At first, she didn't think anything of it. They had lain there countless times before, laughing about their friends, talking about homework or the teams they played on. Sometimes one or the other of them would rub the other's back...something they both loved. It was easy, relaxed. They were best friends. There had been that rough patch when they'd first met, when he'd hit on her and a brief attempt at a relationship had sputtered and died. But they had realized the friendship was there, and it had grown. No one believed them that they were just friends, but they laughed about that, too. Fair enough, though, they were together all the time, even on vacations in the same tent and all. But Ella and James knew how it was.
Well, Ella had thought she knew how it was. There she was now, lying on her bed, feeling a brand new thudding in her chest. He'd come over to keep her company after her family left for the weekend, and they'd just been hanging out, relaxing after a busy week. Just like always, so what was different now? She lay on her side, staring at James' bare shoulder. His shirt was off, lying beside the bed where he'd tossed it carelessly, complaining about the heat. Why on earth would that make her heart pound? She was seventeen. It wasn't like she hadn't seen a guy without his shirt. Hell, it wasn't like she hadn't seen James without his shirt, after all the camping they'd done. But now all she could think about was the way his tanned skin stretched over the lean muscles of his arm. She could faintly smell the soap he'd used when he'd showered before coming over. Ella found herself drawing a deep breath, wanting to pull in more of that smell, then caught herself. What the hell was she thinking? She shook her head and rolled her eyes at herself. Moron. But she noticed the pull in her belly, a new wetness between her legs. Beside her, James felt the movement of her head, and turned to face her. His green eyes crinkled in a smile. "Y'okay?"
Ella forced a grin. "Great."
James turned back to the magazine he held in his hand. Car and Driver, Ella knew. It was his favourite.
As he pulled the magazine closer, he shifted his body toward her, and Ella couldn't help it. After all this time of barely noticing his body, she couldn't keep her eyes off the smoothness of his chest, the way his muscles rippled easily, the way his abdomen rose and fell with his slow, quiet breaths. And past that, the way his hips narrowed and disappeared beneath his shorts.
Damn. He was a fine looking guy, and she'd only just this minute noticed it. He was long, too, a head taller than she when they stood together, easily able to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder when she got in his way. It made her shudder suddenly to imagine him doing the same thing naked...throwing her down onto the bed, and...
Ella drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes. She was going to cause trouble. They'd been friends for too long to wreck everything by jumping him. The whole dating thing hadn't worked before, right? So get a grip, she told herself.
Telling herself was one thing, but shutting down her body's reaction to those kinds of thoughts was another thing entirely. Ella kept her eyes closed as she counted her breaths and tried to slow her heart rate. The wetness between her thighs was enough to make her shift her legs, craving the friction. That only made it worse. Worried she'd give something away to James, Ella forced herself to stay still, to concentrate on calming herself down before she looked at him. She didn't want him to see this crazy desire in her eyes.
It was the silence that did it. As she lay listening to the blood speeding through her veins and the quick breaths filling her lungs, she heard something else. Beside her James had started breathing faster.
Was it her imagination? He hadn't moved, and she was sure there was nothing in that magazine to get his blood pumping. What was making him breathe like that?
Ella felt a quaking in her belly. What if...what if he wanted her, too? Was it possible? She listened again. The breathing beside her was quiet, hardly audible, but no longer the easy breath of a lazy reader.
She opened her eyes, just enough to look at his torso. It wasn't her imagination. His chest was rising and falling rapidly. The rest of his body seemed rigid, where only minutes ago it had been loose and relaxed. The magazine in his hands was at an odd angle, hardly one that would be comfortable for reading.
Her heart pounded faster, and Ella shut her eyes again. He knew. Somehow he knew what she was thinking. And in a flash of clarity, Ella knew that he was thinking the same thing. Without a word, after all this time, they both suddenly wanted the same thing. Each other.
She still didn't open her eyes. She forced herself to think about all that their friendship meant to her. Would it be worth it? She remembered the way his smooth skin stretched over his well formed muscles, toned from soccer and basketball. She shuddered to think of running her hands over those muscles. Not the way she had before, even just an hour ago, laughing at...something. No, running her hands over them, lightly, feeling his body tremble under her fingers. That was what she wanted.
They could figure the rest out later.
Ella shifted again at the fresh surge of wetness. Her body moved closer to James, almost without her willing it to. She paused...what if he didn't...? But then he shifted, too, and Ella knew for certain.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and lifted her gaze to his face. It seemed to take ages before she found the nerve to raise her eyes to meet his, and her whole body trembled. With nerves, certainly, and with anticipation.
There was no smile in his eyes now, no crinkling eyes or curved lips. His head was turned toward her, lips parted slightly, and his breath sped in and out and washed over her. His eyes...oh, yes, his eyes showed what he wanted. Ella almost couldn't breath as she saw the way desire for her darkened his green eyes to almost black. In that one look she knew he'd thought about this for a long time.
For a long while they just stared at each other. Ella knew what he was seeing in her eyes. She'd never been good at veiling her thoughts, and now the whole of her being wanted him. There was no way to hide it. Inches from his face, her whole body pulsing, Ella couldn't move. She wanted to. Oh, God, how she wanted to, but she was frozen.
It was James who broke the spell. Without moving the rest of his body, without touching her anywhere else, he slowly lowered his face to hers. For the space of a breath he paused, his body taut, then gently pressed his lips to hers.
Oh, God... Ella moaned. She couldn't help it. Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest, her pulse racing so fast the roar of it dulled other sounds. Except the sound of him, so close to her, his breath on her face, his lips still pressed gently to hers. Until she moaned.
It was like the sound ignited them. In seconds the magazine fell forgotten to the floor as James rolled his body over hers. Ella reached up for him hungrily, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer, pressing his lips against hers, harder, more demanding. She felt his hips against hers as he pulled her close, pressed her down. Her heart beat against her ribs, and now she could feel his, too, so hard it must be bruising his insides. She gasped for breath as he pulled his mouth off hers, his lips following his hands as they streaked over her face, her throat, her collarbone.
Again, it was like her body acted without her. Ella moaned at his touch, lifting her hips to press against him. She ran her hands along his body, now slicked with sweat, and gave in to her craving as she pulled his hips down, needing to feel the pressure of him. Her body was young, not used to this driving need to feel him...everywhere. She'd felt desire before, of course. That surge of adrenaline when she was kissing a guy, the fluttery feeling in her belly when he'd touch her breasts. But nothing had prepared her for this.
His mouth was still on her throat, but as she curled one leg around his in an effort to pull him closer, his arms tightened and he moved his lips back to claim hers. Deep in his throat Ella heard a groan of pleasure, and she shuddered. That smooth chest was pressing against her, muscles tight as he held her. Ella ran her hands over his body, reveling in the fact that she could. Her hands streaked between the bunched muscles of his arms to the lean curve of his hips. She let her fingertips dip below the waistband of his shorts, and felt her fingers curl as a new wave of desire hit her. She'd never had someone, not like that. She'd never been had. But she wanted to now. God almighty, she wanted to now.
James pulled back again and she saw the same need mirrored in his eyes. In an abrupt motion he sat back, pulling Ella up with him. She ran her hands over his shoulders, his chest, then paused. It wasn't fair that she could touch so much of him. Holding his gaze, she reached down and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt. His breath quickened as she made him wait, then came out in a gasp as she pulled her shirt over her head. Sitting there, hair tousled, cheeks flushed and eyes filled with longing, she was irresistible. James reached out and ran eager hands down from her shoulders. It was Ella's turn to gasp when he grazed his fingertips over her nipples. She pushed herself toward him, inviting, and James responded.
With another groan he pushed her roughly back against the pillows and covered her mouth with his. The press of his bare chest against hers made Ella pant with pleasure. And when James slid down her body to take her nipple in his mouth, she felt another hot burst of wetness between her legs. James' hands were grasping her hips as his mouth devoured first one breast and then the other. Ella arched her back and pressed his face to her, reveling in the rush of his breath on her skin. She thrust her hips against him again, and wanted more. The heat between her legs was becoming unbearable. She wanted more.
James seemed to know what she was thinking. Dragging himself back, he lay propped on his side, watching her. Ella's chest rose and fell, her panting making it clear she wanted him. He smiled slightly, his own breath and heaving chest leaving no question. Then he dropped his eyes to her breasts, where he trailed a finger around the shape of each mound. Then he trailed his fingers lower, between the valley they made. Ella thought she might faint from the sensation, and her breath began to hitch in and out as she closed her eyes. Slowly those fingers traced over her ribs, then lower, down to where the waistband of her track shorts sat on her hips. As his fingers reached the cloth, her hips pressed up of their own accord. She heard him catch his breath to steady himself, then he continued his slow journey. Every nerve in Ella's body ached as he slipped his fingers just below the band. And then he stopped, his hand trembling, waiting. Just feeling the heat flow off her body.
Ella opened her eyes and watched him. His eyes were on hers again as he moved his hand around the edge of her shorts, gently pushing them over her hips. Ella raised her hips again, slightly, to let the cloth slide down her legs and over her feet, heart racing with anticipation. But James' eyes never left hers. She felt him trace his fingers up her legs and over her hips before he dropped his gaze to her body. She lay there, shuddering, her whole body taut with desire. His eyes roamed over her, taking in the small, perfect breasts with their tight, pink nipples, then on down to her flat belly and past it, to where she lay clothed in only her pale pink panties. She lay still, waiting, for his hands to claim her. She heard him breathing as though he'd just finished a race, and knew that he was forcing himself to stay in control. But right now she didn't want control.
She reached down, wanting to move his hand lower, to press his palm against the heat and moisture. Something to ease the aching pleasure filling her. But James would have none of that. He grabbed her wrist and, in a quick motion, had both her arms over her head, held in place by his other hand. Caught off guard, Ella tried tugging her hands free, but James held them tightly. He leaned over her and gently ran his lips along her jawline, then over her lips. Down, over her breasts, pausing to feel her shudder again, then, lifting his head, he turned his attention back to the thin pink fabric covering her pussy. Ella gave in and closed her eyes, quivering in anticipation, loving the sensation of being held down for exquisite torture. And it was torture. James took his time, first gently brushing his fingers over the damp cloth. Just that light touch brought another surge of wetness, and Ella heard him take in a quick breath as he watched her writhe. He still didn't hurry. With one last squeeze of her hands to make sure they stayed where they were, he slid his body down the bed, running his hands over her skin every inch of the way. When his hands reached her hips he cupped his fingers around them and leaned in to press his lips against the skin of her belly. Ella felt his hot breath and lifted her hips to meet him. She felt his hands clench tightly around her as he pulled her body toward him, and another moan escaped her. As he slid lower yet, she felt the friction of his body moving over her legs, over her pussy, and she arched again, pushing against him. James' breath was becoming more ragged, but still he teased. His lips traced the edge of her panties as he planted kisses down the inside of her thighs. She knew he must feel the heat rising off her, see the dampness of her desire. Her hands, still obediently above her head, clenched around her pillow as she stifled the urge to thrust against his face.
Then she felt his fingers. Finally he let them follow his lips, tracing the path of fabric along her thighs. He let his fingertip ease just inside the edge, close to her aching center. Ella was panting loudly now, eyes pressed closed, dizzy with pleasure. And then, when she thought she might explode from wanting, she felt the heat of his breath, through the cotton, right over her mound. His lips pressed gently over her while his fingertips slid inside, just to the edge of her swollen lips. The moan she let out was closer to a scream this time, from deep in her throat. So close. He was so close to meeting that driving need. But still she waited for him. She held herself still, waiting.
Opening her eyes slightly, Ella looked down the length of her body to where James lay. His gaze was riveted on her, his eyes dark with desire, but when he felt her movement he looked up. The look on his face stunned her. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted, breath rushing. He wanted her, every part of her, this James she had never seen before. And, oh God, but she wanted him to have her. She watched as he lowered his eyes again, then slowly moved his fingers inside the edge of her panties. Slowly, he pushed aside the fabric until he could finally see the moist, pink lips of her pussy. Ella closed her eyes and lay back with a groan, ready to come just thinking about him staring at her like that. She felt his fingers caress the skin around her lips. Her fingers clenched and unclenched on the pillow above her head, her hips moving untamed in jerky, rhythmic motions. His fingers traced closer and closer until, with a jolt that sent her arching up, he touched her throbbing clit. At the same time he slowly slipped a finger into her, and Ella let out a strangled scream of pleasure. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of heat rushed through her, pulsing with the rhythm of his fingers as he thrust them into her, over her. Another scream ripped from her throat as he lowered his mouth to her and let his tongue follow the path of his fingers. Deep inside her she felt the soft heat of his lips, the pressure of his tongue. Over her clit he held his mouth, letting his fingers explore her depths. The waves of pleasure were building, and Ella rode them with her head thrashing on the pillow, small whimpers escaping her lips as she panted.
She couldn't help it any longer. She curled her legs around his smooth back and brought her hands down to tangle in his hair. Her thighs tightened as the heat grew and now she thrust, again and again, against his willing lips. She heard his answering groan as he slid one arm under her hips, the other with fingers still buried inside her. Ella knew nothing else but the sound of breathing, the blood roaring in her ears, the pleasure so intense she felt she might drown in it. Then, suddenly she knew she had reached the peak. Each of the sensations coursing through her seemed to pause, to teeter on the edge, and then, with a blinding intensity she screamed out loud as her orgasm shook her. Groaning in ecstasy James covered her pussy with his mouth and reveled in the final surge of wetness that ran over his fingers, over her lips.
For a long moment there was no sound but breathing. Frantic, ragged breathing that gradually quieted. As her body lay shuddering, Ella slowly began to notice more than just the thrill of pleasure, the thud of her own heart. She opened her eyes again and gazed down at James. He ran his hands gently over her hips and thighs as he carefully replaced her panties. She felt a shiver of uncertainty as she watched him, waiting for his words. What was he thinking? But the uncertainty lasted only seconds, until he raised his head and looked at her. He slid his body up until he was gazing into her eyes. Against her body she could feel the bulge of his cock, straining against his shorts. The feel of it sent a new quiver through her, but before she could say anything, he smiled down at her.
"Y'okay?" he asked, his voice husky.
Ella couldn't help grinning. "Great," she answered. Even she could hear the breathlessness of her answer.
James' grin widened. He glanced over her body, damp with sweat and flushed with satisfaction. He pressed his hips against her, reminding her that he had taken care of her, first.
Ella shot a look across the room, to where the clock sat on her dresser. Then she looked suggestively toward the bulge in his pants. "Lots of time yet," she said casually, feeling the quiver become a new burst of desire. And as James pulled her naked body over onto his, she wondered if she'd ever really get her breath back again.
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