Jayden turned off the television as he picked Emma up, bridal style.
They had both drifted off while watching a movie. After two films back-to-back, this was their third one, and it was already past eleven but Jayden couldn't understand how he'd drifted off so easily.
He scooped Emma into his arms and carried her into the room, laying her gently on the bed. Just as he started to pull away, she looped her arm around his neck and pulled him down to her.
"Let's stay like this," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.
A minute later, Emma's lips trailed to Jayden's neck. She massaged his hair lightly as she nibbled at his skin.
"I thought you'd fallen back asleep," he murmured, but she only let out a soft chuckle, and he couldn't help but smile.
Jayden looked up at her, catching the brightness in her eyes even under the dim light. He smiled, and she returned it.
In that moment, Jayden questioned himself. He knew inviting her to stay was a huge mistake. He had little control around her, and she seemed to know exactly how to undo him. This wasn't just attraction, it was raw, consuming lust, and it was swallowing him whole.
Almost as if she'd read his thoughts, Emma leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
The kiss was slow at first, then hungry. Her lips were parting to welcome him deeper. His hand slipped to her waist, then down to her bare thigh. She wore nothing beneath his shirt and that drove him even crazier.
His lips trailed down her neck, sucking lightly, making her squirm beneath him. She gasped softly, her nails dragging across his shoulders as her body arched into his.
Jayden braced himself with one arm above her head, while his free hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet. His fingers teased her slowly but yet deliberately, drawing shaky breaths from her lips.
The kiss grew rougher, his mouth crashing back onto hers as though he couldn't get enough. And when he finally looked into her eyes again, the intensity in his gaze said it all...trust me.
He stood at the edge of the bed and quickly pulled off the only piece of clothing he had on, his shorts. His body was tense, his arousal impossible to hide.
"I want to use my dick on you," he said quietly, meeting her eyes as he leaned closer.
"Jayden..." Emma whispered. A million thoughts raced through her mind in an instant. Was this why he'd asked her to stay the night?
"Listen to me," he said gently, offering a reassuring smile. "I promise I won't go in at all, not even a bit. You'll feel it, I'll feel it, and we'll both be satisfied. But I swear, I won't cross that line."
She stared at him for a moment, uncertain whether to believe him.
"Can I?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers.
After a moment's hesitation, she gave him a small nod.
He climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her. With careful hands, he tugged his shirt off her body. Under the dim light, her skin glowed, and when he finally laid eyes on her bare chest, he had to close his eyes for a second, as though steadying himself. His hands found her breasts, cupping and massaging them gently until the muffled sounds she tried to suppress gave him all the proof he needed.
His lips trailed downward until they reached her chest. He kissed the top of her boobs softly at first, then took her nipple into his mouth, teasing and nibbling until she gasped with each wave of sensation.
"I'm ready," he murmured a few moments later, looking into her eyes.
She nodded again, a quiet gesture of permission.
Jayden smiled softly as he eased her legs apart and positioned himself above her. He guided himself carefully, and the first brush of his dick against her wet mound nearly unraveled him. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of her skin take over, and began to move against her slowly.
Jayden's first movements were slow but deliberate. Just enough to let her body adjust, just enough to let the heat build between them. Every time his dick brushed against her wet opening, Emma's breath hitched, and he drank in every sound, every tremble, as if it were fuel for him.
Emma realized he kept his words, he wasn't crossing boundaries. This feeling was strange to her, so she just let herself relax, surrendering to the rhythm, letting the sensations wash through her until nothing else mattered.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, tightening whenever a wave of sensation rushed through her. She tried to stifle her moans, but the soft sounds escaped anyway, betraying the pleasure she was trying so hard to contain.
He continued brushing himself over her wet opening, teasing her while stealing kisses every now and then. The heat between them grew unbearable, and soon his body felt like it could take no more.
He could feel his release building, it felt unstoppable. With a sharp breath, his body jerked and he quickly shifted, kneeling on the bed with Emma still beneath him.
He stroked himself hard and fast, groans tearing from his throat as he reached his peak. His release spilled in thick waves, coating his fingers and landing across Emma's stomach.
"God it's so much," he panted, collapsing onto the bed beside her, careful to keep his messy hand away from the sheets.
Emma just lay there, breathless, speechless. The shock of it all clashed with the flood of pleasure still coursing through her. The fact that his release was smeared across her didn't even matter. What she'd just felt had left her too stunned to care.
As Jayden caught his breath, he sat up and glanced at her.
"You coming?" he asked lightly.
"Go on," she whispered, still trying to process what had just happened, what those overwhelming sensations meant.
When Jayden returned to the room, he found Emma in the same spot, wide-eyed and still.
"You okay?" he asked softly.
She nodded, though her expression said otherwise. He chuckled under his breath, recognizing her gaze, then bent down and lifted her gently into his arms.
Carrying her into the bathroom, he set her down in the shower. He grabbed some tissue first, carefully wiping her stomach clean before tossing it aside. Then he picked up the hand shower, running warm water through it.
He squeezed out some shower gel and lathered her stomach before rinsing it off slowly, letting the warm stream cascade across her shoulder and down her skin.
"You might want to finish up yourself," he said, handing her the shower nozzle.
Emma simply nodded, still too stunned to form words, and took it from him.