So Much More

Everybody's Business

She awoke to the feel of something brushing against her leg. She groggily tried to kicked it off but something stopped her. A hand held her leg in positioned and it was spreading her legs apart inches by inches. Then she felt it again. What a wondrous sensation it truly was as she felt him peppering kisses in her inner thigh, so soft yet so arousing at the same time.

Sleepiness left her in an instant. Even as she felt aroused beyond reason, she still closed her eyes and maintained the façade of being asleep. It wasn't that she wanted to withheld sex from him or even play hard to get, but they had sex the entire night. She fell asleep just as dawn was breaking and she knew if it wasn't for her total exhaustion, he wouldn't have stopped.

Jamie was a sex maniac.

She would never peg him as one because while she could tell he was a sexual creature – she guessed it took one to know one – she never thought he had it in him. She had plenty of co-stars in her days and the sex maniacs were always easily identifiable because they would constantly be having intercourse in every surface imaginable or trying to have one, even on set. Then again, she guessed Jamie was stuck in a unhappy marriage before, so that could explain why she had never caught him having sex with his wife back on the Fifty Shades set.

In one hand, the fact that he was a sex maniac had its perk because it meant he would always be ready. After that first time in his bed, they had ordered room service for some food and a good bottle of wine. As they waited, they had a round on the kitchen counter. Then another against the fridge. They were about to start on round four on the couch when a knock sounded on the door. A twenty-something waiter stood outside their door, his eyes bulged a little when he saw their minimal clothing and mussed up hair. The waiter blushed and brought in their orders as quickly as possible. Jamie – appreciating the man's effort to get out of their hair as soon as possible so they could get back to the business on hand – gave the man a very generous tip that left the waiter with tears on his eyes.

Food was devoured in under ten minutes then Jamie opened up the wine to get the mood going. Or at least that was what he said.

"I don't think you need any catalyst to get the mood going."

He grinned at her as she saw the tent on his sleep pants. "Here I thought I was being romantic."

She appreciated his effort and then they christened the couch as planned. When she thought about it, they christened most of the furniture in the room, even the rug. They returned to the bed a little before dawn and Jamie proceeded to find new ways to make her come only with his fingers.

It was safe to say that his fingers were talented, along with the rest of him.

Then there was the other part of her who didn't want this relationship to solely be purely physical. They barely had talked about anything concerning where this was going. But maybe that was the insecure part of her talking, maybe she just needed to see where this could go.

"I know you're awake," he said which made her eyes popped. He chuckled then and she looked down at him. "Even from down here, I could tell you were blinking behind your eyes."

"Do you have to be so–" His kisses inched closer to her core which made her lose all train of thoughts entirely.

She felt his grin rather than see it, with his lips against her sensitive skin, his eyes found hers. "You were saying?"

Then he proceeded to flick his tongue inside her core. Safe to say that was the last time she could think coherently.

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They spent the whole Sunday in bed, ordering room service whenever hunger strike and then continued to work off the calories in the most pleasurable way possible. She had to practically push him off of her in order to get some sleep. Even that didn't slow him down because after a few hours, she awoke to find his hard-on pressed against her butt. He really was a maniac.