And we touched. There was virtually no part of his body that I had left unexplored, and the same for me. We were in an almost constant state of arousal. He kept my Hamilton Brand fresh each day, new nibbles if it was fading at all. A look from him made my pulse beat faster and we became so good at meeting each other's needs that it almost was inconsequential that we had yet to really have…sex.
I needed it. And I knew he needed it. It was only a matter of time. But we both seemed to know that we wanted to wait for it to be…(Tonight, on a very special episode of Grace and Jack)…special. I wanted it to be special. Because somewhere, in all of this heightened, super sped up, crazy world of ours, we were moving beyond whatever this started out to be. And I found myself falling completely and totally in love with him. It almost hurt it was so good.
This was all kinds of fucked up.
***
Late one night, on the fourth day of Grace and Jack Lockdown, we were lying in my bed, watching Say Anything. We were watching the part where Lloyd plays the song to her through the window. I sighed deeply, feeling Jack's fingers as they gently worked at a knot in my hair.
"Oh, jeez, not you, too." He laughed.
"What? Not me what?" I asked, tapping on his knee.
"You…all girls. You all love that scene. You all want the boy with the radio outside the window," he teased, planting a kiss on my head as he finally worked the knot through.
"That's not true. I mean, I love that scene, it's iconic. And I love that song…my God, I love that song. But I don't need the Grand Gesture."
"The Grand Gesture?"
"Yeah, you know, he runs through the train station to bring her the flowers before she leaves. He drops down on one knee in front of a room full of her friends to propose and try to win her back. He says he loves her in front of a football stadium because he'd never had the guts to say it when it was just them. I don't want that. I don't want all that schmaltz. It's the little things, the daily choices. That's the love." I picked at a loose thread on the blanket. It was the closest I had come to telling him how I really felt. "I tell you what, if someone ever played a Peter Gabriel song outside my window, I do believe I would lock that very window," I finished, turning around to look at him.
"Hmm, you are curious, Grace Sheridan. Just when I think I have you sorted out…"
"Ah, you'll never sort this out. It's a mess in here. Stay clear, Hamilton, stay clear." I sighed, rolling back against him.
"So, no schmaltz, huh?" he asked.
"Well, a little schmaltz is fine; every girl needs a little schmaltz. I do have a small romantic bone in my body."
"Heh heh, you said bone," he deadpanned.
"Oh, man…" I laughed back, snuggling back down to him again and turning back to the movie.
We were quiet for a moment, watching, when he said, "Grace, do you mind if we turn this off?"
"Fuck no. I was just waiting for you!" I cried, pouncing on him. He laughed his surprise into my mouth, but then quickly turned on that Hamilton sex that I needed so badly.
We were already ready for bed, so he was wearing only his underwear campaign worthy boxer-briefs that still made me shake like a schoolgirl whenever I saw him walking across the room in them.
He'd started to unbutton my shirt when I pushed him back in the bed. I slowly swung a leg over him and straddled him. I had barely brushed him when his hands came up rough on my hips.
"Ah ah ah, love, slowly now," I teased, as I began to unbutton my shirt for him. I settled lower down on his lap, feeling his hardness through his thin boxers. This time I had gone commando.
I hissed at the feeling of him pressing against my skin, and I relished the idea of how he would feel when he was inside me. I rocked my hips against him slowly, purposefully, and watched as his face changed.
Slipping the last button through, I parted my shirt for him. I was naked and his eyes drank me in. His hands left my hips to come up and around my breasts. I moaned into his touch as he gently rolled my nipples between his talented fingers. He tugged at me and I cried out. His eyes were wild as he watched me above him and I rocked harder against him, feeling the indescribable friction that our bodies were creating.
"Fuck, Grace. That feels amazing," he groaned, his eyes becoming even wilder, his face almost animalistic.
I pushed him in the way that I knew only I could push him. I lowered my body onto his, pressing myself against him. I looked him in the eye and said, "What would feel amazing is that tongue of yours. All. Over. Me." I punctuated each word with a hard thrust, slamming my hips into his Rock. Hard. Mr. Hamilton.
His eyes narrowed and he unleashed a low growl from deep in his throat.
He lifted me off his lap with one swift movement and I found myself with my knees on either side of his face. He grabbed at my hips, pulling me firmly down to his mouth. His tongue snaked out and he licked me. Hard. I sucked a breath in sharply, my hips bucking frantically as he fought to hold me still.
"No," he warned, his eyes hard as he stared up at me, green blazing.
He licked me again. Harder.
I rocked my hips, desperate for the friction, and he growled again. He pulled me down once more, roughly, and began lapping at me, quickly, violently. His mouth closed around me, sucking greedily at me.
I was all kinds of wet.
I came fast and hard, in his mouth, on his tongue. Before I could even recover, his teeth…oh, my God, his teeth, teased at me. He took me into his mouth again and with his lips pressed firmly around me, his teeth nipping, and his tongue darting over me, the sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt before.
Then he moaned.
He moaned and he groaned and the vibrations rang through me. I screamed his name repeatedly as I rocked my hips back and forth. His hands dug into my hips, bruising my skin, keeping me in place, not letting me go. My screams became wordless as the series of orgasms ravaged through me, making me shake violently. He was groaning under me, his tone guttural and his face furious as he watched me come down.
He was not done with me.
He flipped me over, nudging my knees apart almost carelessly. His eyes burned into me as he dragged his fingertips from my mouth, down the center of my body, between my breasts and below. He teased at me for a moment, watching my face as I became more and more frustrated with his swirling fingers.
Just before I began to pull my own hair out, he plunged two fingers deep inside of me. My back arched off the bed, hips wild at his touch. This is what I needed. I needed him from the inside. Once again, he found that spot, his J-Spot, and he stroked me intently, while his other hand pressed down. He brought his face to mine and kissed me, sucking my lower lip into his mouth.
The push and the pull, the soft and the hard, the sweet and the salt of it all was too much and I exploded again, screaming his name once more and making him smile.
I opened my eyes and saw him kneeling over me. I scrambled up, sitting up on my knees and yanked his boxers down quickly. My head was still spinning from the intense orgasms this man had just given me, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the sight of him. Huge, hard, swollen and perfect.
Placing one hand on him and the other on me, I watched his face as I addressed us both. I wanted to come with him.