Don't Let Me Go - **BOOK TWO** Jaime Preciado

Chapter 6; One Last Time

*** WARNING; THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT... IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ, SKIP TO THE END.*****

-Carson-

I was pacing around my room, my hair slowly drying from the long shower I’d just taken. Everyone else had gone out partying, when Jaime and I dropped out last minute, none of them really questioned it. Jessica had even gone with them. I was surprised there.

I looked back at the clock for then tenth time; it was exactly 12: 58. I sighed walking over to my drawers and going through it until I came across the lingerie set I had worn the first time Jaime and I had ever had sex. It only seemed appropriate to wear them again, since this could very well be the last. I slipped them on, and pulled out one of Jaime’s old button up shirts that I’d kept and slipped it on, just enough to where you could still see the bra, slightly but not enough for him to know.

I sighed rubbing lotion over my legs and brushing through my now mostly dry hair. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, wondering if I should back out of this. I quickly dismissed the thought, and let my feet carry me out of my room and to the one next door. It felt strange as I lifted my hand and knocked on the bedroom door, usually I would just walk in, not caring if he was dressed or not.

It took a few minutes, and a lot of rustling before the door swung open, revealing a very shirtless Jaime. His eyes scanned up and down my body, his eyes darkening, the way they always did. He opened his door far enough for me to walk in. When I did, he shut the door behind us, clicking the lock while I took in the site in front of me. He’d completely recreated the room, from the first time we’d had sex. The candles in the same place, the rose petals, the candle light flickering across the dark room, making it seductive, and my heart skipped a beat as I felt his fingertips run across the back of my neck as he pulled my hair to one side. His lips immediately met flesh, making my breath leave my lungs.

“You remembered all this?” I asked breathlessly, as he continued his silent torture, leaving soft pecks along my neck, and up to my jaw.

“How could I forget?” He answered spinning me around in his arms so that I was facing him. His lips descended to mine, and when they finally met I swore the room was actually on fire. The kiss was slow and passionate, making me want more. I pressed myself into him, I could tell he wanted this slow, and that’s exactly how it was going to work out. His lips left mine, and kissed down my jaw, to my neck, as his fingertips drifted back up my body, to the buttons on his shirt, he paused for a second, giving me time to back out, but I wasn’t going too. After a few seconds his fingers began slowly undoing the buttons, and his lips left my neck as he stood back up to full height, watching his fingers as they worked on the last few buttons.

Once the last button was undone, he pushed the shirt from my shoulders slowly, letting it drop into a pool at my feet. His eyes grazed over the lingerie set, a groan of approval exiting his throat. His eyes made their way back up painfully slow, until he locked eyes with me again. He reached down grabbing my wrists, and placing my hands on his chest. He released my wrists as my hands ghosted over his chest, feeling every inch of it. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t care. I wanted to remember this; I wanted this to be everything.

Slowly I let my hands descend towards his belt, and started undoing it, pulling it from its loops and dropping it to the floor with my shirt. My fingers then began working on his jeans as my lips ghosted kisses across his chest, hearing his breathing picking up. Once I had the zipper undone, he took over from there, removing his jeans the rest of the way, tossing them somewhere.

He walked over to me, connecting our lips almost immediately. A small moan exited my throat as he squeezed my ass slightly. He picked me up them carrying me back to the bed. He laid me back on the bed slowly, crawling over me, letting his body press against mine. His elbows rested by my sides, he was using them to hold most of weight off of me, but I didn’t care, I wanted to feel him.