A Match Into Water (Fuenciado)

Chapter Twelve

I shyly let go of Jaime's hand, my cheeks flaming. I took a clumsy step sideways and pretended to look at something on the wall. My stomach was churning, like a million restless butterflies were fluttering inside.

Did he want me to make the first move? Or was I reading too much into this and it wasn't what he wanted to happen at all? I stared more intently at what turned out to be an academic certificate taped to the blue wallpaper. My thoughts were racing. What if I made the wrong move? What if he hated me for it? What if...

I felt arms wrapping around my waist, slowly turning me around. I was met with Jaime's mouth on mine, warm and demanding. His lips clashed against my own, tongue darting into my mouth. I melted into him, thankful that I hadn't misread the signs. It was rougher than the other times we'd kissed, and I couldn't say that I minded. I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling his head even closer. I could taste his tongue, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted him.

I took a step backward, dragging Jaime with me until we were next to his bed. I spun so that he was closer to the bed than I was before leaning forward and pushing him onto it. His tongue still frantically probing my mouth, I sunk down so that I was straddling Jaime's waist as he lay on his back. I began to grind my hips back and forth on top of him, feeling him grow hard underneath me.

He moaned, and I pressed down even more. Rocking in rhythm with me, Jaime reached up to pull my sweatshirt off of me. My heart stopped for a moment, realizing that my arms were exposed, but Jaime was paying no attention to them. He was now trying to work my shirt off over my head. He was still pinned down underneath me, so I pulled back after kissing him even harder for a moment before stripping off my shirt myself.

Jaime's eyes widened at the sight of my bare chest, looking hungry. He wrapped his arms around me in a quick motion, fingernails digging into my back as he pulled me towards him. I propped a hand on the pillows behind Jaime's head, the other reaching down to feel him under his jeans. He moaned again, reaching his hands to push against my hips. I shook my head at him, taking his arms and pinning them against the bed over his head.

I leaned forward so that I was nearly on top of him, lightly running my lips along his neck. I felt his body shiver beneath me. I stopped at a soft spot at the nape of Jaime's neck, gently nibbling at it until I heard his sound of pleasure. I began to suck on it, feeling Jaime interlace his fingers in my hair. His skin tasted so good. I just had to leave my mark, prove that he belonged only to me. When my lips broke away from his smooth skin, I planted small kisses on the tender spot, then ran my tongue over it.

In a surge of dominance, Jaime rolled me off of him so that I was on my back, shifting on top of me. He bent down to kiss me, his lips quickly connecting with mine. I felt a sharp pinch as he bit down on my lower lip, and my eyes slipped closed in bliss. I opened them again as I felt Jaime's fingers trailing down my exposed chest, leaving a surge of energy in their wake.

He paused when he reached my hips, pressing his thumbs into them in deep circles. I moaned as he slowly slid them lower.

"Stop fucking teasing," I gasped out as he began unbuttoning my jeans.

He just smiled and planted another quick kiss on my lips before sliding my pants off of me and tossing them onto the floor. They had barely even hit the ground before Jaime had settled onto my lap, brown eyes staring into mine as he ground the tough fabric of his jeans against the growing bulge in my boxers at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Faster!" I cried, but he did the opposite. His movements became more gradual, but he pressed harder against me. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed him. Now.

I took his hands and guided them downward, aching with anticipation. He knew how badly I wanted him, needed him. Starting at the creases of my inner thighs, he began to massage me. Softly at first, then harder, so hard that my pelvis bucked upward and my thighs clenched around his hands, squeezing together. I rubbed against him, begging him to touch me. He grinned as he dug his fingers even deeper into me, causing a moan to escape from my lips.