One Night Ch. 01-02

"Uh-huh..."

"Want me to stop touching it?"

"No..."

I whimpered as he did it again... And again and again and again...

"Jake!" I cried. "It feels so damn good, baby..."

"Tell me you like it, please."

"Baby, I love it."

Parting me with his fingers, Jake drew his mouth slowly down to my center, sliding his tongue inside me.

"Oh, sweet God," I moaned, gripping his face and pressing him harder against me. "Deeper, please..."

He lapped at me inside, moaning a little as my desire flowed over him. I couldn't help but call his name as he brought me closer and closer until...

"Don't stop!" I cried, frustrated as he left me.

"I want this to wait until... well, later, okay?" he said, grinning mischievously at me.

"You are evil," I sighed, catching my breath.

Teasing, we had each brought the other to the brink of oblivion, and then cruelly ripped them back into reality. But Jake was only retaliating to what I had done earlier.

"Fine. Later," I finally said, reaching up to wipe my rain off his mouth. "Come inside me."

"Is that a demand?"

"No. It's a plea. Please, come inside me. No one but me has ever been there..."

"No one but you, huh?" he said, still grinning.

"Don't make fun of me, Jake. No way in hell you can tell me you've never made love to yourself in pure desperate loneliness," I sighed, pursing my lips.

"Almost every night," Jake deadpanned.

"But neither of us ever have to do that again," I said, smirking up at him. "We have a real lover to call our own..."

"I want to sleep with you... When this is over, you will stay with me?"

"As long as you'll let me, baby," I said, brushing what might have been tears from the corners of his eyes. "Now, I want you inside me..."

With a little moan of lust, Jake lay down on top of me, wrapping his arms around my body and drawing me as close to him as he could. I whimpered as our bodies collided, welcoming his weight all over me, his arms around me, his lips on my ear, his love so close to me...

"Jake—inside me. I am begging you!" I cried, arching my back so my hips pressed against his.

"When I feel like it," he whispered, kissing down from my ear, to my neck and to my collarbone.

"You're the one fucking with me, now," I growled, pressing my fingertips into his back.

"No. Shortly, I am gonna all out fuck you, Sam. Big difference."

"Stop talking, you ass," I said, grinning before I kissed him hard and passionately.

Jake whimpered against my mouth and I reached down to finger him, eliciting a pained moan from him. Ignoring his hand creeping down to stop me, I brought him inside me. It didn't hurt since I had been there many times, but it was a shock. I had never before felt anything inside me like him, like his love. I ached so that I broke the kiss to call his name, begging him to stroke me.

"Fuck me, Jake," I whimpered, kissing his cheek as he pressed his hips to mine, going deeper inside me than I knew was possible.

"That's not how you like it, though, is it?" he asked, stroking the side of my face with tender, loving fingers. "You want it slow and easy, so tender you could cry, right?"

"Uh-huh," I murmured, holding back tears.

I never actually believed I would get to make Jake mine. Yes, I had dreamed of it many times and spent many an hour blissfully imagining it—he was, in fact, the fantasy I masturbated to—but I never knew I would get to hold him, feel him inside me, pleasing me so.

"I'll make love to you like you always imagined, Sam... Slow, but hard, right? Deep and then deeper, stroking your very heart and soul, right?"

"You can read my mind?"

"Your body. I can tell. That's who you are. A hopeless romantic who wants it to be like a fairy tale..."

"Jake... however you do it, please do it now. I'm not sure how much longer I can last..." I begged, arching my back again.

"You think it's hard for you? I've never gone this long..." he said, grinning again.

"Please," I whispered, begging for him.

Placing firm hands on the curve where my neck joined my shoulder, Jake drew back then slowly fell into me, pressing his body as hard against me as possible. I threw my head back and moaned as he did it again.

"Harder, Jake, harder!" I whimpered, feeling that oblivion once more creep closer.

I felt him, so deep inside me, stroking the deepest part of me. I wondered if he was enjoying it as much as me, I wondered if I pleased him the way he was pleasing me...

"I love you, Sam," he finally whispered, pressing a lustful kiss to my ear as he paused his rhythm.

I moaned when he stopped, but felt tears come to my eyes as his words sank in. Were those simply words uttered in the heat of desire? Or did he mean it? Did Jake love me the way I had always hoped? At the moment, it didn't matter either way.

"I love you, too!" I gasped, taking his face in my hands so I could kiss him. "I have always loved you, Jake... Do you mean it?"

"Uh-huh," he whimpered, pulling back to start fucking me again. "More than anything. Sorry it took me so long..."

"Shut up and fuck me, Jake," I said, kissing all over his face. "I love you—and need you—so much more than you will ever know..."

Tears fell freely from my eyes as he stroked me, over and over again. Each time bringing us both closer to that moment we both were screaming for.

"Harder, Jake," I moaned, arching my back to match his rhythm and perhaps thrill him as much as he thrilled me.

Fire burning deep down in my body, I moaned and whimpered, aching in places I didn't know I had. I felt the heat between our bodies intensify with each breathtaking stroke. Even Jake kept closing his eyes and moaning.

Through the sounds of love that came from my throat, I managed to whimper, "Are... are you... c—close... Jake?"

"Yeah," he murmured, nuzzling my neck again. "You?"

I nodded, unable to form words as I teetered on the edge of that fabled oblivion. Jake, so deep inside me now, was stroking a part of me I never knew a man could reach. A part of me that gave such blissful pleasure that it hurt and just when I thought I was about to come...

"Oh, Sam!" he cried, squeezing me tightly. "I—I love you... Sam..."

I felt him suddenly shudder and I realized he had come, pouring himself into me. Trembling, he moaned in pure bliss, but didn't stop stroking me, waiting for me to finish.

"Once more, and harder," I begged, thrusting my hips hard against his.

He nodded and did as I asked, kissing my lips one last time.

In one beautiful stroke, I toppled over the edge, falling with Jake into the bliss only love like that could bring. I cried out, moaning as loudly as my throat would allow.

"Jake!" I moaned, squeezing him as he had done me. "Oh, God... Jake!"

One more stroke and I felt the brilliant white light of the orgasm slowly fade, revealing Jake's beautiful face to me, shining with his sweat as he grinned, holding me against him.

"Oh my God," I gasped, clinging to him as my whole body trembled. "Oh my God..."

He giggled as we clung to one another, both of us tumbling down from the beautiful peak we had reached. I loved that giggle.

"Sam," he said, his pretty mouth parted in such a sweet, childish smile, "you were amazing. This was the best! I love you so much..."

I leaned up and kissed him, unable to think of words to convey how I felt at that moment, hoping the kiss would do it better.

With another giggle, Jake broke the kiss, nuzzling my neck. I adored that sweet, innocent side of him: the giggles, the hugs, the giddy joy he sometimes displayed; he was like a child in so many endearing ways.

And he was mine in so many intimate ways.

"Kiss me again, Jake. It's all I can do to keep from drowning in this..."

He didn't hesitate; he took my face in his hands and brought our mouths together in another tender, but still passionate, kiss. His tongue found mine and sort of lapped all around it, drawing a moan from deep within me.

Pulling back, though, he said, "I'm not ready to start this over, Sam... Aren't you tired?"

"I'm sorry. I am, I just... I'm just afraid of falling asleep. What if I wake up in my bed and find it was all a dream?" I said, looking down at his sweet face.

"It's real, Sam. Real. You are real, I am real... this night was real. Believe it, baby."

I finally smiled again, wrapping my arms around him and rolling so we were beside each other. Only briefly did I mourn the loss of our connection as I nestled myself under his left arm and rested my head on his chest. He wasn't what one could call buff, but I thought his hard, smooth, tan chest was perfect; I had always thought him beautiful and hadn't seen anything tonight to counter that notion.

Beneath my head, his heartbeat slowly returned to normal, the rush of love over. I watched as his chest rose and fell as he sighed so contently. A glance upwards showed that he was gazing lovingly at me.

"Stop staring, you're making me blush."

"I like making you blush, Sam... I like making you do a lot of things..."

"I liked making you beg for more," I said, grinning wickedly.

"Well, no complaints here. What are the odds of you and me sneaking to the bathroom for a quickie next time you're at my store?"

"You dirty bastard," I growled, failing to suppress the satisfied grin on my face.

"You know you wanna try it."

"Actually, yes. But long before you suggested it... Before, even, I told you I like you..."

Jake's eyes bugged out as the realization of what I meant hit him.

"You dirty-ass slut," he said, giggling like a little girl. "I could have had you any time, huh?"

"All you had to do was say the word," I sighed, ashamed of my own weakness—him.

"Sam," he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead, "don't ever change. This world will change around you and people will change, your feelings and needs will change but please, always remain the woman you are now. It is she I fell in love with and she who clearly has the world wrapped around her finger. Everyone adores you—especially me. I have never met anyone quite like you and I thank you for being you. Just promise me you'll always be you..."

"I wouldn't change for the world," I said, grinning as I tilted my head down to kiss his tummy. "But there are aspects of my personality I wish I could change..."

"Like what?" asked Jake, looking rather surprised.

"Like how selfish and shallow I am—"

"You're not selfish—"

"Yes I am."

"—or shallow, Sam, you're—"

"I'm not perfect."

"Exactly, so don't ever expect to be perfect. We're all selfish and hateful sometimes. Great thing about love is that it doesn't matter. I'll always love you no matter what wrongs you occasionally do. So will your mom, your sister and your dad, the people who are your real friends. You're an amazing person and just because you sometimes display undesirable traits doesn't mean you're a bad person—oh... I get it."

I snickered as Jake realized something I had been trying to pound into his head for ages. He thought he was selfish and cold and bad, and I believe I'd just cured him of it.

"Well," he sighed, grinning, "let's call it even, okay? Neither of us is perfect, but we both try and hell, we love each other, so it doesn't matter either way."

"Bingo," I said, stifling a yawn.

"Sleepy, Sam?"

"Uh-huh..."

"All I ask is that you be there when I wake up..."

I raised myself on my elbow to look down at him. He was smiling sweetly up at me, his eyes still shiny. It was then that it hit me what I had just done.

"Oh, God," I whispered, turning from him and sitting up.

"What's wrong, Sam?" he asked, reaching up to press his hands against my shoulder blades. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I sighed, hugging my knees as my face flushed several different shades of pink.

"No you're not. Did I say something? Hurt you?"

"No, I just... I can't believe this actually happened. I never knew either of us was capable of all the things we did tonight. I mean, I fantasized about you! How could it be that I actually laid down with you and cried out for you to fuck me?"

With the giggle that always makes me question his sexuality, Jake said, "But we are capable. That's the thing about being human. We all need the same things: food, sleep, water, air, love—in all its many fine forms—and we are bound by our human limitations. You and I are no different from any other pair of animals on this planet. Nor are we any different from any given pair of lovers. We're madly in love with one another apparently; we have a right to fuck. But it wasn't fucking, Sam..."

"It wasn't?" I deadpanned. "Sure felt like it to me."

"I mean, like when you said to say 'rain' instead of 'honey,' that's sort of how I see loving and fucking. Fucking is something you do in a cheap motel room with a perfect stranger. Loving is what you and I did... and oh, how we did do it..."

Caving in and looking over my shoulder at Jake, a few more tears slid down my cheeks. Behind me, he was laying on his side, inching closer. He looked up at me and smiled sweetly, making me ache again.

"You have a way of saying things, Jake," I said, smiling back.

"Thanks," he replied, nuzzling me in the small of my back.

As a shudder tumbled down my spine, I tossed my head back and sighed. Jake slowly drew his fingertips down from my shoulders to where his lips were now brushing against my bottom.

"You're skin's so soft, Sam," he whispered, clearly exhausted as his eyelids drooped.

He tasted my skin for just a little bit longer before he sat up and put his arms around me, kissing the back of my neck. I couldn't help but let out a tiny squeak of pleasure; the back of my neck was a very sensitive, sensual part of my body.

"Oh, Jake," I cooed, lolling my head back on his shoulder. "That feels so good... Oh, but if you keep this up, baby, I'm gonna get all turned on again..."

"Then I should keep it up, right?"

With a soft laugh I said, "But aren't you tired?"

"Exhausted, Sam," said Jake with a sigh. "But for you, I'd stay up all night..."

I giggled as his breath ruffled the soft curls of my hair that fell on my neck, tickling me. He giggled too and softly blew on me again, stirring my hair.

"I love you, Jake, and I don't wanna keep you up all night. Can I love you again in the morning?"

"I've never loved in the morning," he said, leaning around me to look at my face. "I'll bet it's amazing..."

"Same as loving at night accept we can see one another. Oh shit."

"What?"

"I don't want you to see me in the daylight..."

"Shut up, Sam, you're gorgeous," Jake purred, nuzzling my shoulder. "Besides, I can see you fine with the streetlights shining in. You're still beautiful."

"You're either the sweetest man alive or the greatest liar ever born," I said, shaking my head.

"Come lay down with me, Sam. I'm so tired and all I can think about right now is how it would feel to fall asleep in your arms. You're so amazing..."

I turned in place and smiled at him, leaning close enough to brush the tip of my nose across his cheek. He did the same, only he added a soft kiss to my chin.

"I love you, Jake," I said, letting him pull me down on top of him.

"I love you even more," he replied, holding me down so I couldn't move.

I rested my chin on his chest and stared up at him, simply in awe of the fact that I was there in his arms, in his bed. He grinned, staring back at me, and giggled.

"I love the way you laugh," I said, folding my arms under my chin. His face flushed a little and I added, "I love the way you smile, the way you talk. I love the way you make love and the way you touch me. I love the way you look in this darkened room and I love the way you look in the cold lighting of your store, smiling at me from behind that counter. I love every damned thing about you, Jake. I never knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love you."

The grin disappeared from his face as Jake opened his mouth to say something. He paused though, seemingly unable to find the words. Instead, his face darkened as tears formed at the corners of his eyes. He hastily blinked and wiped away the moisture, stifling a whimper.

"Jake!" I cried, reaching to take his face in my hands. "I'm sorry! What'd I say, baby? Don't cry, please. I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"Hush, Sam. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"What's wrong, Jake? Tell me."

He shook his head and, putting his arms back around me, said, "I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to upset you. It's just that... well, what you said. It's so... so... so sweet. I never knew anyone could love me like that. I always believed that all I did was hurt people, make them wish I would go, but you... You honestly care about me beyond any caring I have ever known. I don't deserve to be as happy as I am now... with you..."

"Oh, Jake," I cooed, inching further up his body so I could kiss him. I pressed my lips firmly against his and kissed him like he had kissed me that first time. When I finally broke the kiss, I said, "Don't ever doubt your worth, Jake. You're the world to me and you make me happier than I have ever been. For as long as I remember, you have been the one thing that has kept me alive. When I fall asleep at night, it's you I think of; you're the thing I dream of and long for. You're my naughty fantasy and my fairytale dream. You're everything to me. You're my everything, Jake."

"Sam," he whimpered, gazing up at me as his eyes continued to shine. "Don't ever leave me. I need you. You're the first person to ever make me feel like this. And you'll surely be the last. Please, please don't go..."

"Never," I sighed, nuzzling the side of his face. "I'll stay here 'til you're sick and tired of me."

"That will be one hell of a long time."

"Thank you for letting me share the new year with you, thank you for letting me share your bed and thank you, Jake, for being my first," I said, unable to tear my eyes from his, so deep and clear.

"Thanks for letting me be the first... I've never been anyone's first before."

I felt myself blush as I grinned up at him, exhaustion overtaking me. With a yawn, I muttered, "I'm so tired, Jake..."

"It's the middle of the damn night," he said, snickering. "It's no wonder."

"Hold me 'til I'm asleep, Jake," I begged, already beginning to doze in the warm comfort of his arms.

"What if I want to hold you longer?" he said, tilting his head down to kiss the top of mine.

"Don't ever let me go," I sighed, not knowing what else he said as I felt the darkness close in and I lost all conscious thought.