𝐈 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Jonesy

  I had thought about carrying Althea in my arms more times than I would like to admit. The thought of her strong arms wrapped around my neck, her legs resting in the crook of my arms, and my fingers grazing her skin had kept me up quite a few nights.
  I couldn't help but smile now as those thoughts were suddenly happening in my reality.
  The heat from the hot tub had dampened her curls which were now tickling my nose as Althea rested her head on my chest. She wasn't asleep, just quiet-content. Satisfied?
  One of these days I'll figure out how to read and interpret her silence.
  The living room of the cabin was empty as the boys, Daria and Jensen were still in the theater room. I couldn't help but feel relieved that no one had been in the room while I had been two knuckles deep in Althea.
  Not that I should be ashamed of fingering my girlfriend in her hot tub.
  "Do we have to shower just yet?" Althea's voice was muffled against my chest as I walked us into the bedroom.
  "Althea Beckett doesn't want to shower? It must be the end times." I replied with a laugh. She raised her head and stared at me with her endless brown eyes.
  "I just want more..." Her brows creased and glanced from my eyes to my lips. It wasn't hard to guess what it exactly she wanted and I was more than happy to give in to her.
  I pressed my lips to hers and smiled at the satisfied moan that escaped her throat. Setting her on the bed, I gingerly crawled atop her, my legs straddling her hips.
  Althea's slim fingers wove their way through the damp curls of my hair. I gently bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip, causing a sharp gasp and a slight tug from her.
  She smelled and tasted slightly of chlorine but even underneath all that I could still smell her. Lavender and honey was her signature scent. I wanted that scent ingrained into my mind forever.
  My hands found her breast and I could feel the hardened points of her nipples through her bikini top. I kissed her neck, my tongue and teeth lightly grazing her skin before I licked and sucked.
  There would no doubt be a hickey there tomorrow, but I didn't care.
  With one hand, I squeezed one of her taut nipples and with the other, I ran my thumb across the wet cloth of her bikini bottoms.
  "Help me take them off." Althea's voice was breathy by my ear and sent shivers down my spine and arousal grew in my stomach. "With your teeth," she finished, and I could hear the smile in her words.
  I was right. Underneath all her pink bows and organized schedules was a dirty, dirty girl.
  I didn't need to be told twice. I kissed and bit my way down her body, each one earning me a small yelp or moan. I kissed the part of her skin where her thigh connected with her hips and her hips bucked.
  I laughed softly, tugging the pink material down the length of her thigh with my teeth. I did the same to the other side; kissing just below her belly button before kissing her hip. I ran my tongue across the small set of butterflies she had tattooed on her left hip bone.
  I had never noticed them before, but there they were. One large and one slightly smaller, surrounded by a set of stars. Four stars to be exact.
  "I didn't know you had a tattoo," I mused aloud, tracing the ink with my thumb.
  "I wasn't in the position to show you." Her reply was breathy and held a hint of confusion. "You also never asked."
  She was right, and honestly, I had never pegged her to be the type to get a tattoo. Bumper sticker on a Bentley sort of thing.
  "Does it have meaning?"
  Althea let out a disgruntled groan and propped herself up onto her elbows and raised her knees. "Yes, it does. Maybe I'll tell you about it after you've finished fucking me."
  I laughed and gently pried her knees apart. The bottom half of her bikini had fallen past her thighs leaving her bare. I slid the material the rest of the way off her legs, kissing her ankles lightly.
  Althea slipped off her bikini top and I could see the rapid rising and falling of her chest. Was she nervous? Excited?
  I bit the inside of my cheek, debating on whether or not I should ask her. On one hand, I wanted to make sure she was comfortable and to let her know that if she ever wasn't, all she had to do was tell me. On the other hand, I didn't want to ruin the vibe with constant badgering.
  "Why are you staring at me like that?" Her face darkened as a blush crept across her face. She was still resting on her elbows, her breasts perky.
  I closed my mouth, quickly running a thumb across my bottom lip. I could hear Bela in the back of my mind, making a joke about me drooling.
  "You-uh..." I fumbled with my words. "You're so pretty-beautiful. You're so beautiful."
  Nice save, Jones.
  Althea laughed and the sound eased the tension in my stomach. "You have this look on your face like you're worried about me. I'm fine, baby. I promise."
  I let out a sigh of relief and bent down to kiss her; there was no more need to speak. Althea met my kiss with passion, maybe even desperation. I slid my hand down her thigh and my fingers were met with a slick wetness of her arousal. I smiled into her mouth.
  "So wet already? I've barely even touched you." I bit into her bottom lip hungrily, slipping one finger and then two inside her. Her hips bucked, pressing her chest against mine.
  With my free hand, I cupped her breast and pinched the hard nipple between two fingers. A moan escaped her throat and Althea's kiss moved to my neck.
  I could've kissed her forever. I thought about it honestly, but I knew what she wanted, what she wanted me to do. And I was hungry for it. Hungry like a starved wolf.
  I lowered myself onto the bed so her legs were on either side of my face and firmly took hold of her thighs. I had always admired Althea's when she was fully clothed; her legs were lean and firm, as needed to be an athlete.
  Now that she was completely naked and at my viewing pleasure, I could see bruises and scars across her skin. Every time I had seen her on the ice, she had always been so graceful, her moves perfect. I hadn't ever taken into consideration the amount of times she must've fallen beforehand and the toll it took on her body physically to perfect those moves.
  And even now, with all those bruises and scars, she was still utterly and completely beautiful. The most perfect thing I had ever been given the chance to see.
  I kissed her ankles again, soaking in the scent of her perfume. I had never known someone to put perfume on their ankles, and yet she did.
  Pressing my face between her thighs, I inhaled her; her scent, the feel of her, the taste of her. I was a woman starved and she was manna from heaven.
  I licked up and down the soft, warm folds of her pussy, lapping up as much of her juices as I could. She was so sweet; so fucking sweet.
  Althea let out a whimper and I felt her thighs clench around my face and the walls of her pussy against my tongue. She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, trying to bite back her moans.
  It was cute.
  Spreading her open with two fingers and sliding another two inside, I pumped steadily. She grabbed a handful of my hair, my name slipping out of her mouth.
  How I loved the sound of my name on her lips while my tongue grazed her clit. The sound ignited something in me and I dove back in, sucking and pulling at her sensitive clit.
  I could hear the short bursts of her breath coming from above her. She was close.
  "Please don't stop...I'm about to cum," Althea whimpered, voicing my suspicions. Her hips bucked again and her thighs tightened.
  "Not yet, baby; I haven't had my fill." Without looking up, I could already imagine the pull of her perfect brows as they formed themselves into a frown.
  She let out a soft whimper that sounded like a protest as she held back her orgasm. It was cute how well she listened, she was so desperate to please me.
  I continued eating her, kissing and sucking up her sweet juices. Every time I felt the familiar clench of her walls indicating she was close, I would pull back and slow down.
  I could tell she was becoming more and more frustrated; the grip in my hair became tighter and she would shy away from my mouth.
  "Please, please, please..." She was begging now, her voice desperate and I could hear the slight hint of tears in her words. "I can't-baby..." The rest of her sentence was cut off by a strangled gasp as her orgasm took over.
  "It's okay, come for me." My words gave her the confirmation she needed and she relaxed, fully giving into herself,
  After several seconds of her moans filling the room, her legs thrashed and her body fell limp to the bed. I raised myself, licking her off my fingers before lapping up the remains of her orgasm.
  Sweat glistened off her chest that was now rapidly rising and falling. She was staring at the ceiling, her fingers slowly working the sheets.
  I kissed the side of her breast and smiled as her eyes lit up. Althea ran a hand softly through my hair, pulling my face up to kiss me, tasting herself on my lips.
  "That was fun," she said once our lips parted.
  "Yeah? Well, there's more where that came from, no pun intended."
  She laughed and kissed me again. "I think we should raid the kitchen first."
  As if on cue, my stomach growled loudly. "I think so too."