, a pace that worked for both of us, and I sensed in the pit of my stomach that I couldn't take this for long. By the sound of James' breathing, his moans and his frantic movements he couldn't either. My hand moved down to his bum and once again my fingertips dug into him, willing him to keep moving. The ecstasy built gradually, from somewhere deep inside me and he pushed me closer with each thrust.

I arched my body up against him as I let go, finally gave over to the orgasm I'd saved for him, his orgasm. Feeling me clench tightly around him made James seize up in one final thrust before he tensed up, held his breath for a second and then moaned loudly as the orgasm made his entire body tremble. He continued moving, thrusting in and out of me, riding out our orgasm. He sank down on top of me and rested his head on my chest. We lay still, letting our hearts and our breaths calm down and the remnants of our climax wash through us. Absentmindedly I ran feather-light fingertips lazily over his back, fiddled with his hair and kissed his damp forehead. After a long, blissful silence James cleared his throat.

"I've never been able to figure out what is the right thing to say after sex," he mumbled, almost shyly.

"Me neither," I said, smiling. "I mean... What should you say? "Thank you"? Give each other marks out of ten? Comment on the colour of the ceiling? Yours need a paintjob, by the way."

James head shot up from my chest and for a moment he was panicking until he saw the mischievous smirk I had on my face.

"Oh you...! You are an evil, evil woman," he murmured, but smiled in relief and leaned in for a kiss. "God, I'm so besotted with you I don't know what do with myself," he sighed.

"You didn't seem to have any trouble knowing what to do with me," I said.

"No?" He raised an eyebrow.
"No. That was absolutely amazing," I said tenderly, running a hand over his cheek. He looked searchingly at me, as if to make sure I was completely truthful, then his face broke out into a warm smile.

"See - that's the right thing to say." He laid down next to me and we snuggled up as close as we could, entwining our legs and wrapping our arms around each other. His warmth, his skin against mine, his heartbeats and his steady breathing carried me off into sleep.