Chapter 17

We slept deep and peacefully, nestled against each other. When I woke up I knew we had slept for ages, I felt rested but stiff from having been in bed for so many hours. James was sleeping on his stomach, one arm hugging the pillow, the other draped across my stomach. I inched in closer and ran my hand across his face, brushing away a strand of hair and tucking it behind his ear. He slept on. I kissed his cheek gently and spoke softly against his skin.

"James.. Sweetie, wake up." He stirred, drawing a deep breath and pulled me closer, humming. "Wake up, sleepyhead," I smiled and kissed his mouth. Sleepily he returned the kiss and opened his eyes to look at me.

"Hello," he said in such a typical James-ish manner that I broke out laughing.

"God, you're the most adorable thing I know," I said, still chuckling. He nudged me over on my back and inched up to me, resting his head on my shoulder and draping an arm and a leg over me. His morning erection was pressing against my hip, warm and hard. I ran my hand over his head and down his back, kissing his hair.

"Did you sleep okay?" I mumbled into his hair.

"Very, haven't slept this good in ages. You?" He looked up at me.

"I slept like a baby," I smiled and kissed his forehead. "Did you have any nice dreams?" I asked innocently, but pressed my hip gently against his erection. He moaned throatily.

"Sssh, don't, I'm trying to make it go away," he muttered, then added: "and I didn't dream anything. I just have you in my bed."

"Why on earth do you want to make it go away?" I said disbelievingly and pushed James over on his back then followed and swung a leg over him. I was on all fours over him, pinning his arms against the mattress with my hands. He looked at me, surprised at the sudden movement and change in position.

"It's being very... incessant," he muttered embarrassedly.

"Maybe I can help with that?" I raised my eyebrows suggestively at him and smiled. His hair was messy, his face flushed and his eyes glittered with anticipation and lust. In that moment he was so sexy I felt it resonate through my entire body. I wanted nothing more than to caress him, show him how much I wanted him and please him until he went mad. James didn't say anything, but the look he gave me was all the permission I needed. Still holding his arms pinned down I leaned down and hovered over his mouth, brushing my lips lightly against his but not kissing him. He tried lifting his face up to mine, but I pulled away, keeping just out of his reach. Frustrated he squirmed, fought for some control, and I had to redouble my grip to keep his arms still. He gave up and relaxed again, looking at me expectantly, giving over control. I rewarded him with a soft, long kiss. I kissed my way across his face to the side of his neck, licked his skin and breathed heavily against it. Letting go of his arms I inched down the bed a bit, kissing and nuzzling the skin on his chest. I went slow, took my time, exploring his skin, learning him. He moved his legs apart slightly, making room for me, and I sank down against his body and buried my face against his chest. His erection was pinned between him and my body, and when I inched further down, trailing kisses from his chest to his stomach, I pressed my body against his and he gasped as he felt the pressure on his cock. Kissing his stomach I trailed my hands over his chest, his arms, his sides, everywhere I could reach. He urged me on by running his fingers through my hair. Reaching his navel I trailed kisses down towards his hip, carefully avoiding his erection. Slowly I ran my warm palms over his hips and thighs. James was growing impatient, breathing heavy and stirring underneath me, but I held back. I could feel the heat radiate from his cock and I wanted to kiss its soft skin and taste him. That thought made me unable to wait any longer, I licked my lips and softly pressed my lips against his shaft. James' chest heaved and he let out a relieved moan as he felt my mouth on him. Sensually I kissed my way up his cock, caressing the inside of his thighs all the while. His scent, his taste filled my senses, making me want more of him. He hummed throatily as I ran my wet tongue over the head of his cock, circling around it slowly, and he twitched against my tongue. I removed my mouth from him and looked up, trailing my fingertips lightly over his stomach. Wondering why I had stopped he opened his eyes and looked at me.

"More..." he breathed, pleading, and ran his hand over mine. Wanting to fulfil his wishes I returned my attention to his cock, kissing his head again and then taking him in my mouth, enveloping him in the wetness and warmth. His fingers interlocked with mine, squeezing my hand tightly as he moaned his pleasure. I tightened my lips around him and slid him in and out of my mouth, pressing my tongue against him. "Bloody hell..." he groaned, breathing raggedly, and I could feel a salty taste on my tongue, revealing how much he was enjoying this. Gently I wrapped my free hand around the base of his cock, and I brought it slowly upwards to meet my mouth and back down again. This double action had an immediate effect and James raised his hips up against me, grinding against my hand and my mouth, searching for more friction. I draped my arm across his stomach, held him down and resolutely kept a slow pace, not out to make him climax but just give him pleasure. His breaths, gasps, moans and shudders urged me on, reassuring me that what I'm doing is appreciated. Without warning I removed my hand and slid my mouth off his cock. Distracted he opened his eyes to see me inch my way up the bed, coming to rest on top of him with my knees by his sides. He welcomed me by wrapping his arms around me, caressing my back. His chest was heaving, he was flushed and his eyes hazy from pleasure and lust.

"Can I join in the fun?" I whispered in his ear, grinding my hips against him, rubbing my wet pussy against his erection.

"God, yes...!" he groaned, his hands taking hold of my sides and he raised his hips to meet me. He threw his eyes open when he felt me shift my weight on top of him. The bedroom was filled with pale, dim daylight seeping in from semi-sheer curtains. James stared hungrily at my naked body as I sat straddled over him. Still staring into his eyes I raised my hips from his body and I reached down between my legs to guide him inside me. I hovered over him, just the tip of his cock inside me, relishing the anticipation. His hands caressed my thighs and hips, and I caressed his arms as we kept looking into each other's eyes. Unable to wait any longer I closed my eyes and sank down on him with a groan of delight. I started to rock my hips gently, and kept my eyes closed and bit my lip, wincing with pleasure with every slow trust. Slowly I ran my hands over my own body, my hips and my stomach, finally cupping my own breasts and massaging them as I started to move faster. I could still feel his eyes on me, burning. This way he could see everything, see how I pleasured him as well as pleasured myself by riding him, he could see my open mouth, my closed eyes and my hands kneading my breasts. He could see himself slip in and out of me. Knowing he was seeing this turned me on even more, heightening my senses. I had almost gotten carried away, moving my hips up and down increasingly faster. With an effort I slowed the pace and sank down on him, remaining still, feeling him throbbing inside me. His hands on my stomach caused me to open my eyes. They slid up to my breasts and he rubbed his thumbs over my erect nipples and massaged them. I caressed his arms as he touched my breasts, and started rocking backwards and forwards, grinding slowly on him. We both had our eyes open now, drinking in each other's bodies, seeing each other's pleasure, how much we wanted each other. Looking down at James I had an urgent need to close the gap between us and be closer to him. I leaned forward over him, supporting myself on my hands on each side of his head. Franticly I covered his mouth with mine, smothering him with kisses, sucking on his lips and his tongue. He responded eagerly to my kisses and wrapped his arms tightly around me. He started raising his hips up against me, meeting my movements, and I moaned in his mouth. Desperately needing more I leaned my forehead against his and started moving my hips faster, meeting him with more force. My clit rubbed against him every time he was fully inside me, adding to my pleasure. James covered my neck and shoulders in kisses and licks as he clung onto me. He huffed against my skin as my thrusts grew quicker. Deep down in the pit of my very being I felt the familiar glow of a budding orgasm, but I fought it, refusing to let go until James did. James' fingers was digging into my hips, using his arms as well as his own hips to increase the force and friction between us.

"Oh god, Emily... You're making me come," he breathed, redoubling his grip on my hips. I loved hearing those words from a man who was normally so soft-spoken and eloquent. They were sexy, simple, primal, and just what I had wanted to hear.

"Come inside me, James," I begged in his ear, and my words along with my frantic grinding pushed him over the edge. He groaned and seized up as the orgasm took him. Allowing myself to let go I only needed a few more thrusts against him before I climaxed. Trembling and shaking I grinded against him in circular movements, riding out my orgasm on him. Feeling like the orgasm was threatening to make me explode, I collapsed over him, gasping for air. We panted heavily and I felt how our stomachs were sweaty and slipping against each other as we were heaving for breaths.

"That was pretty... intense...," I huffed as I leaned on my arms looking down at him. His hair was sticking to his forehead and was standing on end, he looked just as newly fucked as he was, and I broke out giggling. He laughed too and buried his hands in my hair, which was just as messy and sweaty as his.

"But fucking amazing," he smiled, and pulled me in for a tender kiss.

"I really, really need a shower," I said.

"Me too. Would you have any objections against some company?"

"Not at all."

We scrambled out of bed with our messy hair and stumbled naked into the bathroom. The shower was a long one, mainly because we spent most of our time in it cuddling, hugging and kissing under the warm water. James wrapped me in a big, fluffy towel and we dried ourselves off and got dressed. Just as James was pulling on his jumper the door bell rang, and we both froze. With eyebrows raised I looked at James and he shrugged and shook his head, obviously at a loss. "I'll go see who it is," he said and disappeared out the door and down the stairs. I tip-toed over to the bedroom doorway and stood still like a statue, eaves-dropping. I heard him open the door, and a strange voice talking.

"James! Hello darling. I brought the mail in."

"Mum! Er... hello," James' voice replied, sounding panic-stricken. There was a little silence and I heard shuffling of feet and the door close shut.

"Oh James, you forgot, didn't you!" The female voice said in an accusing way.

"Um, no, no, I didn't forget." The way James said it made it clear that he had indeed completely forgotten, and had been reminded just now. Their voices moved from the hallway to the kitchen. "I was just.. I just got out of the shower."

"You're still under the weather from that New Year's party, no doubt," she huffed in a way only mothers can. "When did you get back?"

"Oh, I um.. got back last night."

"So, are we going or not?" She sounded mildly exasperated.

"Yeah, just hang on a minute. Read the paper, I'll be right down." Hurried footsteps came through the hallway and up the stairs. James was wide-eyed when he returned to the bedroom and shut the door behind him.

"Fuck! I forgot!" He hissed under his breath, gesturing wildly. "I was supposed to have lunch with mum today! Just completely... forgot!" He looked at me, unhappy and distressed. I shook my head a little at him, but not unkindly, then I smiled comfortingly and reached out for his hand. I had already decided while listening to them talk downstairs that I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, and that I thought he shouldn't cancel on his mum. After all they had agreed about this way before James jumped on a plane on a whim.

"Hey, it's all right," I whispered. "Go, have lunch with your mum, be a good son." He leaned his forehead against mine and sighed heavily.

"I don't want to have lunch with mum, I want to be with you," he pouted in such a childish manner that I struggled not to giggle aloud.

"But you'll do it anyway," I whispered back. "I'll be fine, I have Fusker to keep me company. And my book. I can practice on your piano. "

"I was supposed to make you breakfast," he whispered regretfully.

"I'll be here waiting for you when you get back." It was strange having a whole conversation in hushed whispers.

"It's your fault anyway, you made me forget," he smirked and nibbled at my bottom lip.

"Have lunch with your mum. Cherish her while you still have one," I retorted, pretending to be stern. At this his eyes shot upwards, surprised. Then he looked apologetically at me, realising I had a point.

"I'm sorry about this," he sighed. I clapped my arms around him and gave him a hug, taking in the clean smell of a newly showered man, and kissed his cheek.

"Don't be. Go, before she comes up here and catches you having a girl in your room."

"Thank you." He gave me a quick kiss and hurried out the door. I tiptoed over to the bed and sat down gently, just listening until they disappeared out the door and everything went quiet. Waiting another minute to make sure they had gone, I got up with a sigh. I had meant what I said, I didn't want him to disappoint his mother, they had agreed on this and he'd just forgotten. Knowing I was the reason, that his head was so filled with me that he forgot about everything else made me unable to be annoyed with him. What was the point, anyway. It was just lunch, it would only be for a few hours and he'd be back. I wasn't upset with him, but I immediately missed him. Maybe even so now than I had back in Norway, before all... this. With heavy feet I dragged myself downstairs and made a cup of tea and some cheese toasties. Restlessly I flicked between channels on the telly while I ate my very late breakfast. When I had finished, unable to settle for anything, I gave up and shut the telly off.