THE LEFTOVERS

41. Washing Machine

Your heart skipped a beat, as you stared deep into James spoke. It felt like he was speaking directly into your soul. It was true. You never knew how much time you had with each other. Why wait, when you liked each other now. When you had the time and place, right now. You felt James finger tips strike against your bare shoulder. You looked down. His fingers moved so gently. You could feel the hair on your body rise. His finger so innocently let the strap of your top and bra fall down your shoulder. You looked up at him as you gasped. He smirked amused by your reaction.

"You wanna stand up for me?" He whispered.

You did as he said, and stood up in front of him. You were enticed. James looked at you, from your hips up to your adorable face. James slowly stood up, standing right in front of you. You felt his hands at the edge of your shirt, before he lifted it off your shoulders, and threw it away. He uneclipsed your bra throwing it even further away. His hands wrapped around your bare waist. He smiled at your beauty. He leaned down kissing your neck.

James pulled off his shirt. This time he didn't want any clothes. He wanted to embrace you, all of you. You smiled weakly as you let one hand trail through his bare chest, feeling his every muscle at your finger tips down to his belt, losing it up. James eyes followed your movements, as you threw it away. James kneeled down, as he moved your panties down. He smiled, how glorious. He stood up. Your hands went back to his chest. James had noticed you liked his chest. His muscles. He was so beautiful. You suprisingly felt his fingers, between your legs as he moved in.

"Ahh," You moaned, you felt your feet rising by his touch, as your hands fell into his chest grasping on to what you got.

Ah,  James kissed the top of your head. He loved how you fell onto his embrace by your touch. He let his fingers do their magic, as you fell deeper and deeper into his embrace. Your feet jumping from time to time in deseperation of his touch. James knew exactly how to touch you. You let your hands fall down to his pants, as you let them and his boxers fall down. He stepped out of it, but din't let his fingers stop.

"I want you to take off your skirt," He whispered.

You looked up at him, giving him a slight nod. You took a couple step away, so you stood by the large mirror by the entrance, as you slowly removed your skirt, throwing it away. The two of you now stood naked in your living room. James smiled at the sight of you. You slowly moved around in a little circle, form him to see all of you. You had noticed that James did have a thing for your behind. James was impressed how you could read his mind. He walked towards you, standing right behind you. You could feel his length up against your bum. He wrapped his hands around your waist, as he let his hand trail, down to your warmth between your legs. He watched your face in the mirror as you gasped for when he touched you. Ah, he could already see how wet you were for him.

"Look how beautiful you are," He whispered, not being able to let go off the look of the two of you together in the mirror.

You opened your eyes, barely holding on to sanity, as you watched the two of you. How his fingers, worked so well inside of your body. How he so gently kissed your neck. You couldn't hold back the moans. You could feel yourself cumming any second now. James changed his grip, letting his hand massage your g-spot. It didn't take long before your legs were shaking.

"I'm gonna cum," You moaned desperately in fear that it was too early. James hadn't even gotten any pleasures. You could feel his smile against your ear as he whispered.

"You'll cum a lot for me, the next couple of hours," He said, as your head shut back on to his shoulder and you came for the first time.

"Fuck," You moaned desperately.

James watched how your body began to relax when you finally were able to come. What a beauty you were. He could feel his need of getting your warmth around his length, more and more as he gently rubbed himself against your ass. He smiled as he began to kiss your neck, but this time he wasn't gentle. He left marks. Your moans were like music to his ears. God, he needed you just as much as you needed him.