Chapter 15 Chapter 8 (i)
Fae
I thought he was deeply asleep, but his eyes were suddenly open, as if he woke up alerted by something.
Probably because I was watching him like a hawk and thinking hard about him like I was enamored. I didn’t know. His eyes looked straight at me, and he didn’t even pretend he was still sleepy. He was just wide awake and staring back at me.
My cheeks warmed up—I couldn’t control it. Under the blanket, we had no clothes, and everything in me was suddenly very much aware of this.
“Hey, beautiful...” he greeted me in a rough, yet gently toned, baritone that vibrated through me, tickling the surface of my skin and a few heartstrings. Not that it was of any help. My blood rushed since I had thought about how pleasurable his lips could kiss, and that I would never get tired of them.
I swallowed. Why did it feel like what happened last night was more than just sex?
He made love to me.
It wasn’t rough or rushed per se. He was gentle, sweet, and passionate when he couldn’t control himself. But it was what I needed him to be.
I swallowed again at the memory.
His eyes were observant, watching whatever he could see on my face, as if hungry for every little bit he could find of whatever that was. What could he be thinking?
“Good morning...” I replied. Almost shyly. But resolutely.
One of his arms was wrapped around my waist. One of my thighs was caught between his thighs. My head was lying on one of his arms. We were intimately… entangled.
His hand reached out to my cheek. “How do you feel? Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice still hoarse with sleep. I swallowed again, enduring the tingling sensation that ran down my spine. But because of his question, I took a moment to observe myself. Feel my body, my well-being. “Fae?” There was a hint of concern in Jigo’s voice now. And guilt.
“Just a slight headache,” I quickly replied. “Thank you. You took really good care of me last night.”
We continued to gaze at each other because his eyes were still searching mine, quietly carrying the more important question.
Did I regret it?
So I continued to lock eyes with him until he gradually relaxed.
“It was your first time,” he said, as if I needed reminding. But he didn’t seem upset that I didn’t tell him.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Once we started, I just... I just wanted us to have sex.”
His hand caressed my cheek. “You guarded that for a long time. Was it worth losing it to me?”
I laughed softly. “It is,” I said with relief. “FYI, I don’t think I lost it. I think… I’ve given it to someone who knows how to take care of it. So, thank you, Jigo.” For setting the standard for me. The real question is—can I find another Jigo? Do I even know how to look? It wasn’t like I expected this to continue. It was just a distraction for us both. I still felt giddy about last night. But I wasn’t blind about this.
He took a deep breath. And I bit my lower lip as I felt movement on the lower part of his body.
Oops.
Probably what they call morning wood?
“You must be feeling sore,” he said.
“A little, but not too much.”
“Let me see...”
And under the blanket, his hand slipped between my thighs, gently exploring.
I gasped. “Jigo...”
“Relax for me.”
I tried. I closed my eyes, suddenly embarrassed that he could see my face in the light of day while he stroked me down there.
My lips parted when his fingers entered me, gliding carefully.
“Fae... you’re wet.”
“Uh-huh...” I moaned. And I slowly shifted my hips because he added another finger inside me. Suddenly, I could feel so much. Too much. “Jigo...”
He leaned down and kissed my neck, my cheek. We moaned inside the hot kiss as his fingers continued to slide gently but expertly down there. He raised his head and he watched me, seemed to delight in doing so. “This okay?”
“Hmmm…” I nodded slowly, my eyelids getting heavier as my body gently rocked and arched against his body.
“Again?” he asked, velvety voice now.
“Yes!” I gasped.
And he leaned down again, passionately kissing my lips again.
I fought against the small spasms in my muscles when I heard him put on a condom. And when he slowly pushed his hard manhood into me, I moaned.
It still hurt, but I was ready. I wanted nothing less. His thrusts were slower, only half of his length going in and out of me.
I felt like I was going crazy with pleasure. “Jigo…!”
“Oh, Fae...”
He moved his hips, retreated, his entire length controlled to give me the extra pleasure I had only experienced so far. I forgot everything else but the pleasure and the inexplicable satisfaction that he wanted this again, too. I got frenzied when I suddenly realized I was not inebriated and was very inexperienced, and aside from being pleasured, I knew nothing. But he held me by the hips and guided me like in a dance, then moved his lower torso, going in and out of me more quickly.
The orgasm—it felt like it came from nowhere, suddenly there crashing down on me like giant waves that electrified instead of drowning me. I clung to him helplessly when the vibrations overwhelmed me, his entire length buried deep inside of me.
When I came back into awareness, we were both breathing heavily, our warm bodies deliciously sweaty. I was under Jigo and even his weight crashing me on the bed felt satisfying. He was showering kisses to my face and jawline. I buried my face on the crook of his neck, still recovering. I laughed softly when I heard him laugh low in his throat. He lifted his head, and we locked eyes, his checking on me. Then, seemingly relieved at what he saw, he leaned down and kissed my lips.