'Til death do you part...

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Jessie!” he called out to her, following her along the hallway. “You’ll be safe here. Neither of us are in danger.” She had paused at the doorway to her room. Matt reached out to take her shoulders in his hands and felt her body shiver. As his grip remained firm but gentle her shivering stopped. He stepped up close behind her and leaned her body back against his. “The police are doing their best to find the person who killed your husband. I’m sure the information that you gave them just now will help greatly. You have nothing to fear, okay?”

“I know … I just …” she began to say before her voice trailed off. Jessie looked up at him over her shoulder. He turned her around to face him fully.

“Jessie,” Matt said, his voice low and even. “I can’t pretend to know what you’ve gone through, what happened before your husband was killed, what’s going on in your mind right now … just know that I will be here for you.”

Jessica smiled weakly. “I should unpack my things,” she said leaning away from him but not pulling free.

“Look, Jessie … this is a light day for us. I don’t have to go back … Christy can handle things for me. If you want I can stay here longer, if that will help you feel more safe, more at home.”

“Home … home? I have no home … not anymore,” she said, her voice little more that a whisper.

“You have me, and you have this place to stay for as long as you need,” Matt replied. He hadn’t planned to say this, any of it, but the words just kept flowing out of him. He felt so strongly about helping her, he felt so strongly about her, this confused and beautiful woman, so willful and strong at times, and so involuntary and fragile at others. His arms encircled her, pulling her to rest against him.

What had happened to her to make her this way? She acted so casually around him, openly flaunting her body, yet when any real intimacy was broached she withdrew and grew afraid … but of what? Then she let out a deep sigh and it felt as if she collapsed against him. Matt reached his hand up and patted her head, his fingers soon combing through her curls. He began to rock slowly back and forth, side to side. He could feel the crush of her firm breasts against his chest and the warmth of her arms wrapping around his waist.

“Thank you, Matt … thank you,” she said softly.

They stood together like that for several minutes, so long that Matt lost all track of time. He didn’t understand the reason behind the generosity of all his words but only that he wanted to say they, that he needed to say them. He wanted her here with him, he wanted to stay here with her, he wanted … he wanted … he wanted her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie clung to Matt as he held her and let his words soothe and reassure her.
She didn’t understand why he was being so kind to her, but then she hadn’t understood why Eric had treated her so harshly.
Now as then she merely accepted it.

She pulled back and looked at Matt.
He had been so good to her, but she would not outstay her welcome.
She didn’t want to be around if … no when … he changed, when she made him change.
For now he was kind to her. She needed him.

”I don’t want to mess up your life, Matt… but … “

She hesitated shyly.

”I’d like to have you around today … I just feel… “

She shrugged… then added softly.

”You make me feel safe…”

Easing away from him she moved into the room.
Despite his offer, she didn’t want Matt to feel “obligated”.

”Looks like they brought enough stuff…”

She commented softly opening up the first case.
Taking out the handbag, which lay on the top, Jessie opened it and flicked through the contents…

”At least I’m solvent again … and I don’t have to worry about explaining away next month’s statement … “

She commented lightly and then blushed.

”God. That sounded so callous. I’m sorry … I … “

She shook her head and sat on the bed, looking up as Matt drew closer to her.

”I … just don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.
I don’t know what I really feel at all.
It’s just so … unreal … nothing seems to make sense…”

She smiled softly as Matt took her hand, his gaze non-judgemental as she struggled to explain.

”All I know is I feel guilty as hell…”

She whispered.

”It doesn't seem fair that they didn't touch me ... whilst Eric ... "

She shuddered and stood making herself busy in an effort to deflect her thoughts. She pulled item after item out of the case.

"The... drawers are empty and the wardrobe has hangers... "

She nodded and picked up the pile of lingerie she had been sorting and moved to put them away, unaware of Matt's fascinated look.

"I'll sort the kitchen whilst you finish up ... I'm sure you want some privacy Jess...."

Jessie turned round looking at him as if the idea were alien to her.

"Ohh... ok.. unless you want me to help...?"

Matt stood and moved to the door.

"Noo.. it's fine ... I'll make fresh coffee too ... if you want ...?"

Jessie turned, her eyes meeting his with a warm smile.

"Thank you Matt..."

She said softly, feeling drawn to his kindness.

Unaware of his movements in the adjoining rooms, Jessie quickly sorted the contents in the first case. She was pleased that most of her more formal wardrobe had been left in the house, but as she put away the toiletries and more personal items, she still noted that she had very little clothing to wear that was actually suitable for her situation now.

With a sigh, she turned to open up the second case and froze.

"Ohhh.. god..."

She exclaimed softly.

Carefully she set the heavy luggage upon the floor and worked at the lock. It was a combination lock.
The police must have found it tucked in the bottom of her wardrobe.
They must have assumed it was a travel case...
Deftly she turned the combination and watched in satisfaction as the clasp clicked open.

Almost reverently she eased the lid back and sat on the floor running her hands over the garments that were neatly folded across the top.
It had been years since she had opened this.
Eric had made her pack all these "unsuitable clothes" and momentos. It had been surprisingly early on in their marriage.
Slowly Jessie drew a garment out and held it to her.
He had wanted her to throw away her old painting outfits, her old college clothes, the smart but non-designer clothes she had worn in London.
But they held memories, identity...
She smiled as she pulled out a crop top and cut off leggings.
He had hated these. But Jessie had loved them!
Again she drew out a short denim skirt and giggled...
If she had worn this to the Charity Galas she'd have been thrown out ...
Then again she reached for the pretty white gypsy style blouse, and ran a finger across the embroidered flowers.
She remembered when she used to ....

Looking up she became suddenly aware of Matt stood in the doorway, a mug of coffee in hand...

"Jessie..?"

He sounded curious, concerned...

"Matt... come here.... "

Without thinking she held out her hand to him.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Putting the coffees on the side cabinet, Matt slipped his hand into Jessie's, allowing himself to be drawn closer, watching her bright smile and feeling the warmth of the contact as she pulled him to sit closely beside her on the floor.

"I thought Eric had thrown this away years ago..."

She breathed running a hand lovingly across the battered old suitcase.

"Even I can't remember all the things I stuffed in here..."

She ran a hand reverently over the contents, eager to examine her "treasures" now that she could do so without fear of discovery or censure.
She turned to Matt, suddenly looking like the care-free girl she had once been, not that long ago.

"It's like finding part of me again ..."

She told him softly.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

There was no mistaking the change that had come over Jessie or even himself. Jessie had gone from a confused, ambivalent, moody state to one of warmth and laughter. And Matt liked this last state very much.

For himself, Matt had gone from feeling the trembling roots of a raw sexual desire for Jessie, to a sweet adolescent fascination at seeing her sexy lingerie spread out over the bed, to the strong protective posture of an older brother in the space of a few minutes. Yet as he drew near to her again, poking through the contents of an old suitcase, he felt all of those emotions again, simultaneously.

Part of him could picture her in any of the outfits she pulled out and examined. Part of him could picture himself stripping her out of those same outfits and making love to her. Another part of him was just so glad to see a genuine smile brighten her face, while another part just wanted to put his arms around her to keep her safe and make her well. This latter part won out.

Matt slipped his hand from hers and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her belly. As he leaned his head toward hers, his nose burying itself in the bouquet of her hair, Matt felt her lean into him a little. She sighed deeply and paused from her unpacking chore.

“I called Christy,” Matt remarked softly. “She said it’s been slow all day and won’t be any problem if I don’t return … but I owe her an extra day off. She’s a tough negotiator.”

“But I didn’t want to cause you any hardship,” Jessie said.

“It’s nothing, Jessie. She deserves it anyway,” Matt said loosening his hug around her, but feeling her lean back more firmly against his chest. His hands rested lightly upon her bare waist, between the top of the pajama pants she was wearing and the shirt she had tied around her waist. Her skin was soft and supple, warm and inviting.

As if of their own mind, his hands began to softly caress her tummy, each moving in a gentle circular pattern. When they flirted with the edge of the shirt, his thumbs edged up underneath brushing lightly against the warm firm lower curves of her breasts. He stopped moving and held still. Wait! This is crazy! I’m supposed to be helping her, not taking advantage of her!

Then Matt heard Jessie moan. She lifted her hands up to rest upon his and leaned her head toward his. Their bodies began to sway, almost imperceptively. The two of them remained like this for several moments, gently swaying to a silent ballad that neither had heard before. Finally, Jessie began to stir.

“I should probably get these things put away,” she said softly.

“Um, sure. Right,” Matt agreed, easing his hands from underneath her shirt. “Need any help?” he asked.

“Just having you here is help enough,” she laughed.

So while Jessie began to pull things from her suitcases and line them up on the bed, Matt sprawled across the comforter resting on his side, his arm propping his head up on an elbow.

“I guess it will feel good to be wearing clothes again,” Matt remarked. When she looked at him questioningly, he corrected himself. “I meant, your own clothes again.”

“Yes it will,” she grinned.

Matt watched as she found places in the drawers for her things. When she left a lacy little white bra and sheer panty lying near him, he couldn’t resist the urge to finger the delicate garments. He looked up at her, imagining what she would look like wearing them, and feeling his cock throb at the thought. When she glanced over and smiled at him, he withdrew his hand.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie smiled at Matt as he came to her side and looked down into the case.
She ran a hand across the hot red dress she had just laid on top of the pile and giggled.
Oh God… she remembered to well how she had partied in this dress!
She barely noticed when Matt withdrew his hands, but felt him press behind her and move his arms around her midriff until she felt his fingers grazing gently across her bare flesh. She paused, momentarily and felt his face press into her hair.
God… what was he doing? … And why did it feel so … good…?

With a soft sigh, she gave herself up to the security of his closeness.
His body was hard and warm behind her.
She did not understand how someone could touch her so gently, in such an undemanding … caring way.
But it felt so right … she decided to allow herself to enjoy it …
His breath was hot on her scalp as he told her of the arrangements he’d made, that he could in fact stay home with her all day.
… home …
She didn’t have one now, she had told him.
But this at least was a place of safety. He made it safe.

Perhaps that was why, when Matt eased his arms away from her, Jessie pressed back against him.
She did not let herself question why.
She had never been demanding.
All she knew was that she craved his touch.
She didn’t want to lose the warm sensation that was gradually seeping through her body.

Her hands half-heartedly toyed with the garments in the case, but all the while her mind was focused upon the feeling of Matt’s fingers drawing patterns on her skin.
Jessie felt her body relax into Matt’s.
Never could she remember being touched like this.
She blotted the questions out of her mind, the protests, the worries.
She allowed herself to enjoy … amazed at the sensitivity he coaxed from her naked flesh …
The trail of his fingers crept steadily upwards.
Jessie did not notice that her hands had stilled, hovering forgotten over the suitcase.
Matt’s hands were beneath the shirt now.
As they brushed the curves of her breasts, Jessie felt a jolt of heat course through her.
She moaned at the unexpected reaction, her head tipping back against his chest.
Her hands moved to cover his.
She was sure he could feel the quiver running through her body.
His strong hands stilled, held gently against her skin, holding her to him.
Silently now, her body rocked as the wave of sensation spread from head to toe and finally subsided.
Good God, how had one light touch caused her to feel like that?”
She wondered.
But still he held her, giving her no room for fear or doubt or questions.

Jessie took a shuddering breath.

“I should probably get these things put away,”

Her voice was soft, husky, as if it belonged to someone else.
She was almost disappointed when he slid his hands out from under her shirt and offered to help before laying out on the comforter.

Slowly Jessie began to arrange the clothes, slipping them into drawers, hanging a few up in the wardrobe, laying most of the old casual wear in the bottom where she could get to it easily. She glanced at Matt now and then and smiled softly before turning away to continue with her unpacking.

Almost absentmindedly, she laid out the underwear on the bed, her mind racing trying to think of what she would wear first… she smiled again at the comment Matt had made about wearing her own clothes. He was more accurate than he realised.
For years as if she had been playing “dress up”, wearing the “costume” of the respectable wife.
Not that she wasn’t “respectable”.
She did nothing … wrong … but …
Now she could please herself, dress and do as she chose, she realised suddenly.
So far she had only felt incredibly alone … adrift.
The realisation of how … free … she was hit her like a thunderbolt.

”What do you want to do with the case…?”

Matt’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

”Ohh.. I got the clothes out of it … but there’s other things in there I’d like to sort through … at some time .. mementos… could we push it under the bed, maybe…?”

She saw him nod and move to take her case himself.

”Thanks…”

She commented lightly, watching it slip underneath the bed.
It would be easy to get to then.

As he stood up, Matt noticed that she was struggling with the knot at the base of her shirt. Preoccupied she didn’t see him sit on the bed and watch her as she bent her head in concentration and continued working on material until the fabric finally released and she turned unbuttoning her shirt.

”I thought I was gonna be tied in that forever …”

She quipped.
The shirt fell apart revealing her naked skin, but she seemed unconcerned.
Crossing the room, she leaned Matt, to pick up the lingerie she had set out. Unselfconsciously, she eased the shirt off and stood before the mirror carefully slipping on the lacy bra.

”I’m not used to choosing what to wear even, you know..”

Jessie commented softly, unaware of Matt’s gaze on her.

”I hope those old clothes fit …”

She continued as she slipped out of his boxers and stepped out of them.

”I haven’t worn that stuff for … ohh.. must be four years now,”

She chatted on, bending to slip on the wispy panties.
She turned to look at her back in the mirror, unaware that she was giving Matt a full-length display of her body in doing so.

”Thanks for doing my back the other day, Matt…
It looks better already … what do you think..?”

She asked as she threw a look across the room at him for the first time.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

He must have lie there for several moments completely lost in watching Jessie slip out of the borrowed clothes and then into her own dainty lingerie. Matt had caught glimpses of her in the bath and in the darkness of night, but watching her now was completely different. It wasn’t like a cheap striptease, or some tawdry internet webcam encounter. In her complete unmindful innocence, she revealed her pale beauty to him and he felt pangs of desire beckoning to him. Her auburn curls swirled around her pretty face, her large dark eyes were sparkling, and her full lips were curled into a joyful smile. Then his eyes swept down her long lean form to her feet and back up again.

Every line and curve of her body seemed perfect to him, the long shapely legs, the mound of her sex, the curves of her ass, her waist trimly narrow that produced a wonderful flare to her hips that rivaled the shape of any French curve found in an artist’s tool box, and her breasts firm and round and not too big with small taut rosy nipples that begged for his lips … Wait! I can’t be ogling her body like this, I shouldn’t … That’s so wrong! But he did, even when she had fitted the sheer little bra and panties to her body, her slim fingers tugging, pulling, adjusting; he couldn’t take his eyes from her and he felt a throbbing in his groin that resounded throughout his body. He was certain that she would see the blush that was warming his cheeks.

“Matt … what do you think?”

“Uh, what?”

“My back is getting better don’t you think?” Jessie said, turning her back to him so that he could see that the welts and bruises were healing.

“Oh, yes real nicely,” he said absently, his eyes still tracing the seductive lines of her backside. “Um, do you need some more ointment?”

“I dunno,” she said turning her back to the mirror so she could see better. “I don’t think so. It looks so much better now … thanks to you.”

“It wasn’t me,” he said modestly.

Jessie smiled at Matt and moved over to the bed where he was sitting and brought her hand to his cheek. She seemed so unaware of how her state of dress was affecting him yet, from the look on her face and in her eyes, she wasn’t doing it deliberately. He reached up and placed his hand on hers and drew it toward his lips. When his warm mouth touched her slender fingers he looked up at her. There was an indecipherable look in her eyes, yet one to which he was drawn. On instinct, Matt stood up from the bed and slipped his arms about her waist, pulling her half-naked body to his, feeling the warm embrace of her arms around his shoulders in return.

Jessica felt so fragile and so beautiful in his arms. He wanted her so badly, to kiss her, to make love to her, yet he wanted to help her, to protect her, to shelter her, and he was completely lost on both accounts. Then, for some queer reason, he remembered something she had said. “I haven’t worn that stuff for, oh, must be four years now.” Four years. Had she been married for four years? Had her husband, Eric, told her how to dress, what to do, where to go, and how to act for four years? Had her life been so orchestrated for her that she didn’t even know her own mind?

Just the thought that it was so and that he was holding her now brought a tenderness to his embrace of which he wasn’t even aware. The welts, the abuse, physical and mental; had they so desensitized her to the point that she had lost all sight of who she was? Was it the pain that she had felt for those years that he now sensed and which made his touch and his embrace more tender? Or was it something more, some sort of need of which he had no idea that was being satisfied. Whatever the cause, Matt felt a humming moan sound deep inside his chest, and when it reached his lips and when Jessie heard it, she leaned into him. And as his hands circulated on her back, from the tiny elastic waistband of her wispy panties up to the delicate strap of her bra, he clung to her, drawing in the intoxicating scent of her hair.

Matt became aware that they were swaying as they held each other. He had no idea of what she was thinking, but the firm embrace of her arms around him made him think of other days, other times, other people. He thought of how he loved to listen to good music and go dancing, and how his wife—his ex-wife—had no mind for it. He remembered watching sweet romantic comedies on video, and how she had laughed at him, not the movie. Then he thought of the angry bitter words they had exchanged, at her volition, for he was always much more a lover than a fighter.

And he thought of his newfound resolve to be more considerate, more sensitive, and more complete as a man, and how he wanted the next woman he fell for to enjoy it. But after all his thinking was completed, there was the feeling, the sensations deep inside, that he wasn’t prepared to encounter. Yet in his lost reeling state of mind, there was this girl, this unexpected, undeniably beautiful soul right within his grasp, and he held onto her tightly and tenderly.

“You know?” he said finally. “We should do something. There’s a couple of movies that are still in the cases that I haven’t watched. Why don’t you finish getting dressed and we can spend the rest of the afternoon watching sweet sappy movies?”

He leaned back and looked at her, smiling. For all she had been through, he wanted her to feel better in every way. As his fingers combed through her curly auburn locks, he thought he saw the glimmering flicker of interest in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie smiled as Matt agreed that her back had indeed approved.
She let her eyes rest on his as she watched him lounging on the comforter and felt an overwhelming surge of emotion … gratitude, she decided …
Without thinking she crossed the room and reached out to him, touching his cheek lightly. She watched fascinated as he took her hand and raised it to his lips. The tender touch sent a bolt through her body.
How was it possible that she should respond so strangely?

Even as a feeling of concern flickered across her mind, his arms were around her body again. This time he faced her, his arms about her waist, drawing her to him. Jessie reached to wind her arms about his shoulders, clinging to him, hiding her face in his chest.
She held onto him knowing she was safe and yet …
Perhaps it was her own awakening emotions that began to make her nervous.
For years she had been numb… the only feelings she had experienced had been pain, anguish, fear and that was only on occasions… when things had gotten really bad.
Other than that she had lived like an automaton she realised now.
But that was safer than letting herself feel.
Safer than being hurt in a way that was much more injurious than Eric’s beatings.

Jessie’s thoughts were interrupted by Matt’s low moan.
She glanced upwards and almost gasped at the tender expression on his face.
Again his hands drew sensual circles on her back.
She could not resist melting into his embrace.
She was amazed to feel him clinging urgently to her and bury his face in her hair.
Somehow he seemed to need to hold and touch her as much as she craved his touch.
..but why..? …
She didn’t understand it.
She couldn’t begin to think why a man such as he should want to …
All she knew, or at least hoped, was that Matt would not hurt her;
That he would be there for her.
Beyond that … she did not want or need to think …

“You know?”

His voice drew her attention.

“We should do something..”

She eyed him curiously, wondering what he was about to suggest.

”There’s a couple of movies that are still in the cases that I haven’t watched.
Why don’t you finish getting dressed and we can spend the rest of the afternoon watching sweet sappy movies?”

Jessie giggled and looked at him almost shyly before answering.

”I’d like that Matt. I love that sort of film … “

Still standing within the curve of Matt’s arms, her eyes locked with his,
her gaze silently questioning … wondering...
Her lips parted in a silent gasp as he ran his fingers through her hair.
His touch had reassured her, soothed her and yet …
She was suddenly so aware of his hard body so close to her own.
The feel of his hands, the look in his eyes…
She felt her body quiver again as he pressed a soft undemanding kiss on her forehead.
It was as if her world flipped over and was still trying to right itself.

Slowly she slipped out of his arms, both relieved, yet reluctant to break the contact.

”I’ll pull something on …”

She agreed softly … her eyes wide, her teeth catching at her lip in a gesture that was vulnerable, yet unconsciously provocative.

”I’ll set up the movies.”

Matt commented smoothly and moved to the door.
She nodded and turned towards the wardrobe.

What should she wear?

One by one she pulled out the clothes.
Some time soon she would have to try them all on and check which still fitted, but for now…
Knowing Matt was waiting for her, Jessie decided a quick decision was in order.
She pulled out a black denim skirt and pulled it on.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she was pleased to see it fitted well.
One by one she fastened the remaining silver metallic buttons up the front seam and zipped the skirt shut before securing the top button.
She then turned and pulled out a sheer white lacy top and pulled it over her head.
Smoothing the fabric she let her fingers play with the broidery anglaise, the tiny flowers woven into the fabric were pretty.
She remembered how she had loved this type of feminine blouse.
It was sleeveless and again held together with tiny white buttons.
Eric had found her taste in blouses too fussy … floral… girly …
Jessie looked into the mirror and assessed the outfit as Eric would have done:

Skirt too short ( mid thigh )
blouse too low cut and much too fussy (showing clevage!)
Overall lacking sophistication!

Jessie ran her hands over the fabric of the garments and slipped her feet defiantly into her black leather sandals.
She felt much more comfortable in her old clothes than anything that she had been told to wear to please Eric.
She had no one to impress here, no one to play up to … she could be herself … and dressed like this she almost felt as if the years of her marriage did not exist, she could almost glimpse the confident idealistic girl she had once been …

Laughing at her fanciful thoughts, Jessie went to join Matt in the living room.

”Hi..”

She spoke almost shyly as she stood self-consciously hugging the doorframe.
Matt was on the floor pulling cellophane off the movies he had chosen.
He had drawn the sofa forward and piled it high with cushions.
It all looked very cosy, very self-indulgent.

”Will I do …?”

The request for reassurance was out before she could bite it back.
Damn. She was used to criticism, demands about her appearance, but somehow now she had given Matt an opening for comment, she knew that censure would be so much more cutting coming from him.

”Can I do anything to help..?”

She rushed on, hoping that he would ignore her first question.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

When Jessie appeared at the doorway, Matt looked up and smiled. She looked pretty and feminine, her shapely legs shown off by the snug black skirt and the loose fitting blouse sheer enough to reveal her lovely pink curves beneath.

“Nah, I’ve got it all right,” he replied to her question as she waltzed into the room. There was a decided difference to her walk, light and breezy, and he could clearly see the vestiges of a smile curling her full rosy lips. He watched her settle on the couch, making herself comfortable. “And if it’s all the same to me, you more than do, you look nice, very nice, very pretty.”

“Thank you.” She smiled softly, lifting her head up and running a hand through her hair. “What’s on the playbill?”

Matt opened the DVD case and slipped the disc into the tray of the player. “Notting Hill” he said, showing her the case and chuckling. “I can’t remember exactly why I bought this,” he said flippantly, then regretted his lie. He remembered all too well picking it and another up on his way home from the shop, hoping for a cozy romantic evening with his wife, but coming home to an empty house and seeing the note she had left, telling him of her decision to leave. “Actually, I can, but it’s a long story that you certainly don’t need to hear.”

“I like Hugh Grant,” she said looking over the case. “I think he’s charming and handsome.” A questioning look crossed her face for a brief moment and Matt thought that she might comment on his statement, but she said nothing and he was glad. He really didn’t want to delve into his past.

With his modest little home theatre system all ready, Matt grabbed the remote and sat beside Jessie. Just as the movie was about to start, he suddenly set it on pause. “Wait! We can’t have an afternoon at the movies without popcorn and a soda.” Matt jumped up from the couch and went into the kitchen. “Thank god for microwave popcorn,” he said loudly as he quickly got it going. “There’s just something about the smell of fresh popcorn that enhances the film viewing experience don’t you think?”

“Actually I think of Jujubes,” she called back to him. “Saturday afternoon at the cinema, a whole box to myself, hiding in the front rows, lost in a colourful land of make-believe.”

“Same here, I used to live at the movies when I was a kid,” he admitted. As he poured the soda he pictured Jessie as a young girl and smiled. He moved back to the doorway while as the popcorn began to pop. He looked longingly at her lounging on the couch and she must have felt his glance for she turned to face him. “Maybe this afternoon, we can pretend that we’re little kids again.”

“Playing hooky from school and sneaking in the side door of the cinema,” she said said with a playful giggle.

“Sure … sounds like fun,” he replied before stepping back into the kitchen as the corn was almost finished popping. He carried the popcorn and glasses of soda into the living room and set them down on the coffee table.

“Don’t I get my own,” she asked scooping up the large bowl.

“I thought we could share,” he said starting the movie back up. “So don’t hog it, okay?”

As Matt settled in beside her, Jessie turned just a bit and leaned toward him, pulling her legs up onto the couch and holding the bowl in her lap. He put his arm around her shoulders, partly on instinct, and partly to be able to reach the popcorn. At the touch of his arm about her, Jessie leaned heavily against him. It was strangely comforting to him, having her nestle into the crook of his arm like this, being able to offer her the security of his home and the safety of his companionship.

While the movie rolled on, they watched and laughed together, sipping their sodas and fighting over the last golden kernels, like a couple of kids at the theatre. At one point, Matt found himself leaning toward her, letting his cheek come to rest on her head, the luscious scent of her hair filling his senses. For a moment, he found himself thinking of her more than watching the movie.

But then, after she set the empty bowl back on the coffee table, Jessie shifted her position and surprised him by curling up on the couch and lying her head in his lap. He felt his body twitch, but then relaxed, letting his arm fall down to settle about her waist. She took his hand and brought it up to clutch it against her chest between her breasts. He let his other hand rest lightly on her head, lightly brushing her hair with his fingers. This felt no longer like an afternoon at the matinee, but something else, something that he couldn’t quite figure out.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“Nah, I’ve got it all right,”

Jessie nodded, relieved and walked into the room, glancing round again at the cosy sofa before moving towards it and settling herself at one end.
She smiled down at Matt as he pressed the remote.

“And if it’s all the same to me, you more than do, you look nice, very nice, very pretty.”

Jessie almost managed to hold back the blush of pleasure.
She responded with a soft, “Thank you…” and ran a hand self-consciously through her hair. The warmth in his eyes made her toes curl and stomach flip.

“What’s on the playbill?”

She enquired almost breathlessly and was relieved when Matt turned to the DVD case and began to talk about the film he had selected.
Taking the case from him, Jessie commented softly,

“I like Hugh Grant. I think he’s charming and handsome.”

She stopped, half expecting Matt to ridicule her.
But no… Matt wouldn’t do that … that was something Eric had always done when she’d ventured an opinion, especially on something so trivial.
But Matt wasn’t like that.
She eyed him wondering.
She knew there was an ex-wife, but knew very little about him.
She had no right to ask, of course, but she did wonder just why Matt had bought the film, but more curiously, she couldn’t guess why it should be still in the cellophane?

Now was not the time for her to start getting curious.
It wasn’t in Jessie’s nature to ask questions.
She was programmed to accept .. .and yet …

She grinned as Matt came and dropped himself comfortably in the sofa beside her.
She settled back in anticipation and watched the trailer and the credits …

“Wait!

Jessie started, but relaxed immediately as he continued.

” We can’t have an afternoon at the movies without popcorn and a soda.
Thank god for microwave popcorn.
There’s just something about the smell of fresh popcorn that enhances the film viewing experience don’t you think?”

Incredulously Jessie watched him jump up and make his way to the kitchen.
She shook her head amused at his boyish eagerness.
She had never known anyone like him.
The next thing she knew she was sucked into childhood reminiscences of going to the movies … happier times …
For the first time in ages, Jessie looked back without the habitual twinge of guilt and regret.

“Maybe this afternoon, we can pretend that we’re little kids again.”

The idea appealed to her so much.
To go back to a time before things went wrong … to a time when things were so simple …

“Playing hooky from school and sneaking in the side door of the cinema,”

She giggled in reply.
It all sounded so much fun!

“Sure … sounds like fun,”

Her eyes flew to his as he voiced her thoughts.
It was so strange. She seemed so drawn to him.
He made her feel safe, cared for, valued …
No one had ever made her feel the depth and complexity of emotions she knew he was awakening in her.

The timely "peeeeeping" of the microwave interrupted her thoughts.
Matt grabbed the sodas and popcorn and together they made their way back to the living room.
Jessie sunk happily back onto the sofa and turned as Matt joined her.
She eyed him with a look of mischief and picked up the large bowl of popcorn.

“Don’t I get my own,”

She demanded, stuffing some of the warm kernels in her mouth.

Matt grinned and set the movie playing again.

“I thought we could share,”

He stated and then seeing her playful grin he continued with mock severity.

“So don’t hog it, okay?”

Jessie nodded and with a sassy smile, helped herself to more.
She could not remember when she last felt so at ease.
It had been a long time since she had dared to be her playful self.
That was a side of her that she had not allowed to emerge for years …
It almost seemed that the mischievous Jessie had disappeared shortly after childhood.

Tucking her legs beneath her, Jessie settled down to watch the film.
It seemed natural that Matt should put his arm around her shoulder.
Snuggling close to him was irresistible.
”He was just like a big brother,”
Jessie told herself.
The laughter, the fight over popcorn, the soda drinking …
It was all so innocent … so perfect …

Jessie relaxed watching the storyline play out.
Hugh Grant was such a loveable character.
Could that woman not see what she was passing up?

The bowl now discarded, Jessie moved restlessly, getting more comfortable.
”Ohhh.. God… how could she reject him like that … “
Her eyes were rapt on the screen as she settled against Matt’s lap.
His hand on her waist felt so right there …
Jessie was aware of his touch, and reached out to take his hand, drawing it closer to her.
The storyline continued and Jessie rooted for them as tension grew…
She could feel her heart racing as she silently urged the characters onwards …

”Why doesn’t he just shout out …?”

Jessie commented to Matt in frustration, her eyes moving quickly to meet his gaze before flicking back to the screen.

” Timing Jess… he’s waiting ‘til he’s sure of her feelings for him … “

His voice sounded soft, husky almost.
Only then did Jessie realise that she had pulled his hand to rest intimately at her chest and that his hand was still stroking lightly through her hair.
She felt herself shiver as a sudden bolt of need coursed through her body.
Still she kept her eyes on the screen.

”But… if he waits too long … it’ll be too late … “

She commented softly.
Still Matt’s hand remained in hers, pressed against her now hammering heart.
She was sure he could hear it, let alone feel it!

”But if he speaks… and she doesn’t want him …. “

Matt’s voice continued …

”Anyone can see how much she wants him … “

She paused and sighed in frustration.

”If he’d been more insistent earlier … “

She heard Matt chuckle at her remark, knowing her comment was aimed purely at Hugh Grant's self effacing actions.

”Sometimes it takes time to know what you want … sometimes… you just know … “

His gentle statement sounded more than an observation on the storyline.

Jessie considered his words as the happy conclusion and reunion of the lovers played out before them.
Her eyes remained on the screen, but all the time she was aware of Matt’s hand at her breast and his fingers threading through her hair.
Somehow this intimacy had become something much more sensual.

”See… timing Jess… it all turned out right in the end… “

Matt observed as the credits began to roll.

Taking a steadying breath, Jessie turned on her back and laid looking up at him, the back of her head buried in his lap so that she could look up into his eyes.
Matt met her gaze, his hand moved to run through her hair as she spoke.

”But how do you know what you want … it might feel right … but how do you know…?”

She questioned breathlessly, the movie plot forgotten.

”You just … know… “

Matt replied simply.
Jessie nodded and replied.

”But… the timing has to be right … “

Her soft voice was statement rather than a question.

For the third time that day the phrase entered her mind.
”Now is not the time…”
Her life was in a mess.
Her husband newly murdered.
Her life threatened.
And only now was she realising just what she had allowed Eric do to her throughout their years of marriage.
”No … now was not the time … “

And yet as she looked up at Matt, she felt such a longing.
She had not imagined his warmth, the way he held her, touched her, spoke to her but …
Was he waiting until he was sure of her feelings?
What did he want? Could he truly “want” her?

Even as the questions entered her brain, she dismissed them with self-derision.
Who would want her?
Why would they?
She was never good enough.
She had never made Eric happy.
She did not know how to …

She pulled her eyes away and looked towards the blank screen.
She flushed deeply.
If things were different … if she were different …
She had implied that she did not know what she wanted.
She realised now that she knew all too well.
But she could never allow herself to act on that thought.
She lacked the courage and had too much common sense to even try to make it happen.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

With one hand combing through her hair and the other resting in the warm valley between her breasts, Matt looked down at Jessie. Her head, still resting in his lap, was turned toward the blank TV set. He reached for her, turning her face back up toward his.

“Right for what?” he asked.

“Huh?” was the soft question murmured from her lips.

“You said the timing has to be right,” he repeated. “Right for what?”

“Right … for him … and her … and them to … uh … um, be … together,” she replied.

“Hmm,” he chuckled. “For a moment I thought you were talking about us.”

“You … you and me?” she asked, her eyes full of surprise.

“Well, yes … but seeing that you’re not … I mean you won’t … oh, just never mind me,” he said dismissively. Maybe he was seeing something that really wasn’t there. Perhaps he had picked up on something of his own imagination that had no connection whatsoever to Jessie and her state of mind. Yet with his hands upon her, feeling her warm tender body so very close, he began to think that it was all in his own mind. Despite his yearning feelings for her, she had just lost her husband, was cut off from her old friends and family, and had no other safe place to go. How could he dare to feel for her?

But as he glanced down into her eyes, her eyes so deeply trained on his own, there was something there. He could see it. He could feel it in the way she lie there in his lap. Was there perhaps something existing between them, something new and exciting for each of them that neither had any idea existed previously?

“You know something?” he said, feeling the desire for her welling up from deep inside. “This may sound really, really strange.”

“What’s that?”

“That you … me … here … this afternoon … that this all means something more than just some Good Samaritan kind of thing,” Matt said, his tongue stumbling over his words.

“It … feels nice,” she replied simply.

And it did feel nice. Even as his hand began to stir on her chest, tracing a line from side to side, following the underside of her bra beneath the sheer filigree material of her top. Could she not see the look in his eye? Could she not feel the rising lump inside his jeans? Her head was resting in his lap for Christ sakes! Yet even as his too-eager hand curled around her breast, there was no dawning in her eyes. Matt was not just pawing her coarsely, like some sort of crude gross grappler. He couldn’t go farther, but he couldn’t lag behind. The timing has to be right, he has to know that her desire matches his! But how is she to know if he says nothing?

“And you are a very beautiful and desirable young woman, Jessie,” he blurted out. Shit! Where did that come from??!! Oh, sure, he felt it … almost from the very beginning, but for Christ’s sake, she had just lost her husband to a gruesome murder! She was lost and needed a safe place to stay. Timing is everything, and this was not the time. So even as he felt the tip of her breast respond to his touch, stiffening beneath the light brush of his thumb and forefinger, Matt thought only of the next moment and the next day.

Her smile in response disarmed him completely. She spoke but his ears fell deaf. Only his lips responded, falling down as he bent over her, kissing her lightly, a tender brushing kiss that could have been brotherly, except for the fact that their tongues touched and sent an electrifying crackle through them both. Matt suddenly sat up, mortified. I can’t be doing this! he thought. She doesn’t need this! I don’t need this! We are from different worlds and in a few days, she will be gone from my life. I’ll do this now, offer her sanctuary, but in a day, in a week, she will be gone … she will be gone! Yet his hands craved the feel of her body, his mouth needed to feel her soft moist lips again … but someone had to take the high road, and given her state, it was Matt who made that choice.

“Are you ready for the second part of our double bill feature?” he asked innocuously, sitting back upright, even though his glance downward was anything but innocent. Her head shook from side to side. Was she disagreeing? Or was there something else in her gesture? “You’ve got your choice of two titles. What do you say?”

Matt hoped that Jessie couldn’t read his mind, that she couldn’t see his desire for her welling up inside. Yet if she did, he was prepared not to stop her action. But she wouldn’t something told him. She would smile and laugh, but act upon the trembling passion that was permeating the air between them? Nah! The timing wasn’t right. They needed to comprehend their feelings and Matt was no where near coming to grips with his.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessica Clarke

Jessie felt Matt’s hand touch her cheek and gently guide her to face him.

“Right for what?”

His query was soft as he watched her carefully.

“Huh?”

Jessie murmured pulling her mind back from the thoughts that had overtaken them.

“You said the timing has to be right,”

She nodded and tried not to let the pink suffuse her cheeks.

“Right for what?”

She wanted to pull her gaze away from his as she replied,

“Right … for him … and her … and them to … uh … um, be … together,”

She told him, deliberately only telling him half her thoughts.

“Hmm. For a moment I thought you were talking about us.”

His eyes were warm; his deep chuckle filled her ears making her heart flip.

“You … you and me?”

She was amazed he had even considered the idea, even in passing.
Her eyes tried to search his, but he seemed to withdraw from the idea.

“Well, yes … but seeing that you’re not … I mean you won’t … oh, just never mind me,”

She pulled her eyes away, shrugging an OK, but then turned back curiously.
Matt had sounded … flustered … uncertain … had he seriously considered that … ?

And then he turned back to her.

Matt’s own gaze seemed to question … as if he was trying to read her thoughts, her feelings. Part of Jessie knew she should turn away, stop him seeing … seeing the way she was so drawn to him … but she lay in his lap, looking upwards, her eyes wide, almost frightened by the feelings he unwittingly caused.

“You know something?”

Even to Jessie’s ears, Matt’s voice sounded thick with emotion.

“This may sound really, really strange.”

He continued, as their gazes remained locked together.

“What’s that?”

She asked hoarsely, feeling her heart thump as she waited for his reply.

“That you … me … here … this afternoon … that this all means something more than just some Good Samaritan kind of thing,”

Jessie smiled.
So at least he didn’t just think of her as someone to be pitied,
Just someone to be taken in, like a stray.

“It … feels nice,”

Jessie told him.
It felt nice to be close to him.
It felt nice to feel valued.
It felt nice not to be scared.

With effort, she held back a murmur as she felt Matt’s hand move towards her breast.
His touch was infinitely gentle, so different to any she had ever known before.
She felt … safe …

“And you are a very beautiful and desirable young woman, Jessie,”

His words made her smile in pleasant suprise.
Almost immeidately, she gasped softly in shock, a bolt of sensation rocking through her body as Matt's thumb and forefinger brushed her nipple.

Taking a steadying breath, Jessie felt her body rocking involuntarily in response.
And as she did so, she suddenly became aware of Matt’s growing erection nudging into her as she lay across him.

”No one’s ever said I was beautiful… pretty maybe … “

She responded softly and then hesitated before rushing on, before she lost her nerve.

” … certainly no one’s ever said I was “desireable”… “

Jessie’s words halted as she felt Matt’s lips on hers.
His lips were warm, yet undemanding.
She gave a small murmur as they moved against her.
The murmur turned into a soft moan as their tongues met …
His eyes were soft as he looked down at her as she stared uncomprehendingly at him, her lips still tingling from the sensuous touch of his mouth.

“Are you ready for the second part of our double bill feature?”

His voice asked lightly, as he sat back, obviously in control again, Jessie thought.

She shook her head, her expression dazed.

“You’ve got your choice of two titles. What do you say?”

Ignoring his question, Jessie spoke haltingly, her mind still running with a riot of emotions, the films forgotten.

” … with Eric … and… umm… even before him … every time he touched me … every time … he … took me… “

She blushed hotly, but forced herself to continue.

”… that was all it was about … control … ownership … just possession …
I … I’m not used to this… feeling like this … “

She confessed breathlessly.

”I’m not used to … feeling anything … except … “

Her voice broke…

She had never been able to “respond” to Eric … he had told her over and over that it was her fault, her problem … that something was wrong with her … that she wasn’t normal …
She knew that that was why he had to treat her so harshly, roughly.
She had learned over the years that she deserved no more.
She had hated sex with him. Hated being touched in any way.
Perhaps that is why he was always so angry with her.
He had laughed at her once and told her that it would be a waste of time for any man to treat her differently.
And so she had come to believe that was all she was worth …

But Matt seemed to think different.
She couldn’t make sense of his actions or her reactions.

”Why are you so gentle with me?”

The question was blurted out before she could think.

”If you knew me… knew what I was really like … “

She tried to tell him, warn him that he would realise everntualyl that she wasn't worth this ... consideration ...

”I … I … don’t understand … “

She told him helplessly.

But instead of moving away from Matt, she moved closer, winding her body around his as she pressed against him.
She knew she didn’t deserve his compassion and yet, she craved his touch.

She half expected him to push her way and yet he did the opposite.

”Matt… “

Jessie gasped, her voice pleading with him for understanding .... comfort ... and more ...

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“I don’t know you, Jessie, not completely … and I certainly don’t know who or what you were before …” Matt said slowly, feeling the warm curves of her body press needfully against him as his arms encircled her lean frame. He also felt the least bit of discomfort from his throbbing erection pressing into her side. “But every time I see you and hold you and touch you like this, I can’t help but feel … feel something very special, something like I haven’t known for a long, long time.” His hand moved lightly up her back to her shoulder and then to her face, his fingers brushing through the auburn curls hiding her ear. “All I can think of is to hold you and touch you with the tenderness you deserve, and make you feel safe and warm and loved.”

Jessie didn’t reply, her eyes looking deeply into his, questioningly. Matt tenderly pulled her up to a sitting position beside him. Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping him tightly at first, almost protectively, but as his hands gently stroked up and down her arms, she relaxed and moved her hands down over his heaving chest, resting them lightly upon him.

“But you … he … are … were … so different,” Jessie said. “I’m not sure … of how or what to feel.”

“But that’s just it, Jessie,” Matt replied. “For right now, with all that’s happened, there isn’t room for you to feel anything about me. I’m just the good Samaritan, right?”

Matt felt a huge struggle waging inside him, part wanting to pull Jessie to his body and make love to her with great passion and heat, and part warning him to hold back, that he mustn’t take advantage. She had just confessed something about her past life. What was it? Every time he touched me, every time he took me, it was all about control, ownership, just possession ... Matt didn’t want to own Jessie, yet he desired her greatly. He wanted to take her, but tenderly with grace and passion. Yet to do so, to force something would be unwarranted. He had no right, he had no reason, he had only this urgent desire welling up inside.

Her full lips were parted and faintly trembling. Matt moved his face toward hers, tilting his head as if to kiss her again, but backing away when she didn’t seem to respond. But she looked so inviting he leaned forward again. This time she tilted her head opposite of his and they almost kissed, but again he hesitated and backed away. His hands still caressed her arms, holding her close to him. Once more they leaned toward each other and this time they kissed, a light, brushing kiss full of hot breath and soft moans. He felt her respond and sensed the same feeling inside himself.

“Mmm, Jessie,” he moaned as their lips parted. “You are beautiful … you are desirable … I’m not sure this is right … I want you … I don’t know why, but I don’t feel that it’s the best thing for either of us right now.”

Then their lips came together again, pressing more firmly, their tongues touching and sending an electric ripple straight through him. His lips sought out the warm sweet flesh of her neck, kissing her, licking her, tasting her. He buried his face in her cascading curls and brought her tightly to his chest, crushing her breasts against him, feeling her sharp points press into his flesh. Matt heard her moan softly as her hands slipped under his arms and around his back. He and Jessie remained in this warm embrace for countless moments, all the while Matt hoping that his urgent selfish desires would subside, yet feeling them only grow stronger.

“What was it like?” Matt said finally breaking the silence. They separated just enough to face each other, their eyes locking, their foreheads touching.

“What?”

There were a thousand questions that Matt felt welling up inside, questions that he wasn’t sure Jessie could answer, even had she wanted. And that was it: he felt. It was like he was emerging from a cocoon, a hibernation, a long deep emotional sleep. And now he felt all these things, tender sweet things toward Jessie, animosity toward her murdered husband, concern for their safety, helplessness at being able to do little to protect her. It didn’t matter that it was a jumbled mass of confusing feelings, for they were feelings and he had come alive once again.

“What was it like with Eric?” he asked. “How could he be that cruel toward you? How could he think that he could own you? How could he beat you and abuse you? You’re a beautiful woman … I would … I would worship your body given half a chance … I would do anything to take away your pain and make you feel whole and happy again.”

Jessie smiled and fell against his body, catching him off balance enough to push him over onto his back, his head bumping against the armrest. Her body was perched atop his and her face came to rest a breath away from his. The cut of her top allowed Matt to see and feel the surge of her firm breasts against his chest. His hands found their way to her back and lightly raked up and down along her spine, feeling her arch her back and sway her hips side to side. Matt felt an aching, throbbing sensation in his cock that made him let out a low deep growl. Oh, he was feeling again! But he was uncertain as to what those feelings meant.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie let Matt hold her close as his words washed over her.
They didn’t make any sense, and yet she accepted them without question.

” … every time I see you and hold you and touch you like this,
I can’t help but feel … feel something very special,
Something like I haven’t known for a long, long time.
All I can think of is to hold you and touch you with the tenderness you deserve, and make you feel safe and warm and loved.”

Jessie looked up, her eyes holding his.
This wasn’t what she deserved and yet he couldn’t see that somehow …

“But you … he … are … were … so different,
I’m not sure … of how or what to feel.”

She told him honestly.

“But that’s just it, Jessie.
For right now, with all that’s happened, there isn’t room for you to feel anything about me.
I’m just the good Samaritan, right?”

But was he? Sure he had played the part to the hilt but …
Was that all he was?

Jessie looked up about to nod her agreement.
Agreement she could do, the easiest way.
She was used to acquiescing automatically regardless of the context.
She remained looking up at Matt as he moved downwards, making as if to kiss her.
If he were just a Good Samaritan, then why would he want to kiss her…?

She queried to herself as she watched him move away once more.
Was he unsure? Was he testing her?
She looked up; her eyes hovering on his lips as once more Matt drew close and then checked himself.
”What was he doing?”
His hands still moved over her body and yet .. he held back.

She raised her confused eyes to his.
Could he tell how much she wanted him to kiss her?
Part of her hoped so, the other part of her hoped not!

Her thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as she leaned into him a third time, only to be rewarded unexpectedly by the contact of Matt’s lips on hers. The kiss was light, but enflamed her. Jessie gasped softly as she finally felt the movement of Matt’s lips against hers, the touch one of exquisite gentleness, a softness that belied the passion simmering beneath.
Even as Jessie moaned softly she heard Matt’s hoarse whisper.

“Mmm, Jessie.
You are beautiful … you are desirable …
I’m not sure this is right … I want you …
I don’t know why, but I don’t feel that it’s the best thing for either of us right now.”

Jessie’s mind span with the intensity of the kiss that followed and the words that raced through her brain.
He wanted her … Even though it was wrong … the wrong time …
Still … he wanted her …

Jessie tipped her head back in an unconscious gesture of surrender as she felt Matt’s mouth moving along her lips, her neck, her hair …
He seemed so hungry for her and she in turn felt an unaccustomed bolt of desire shoot through her body.
Even as she trembled, shocked by her reactions, Matt held her against him, his hand stroking, soothing, calming her …
Jessie took a steadying breath.
It was OK… she was level headed again.

How was it that Matt could do that to her … make her body react so instantly?

“What was it like?”

Jessie pulled back and eyed Matt in confusion.
Did Matt want her tell him how it felt to be kissed by him?
How could she explain… explain how unprepared she was for how he made her feel…

“What?”

Jessie questioned hesitantly.

“What was it like with Eric?”

His words shocked her.
Why did he want to know? … Now …?

”How could he be that cruel toward you?
How could he think that he could own you?
How could he beat you and abuse you?
You’re a beautiful woman … I would … I would worship your body given half a chance … I would do anything to take away your pain and make you feel whole and happy again.”

His impassioned words brought a smile to Jessie’s face.
She leaned forward and catching him off balance, eased herself on top of him before nestling down beside him.
His touch was still on her … on her hips, on her back.
His cock was hard beneath her… the moan that broke forth was almost a growl.
She thought he had forgotten his earlier query, until she heard the soft words.

”Tell me Jess… what was it like… really…?”

Momentarily Jessie’s eyes locked with Matt’s and then she eased herself upright and wriggled off his body.
She remained in the sofa, her eyes on the blank screen whilst Matt sat upright.
Without a backwards glance, she nestled against his chest, pressing close and taking his arm unthinkingly and winding it about her body until she felt cocooned within the circle of his arm.

”Eric… “

She began hesitantly …

”It.. it wasn’t as bad as you think.. he… he could be… “

She broke of and let herself see the reality as if for the first time.

”It was better at the beginning … but … shortly after we were married … he made it clear that he was disappointed with his choice … or at least… that I had much to learn… “

Her voice was soft, husky with emotion as she spoke, trying to keep her voice impersonal, but failing.

”I wanted to please him … and… I tried… I tried.. so hard… “

She blinked rapidly and looked down at Matt’s hand.
She knotted her fingers through his and watched them intently, her head partly bowed, but not enough to shield her face from Matt’s intent gaze.

”And then.. he… he started to get angry …
just … little things at first… and then more and more … “

She looked up at Matt, unshed tears in her eyes as she continued.

”I remember so well the first time he hit me… it was about nothing… the pool… "

She struggled to remember.

"I’d had someone round to clean it … and he hadn’t wanted it doing then… so silly … but … “

She shrugged and looked downwards.
Then it became easier and easier for him to … vent his anger …
He seemed to be angry all the time…
Jessie hesitated then looked up again.

”It wasn’t his fault though.
I wasn’t what he expected … not the right type of wife …
And his work was so difficult… he used to say that he could do without all the aggro when he came home… I didn’t make life easy for him, I guess.
And then … when… “

She felt Matt’s hold on her tighten, although he said nothing.
By now Jessie was almost talking to herself.

” … when he began to drink more … that was the only time it crossed my mind that maybe I didn’t deserve quite all that he dished out … “

Again she shrugged and shook her head.

”.. but I don’t know … I think I made him do it.. he had to … that’s what he told me all the time … “

She paused …

”But… he just hit me… sometimes… he rarely beat me … not like… the other night … but I could bare that … usually … the worst was when he … “

She broke off and hesitated again.

How could she tell Matt that in the last year of their marriage, Eric had finally given up on making love with her?
He had told her flatly that she wasn’t desirable and could not fulfil his needs.
Nothing had ever really worked with them in that forum.
He was experienced and frighteningly domineering.
She was naïve and uncertain and totally intimidated by the demands he made on her.

How could she tell Matt that during that time the only occasions when her husband made sexual advances towards her was when he was drunk?

How could she tell him that when Eric was in such a state he merely took what he wanted from her, regardless of how she felt or responded?

”There … were other … things … he did to me that hurt more … “

Jessie commented vaguely, not noticing the tears that ran unheeded down her cheek.

”I guess I’m free of that now … so it’s not important.. “

She dismissed softly, dashing a hand across her cheek, not daring to let her eyes meet Matt’s.
If he guessed what her life had been like, somehow she knew he would realise that she somehow deserved to be treated like that, that she wasn’t the “desirable beauty” he strangely seemed to insist she was…

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

Matt felt the tears on her cheek and tried to brush them away. “But I think you’re wrong, Jessie. It is important … it’s important that you remember just enough so that you don’t let it happen to you again.” He held her close and silently cursed the name of her murdered husband. The man is hardly cold and certainly not in the ground yet, Matt thought, and here I am, a complete stranger, feeling an intense dislike for a man I never knew, other than by the welts and marks that were fading from Jessie’s tender body. Had the bastard worn her down so far as to make her think that she was somehow unworthy of love and respect?

Matt’s hands combed through her auburn tresses, felt the smooth soft skin of her cheek and neck and shoulder. She felt so defenseless and had no one now, except for him. Sure, he had a business to tend to, he had an employee to take care of, he had customers to serve on a daily basis. But those needs seemed to pale as he held this lovely woman in his arms and brushed away her tears. He was here for her, holding her in a time of need, caring for her, caring about her, looking after her, and the strangest thing was, he wanted to. It wasn’t like he had to or was forced to, but he was doing so willingly, and even stranger he enjoyed it.

Yet even so he continued to feel this strange dual need, wanting to protect her and keep her safe, and wanting to love her, to peel away her clothes, to caress and kiss her everywhere she wished, to bring a pleasure to her that she might never have known. Surely she could feel the way his heart beat as he considered this precarious balance. His mind was saying to hold her safe and nurture her back to full health while his hands moved lightly over her body, tracing the outline of her bones and features, the shape of her soft curves and firm flesh.

“You know,” he began, “All of that is behind you now. There is a much better world waiting for you, and I want to help you find it.”

His one hand hovered near her side, circling over her back and shoulder. His other hand moved up and down her back, stroking her from neck to waist to hip. As it moved down over her hip he felt his fingers brush against the bare skin of her thigh and he realized just how short her skirt was. And when he drew it back up, it pulled at the hem and he suddenly felt his hand on the tight firm roundness of her ass. Her dainty little panty left much of her bum bare and his touch met such smooth sleek skin that he felt his hand tremble. There was a pure energy coursing through him, the snap and crackle of a thousand fresh sensations.

Matt brought his other hand up to her chin and tilted her face up toward his. Her eyes were looking off and away, but his strong gaze captured them. He looked into her eyes, feeling all of these wonderful contrary emotions, hoping that she could see them percolating inside him. She looked at him quizzically but without doubt or fear. Then she smiled and her lips parted and they moved toward each other again. Theirs was a kiss of lovers, soft and delicate yet full of yearning and desire.

Matt wanted to taste her mouth again and felt her tongue welcome him. His hand eased from her chin, trailing down over her shoulder and chest, coming to rest on her warm first breast. He felt her pliant flesh surge against his palm as he curved it to match her shape. The stiffness of her taut nipple pressed into his hand as he squeezed her gently. He heard her moan and felt the reverberation in their kiss, which never stopped but only seemed to grow warmer and deeper and wetter.

“Jessie,” he moaned as their lungs became starved for fresh air. “You feel so good to me, I could almost forget where I am and what I should be doing …” His voice trailed off.

“You don’t have to do anything, luv,” Jessie replied. Her arms had found a home around his shoulders, her hands resting lightly there, one even combing through the whisps of hair that trailed down the back of his neck. “Just hold me like you are … it feels wonderful.”

“You feel … erm, it feels pretty wonderful to me too,” he said, his hands still touching her so intimately, one hand still rubbing circles around her ass, the other moving from one breast to the other, his fingers dancing across the generous valley between them.

“You touch me so differently, Matt, so tender and gentle that I can’t remember the last time I felt like this,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. “It’s a very nice feeling.”

Matt felt her body shift against him, as if she was moving in all directions, her breast filling his one hand, her butt pressing against his other, the rest of her melting into his warm embrace. His lips found themselves near her neck and he kissed her there, tasting her soft sweet skin, opening wide to let his tongue drag a long wet line from ear to shoulder and back again. The perfume of her hair, the scent and taste of her skin sent a tingle shooting down his spine.

Jessie closed her eyes and leant her head back, a deep moan sighing from her lips. It exposed her neck to him, and such a lovely neck it was, begging for his kiss. And when he pressed his lips to her there, she moaned again. He felt her body tremble for a moment as she leaned back from him, her hands still locked behind his neck. Matt allowed his lips to wander down from her neck over the soft tender exposed skin of her chest and breasts. The cut of her blouse gave him a full field to explore, the luscious upper curves of her breasts, the warm valley in between. Still she moaned, with long deep cries of what could only be pleasure.

“Ohhh … uhhhnnn … ohhh …” she sighed as he plied her warm pale flesh with hot wet kisses.

Why was she letting him do this, wasn’t she thinking? Then it hit him. She wasn’t thinking, she was simply responding. Hell, she was in no shape to be thinking after what had just happened to her. He was taking advantage, he was surrendering his conscience to some basic urge. He hummed as he struggled to pull his kisses away from her sweet tantalizing flesh. He wanted her in the purest sense, and yet this wasn’t the time, her lithe aroused body notwithstanding.

“Mmm, Jessie,” he moaned, his hands rising up to comb through her hair.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“I want you so much, but …” he said haltingly. “I think we should wait … till all this is blown over, till you’re fully free of all that’s been holding you back these past few years.”

“What? You don’t … you won’t … ohhh, I see,” she said, and then smiled, her heavy lidded eyes opening up and sparkling for the first time he could remember. They were clear of the fog, the haze of confusion he had seen the past few days. Combined with the unmistakable blush of arousal, Matt found her irresistible, yet resist her he must.

His hand made a long descending stroke from her cheek, down along her neck, over her chest and the plush curve of her breast, stopping only when it reached her hip. Matt saw her smile and wondered why.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“But I think you’re wrong, Jessie.
It is important … it’s important that you remember just enough so that you don’t let it happen to you again.”

Jessie nodded against his chest.
There was no way it would happen again.
There was no way she would let herself be with any other man.
Even as she ran that thought through her head, Matt held her and ran his hands through her hair. The contradiction did not even register with Jessie.
Matt was different … Matt was Matt… her “good Samaritan” …
Even if he had said he found her desirable, he was nothing more.
And she knew he was “safe” … somehow knew that he wouldn’t hurt her.
Perhaps that was why her body went crazy beneath his touch;
One minute he lulled her, another enflamed her.
He was right though … she was so mixed up she didn’t know what to feel.
Besides … she wasn’t like other women … had never had the right reponses … was not “normal” …

“You know…?
All of that is behind you now.
There is a much better world waiting for you, and I want to help you find it.”

Jessie listened to his words, but found she couldn’t quite accept them.
She was out of it for sure… but as to the future….
And how would he help her find it?

But she did not question.
Instead she lay against him and enjoyed the sensation of the hand moving over her back, across her shoulder, her neck, her waist, her …
Jess shivered as the delicious tingle ran through her body.
Her body gave a jolt as Matt’s hand caught at her hem.
The feel of such an intimate touch made her catch her breath.

Jess felt Matt raise her bowed head as he gently guided her to look at him.
Jessie felt her averted eyes drawn to his.
Her eyes widened at the depth of emotion she read there.
Her own heart seemed to pound in her ears; she was sure he could hear it.
How could she feel like this?
Her mind questioned as she met his steady gaze.

Again he moved to kiss her.
She smiled as he leaned in towards her but moved to meet his lips.
The kiss was more soft, more tentative than any Jessie had known.
She drew back briefly, only to look into Matt’s eyes before they met once again in a more heated kiss, their tongues entwining as his hand moved down her body and finally moved to her breast.

Jessie groaned as she felt the firm warmth of his gentle touch against her now sensitised flesh. As he squeezed her pliant flesh, Jessie moaned in need.
To respond sexually to Matt like this was so… unexpected … and yet it felt so …

“Jessie,”

The groan of his voice made Jessie ache for him.

“You feel so good to me, I could almost forget where I am and what I should be doing …”

Jessie looked up at him breathless and wound her arms around him.
Her fingers played in his hair as she whispered.

“Just hold me like you are … it feels wonderful.”

Her cheeks were pinked as her eyes held his.

“You feel … erm, it feels pretty wonderful to me too,”

She blushed deeply at his words, aware that his hands were still intimately exploring her body. She clung to him, unable to stop her senses reeling as his hands explored her ass and caressed her breasts.

“You touch me so differently, Matt, so tender and gentle that I can’t remember the last time I felt like this,”

She bit back a moan as she grazed a nipple.

“It’s a very nice feeling.”

Her voice was husky and breathless.
It had not even occurred to Jessie to mask her reactions or her need to be to touched…

Jessie shifted her body, allowing Matt to touch her, kiss her, giving him full access to her body. She did not think it through. She was past logical thought. All she knew was that this made her feel so good … and that she needed to experience more … Just for once, she wanted to be touched … to react … without thinking of consequences, Jessie surrendered to the emotions and desires of the moment …

With a deep moan, Jessie tipped back her head.
She trusted Matt so completely … Her body tingled … a knot of desire was growing. Unaccustomed to such a force of emotion, Jessie trembled as she locked her hands behind Matt’s neck.

On and on, the sensations ran through her.
No longer aware of her moans, Jessie rocked and gasped as Matt awakened her body to the feeling of pleasure …

The kisses the touches were searing her skin.
Her breathing was ragged.
Oh God… what was he doing to her?
She had never felt a need like this before!

“Mmm, Jessie,”

His hands were in her hair once more as she responded.

“What?”

She replied almost reluctant to break the spell.

“I want you so much, but …”

She caught her breath as he hesitated.

I think we should wait … till all this is blown over, till you’re fully free of all that’s been holding you back these past few years.”

At first Jessie thought he didn’t want her.
But as she raised her eyes, she realised just what he was saying.
The touch on her cheek was tender.
His hand continued its journey and trailed along, branding a trail along her hot flesh.
Did he think she could just switch off now?
She smiled.

Raising her hand to his cheek, she tentatively smoothed her fingertips across his skin, the touch tender and hesitant.

”Matt… I-I’ve never been able to feel this way… respond like this… ever…
Eric… well.. I didn’t think I could… this is the first time I’ve ever felt … normal .. “

She halted and pulled her eyes away.
Matt reached out and gently lifted her head, his gaze holding hers again.

”I know I’m not “free of all my past” … perhaps I’ll never be … and… I know this is just… just now… but … “

She floundered. Her body ached for a release she had only glimpsed on occasions … Instinctively she knew there was … more … and yearned for it …

”If you don’t want to … then…perhaps that’s best… but … just… please
don’t stop touching me… “

She blushed deeply.

”I don’t want to lose this … in case I never feel like this again … “

She whispered ... voicing her hidden fear.
What if this was "it"?
The only chance she had to be "normal"?

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his neck.
Her teeth grazed his flesh and her tongue darted to taste him.
She murmured softly.
This was all so new!
It seemed too bold to her and yet Matt's soft moan encouraged her.

"Matt... I ... "

She started, knowing what she wanted ...

"Let me make you try to make you feel as good as you made me.."

She offered, fearing a rebuffal.

Eric had given her orders, forced her to pleasure him.
This was so different.

Shyly her hands moved to his shirt and began unbuttoning slowly.
Her mouth pressed soft kisses to his neck.
She glanced up now and again, unsure of his reaction, but his smile reassured her and she gently parted the fabric at his chest and ran her fingers over his warm flesh.

"Ummm.... "

She murmured in appreciation a smiled curving her lips.
Temporarily unaware of Matt's gaze as she concentrated on his chest now exposed to her gaze, her fingers playing and stroking ... Her touches tentative, vulnerable in her desire to please him...

"Jess.... "

His voice drew her attention to him once more.
Her eyes moved to his.
She had thought that diverting the attention to pleasing him would help her slowly regain control.
She should have known that the sight and taste of him would in fact test her control even further....

"Matt?"

She enquired breathlessly ...

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

He knew not what to say exactly, for Jessie’s words had offered something to him, something for him. “Let me make you … try to make you feel as good as you made me,” she had said. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done that, other than an impersonal, “Can I get you anything else?” from the counter girl at the local diner. So much of the past few years were about his having to please others. The things he had done to try and please his ex-wife were endless, all of the “you need to do this for me’s,” and the “I want this’s,” and “I want that’s,” and especially the “you expect me to do that for you?” And yet for all of his concerted effort to give her all of the “this’s” and “that’s” she wanted and never complaining about not getting the least little thing he asked for, their marriage had fallen apart anyway.

And in the years since, it had been replaced with doing everything his customers had requested. A different kind of bread or a specialty pastry, no problem. Open earlier? Stay open later? No problem. Christie needing extra days off for this or that, no problem. He had gotten so used to the idea of serving the needs of others, that he had pretty well forgotten about his own needs and desires. What did he need? What did he want? What would make him feel good? He was lost in her words. “Let me make you … try to make you … feel as good as you made me.”

Then her hands fell upon him so lightly and gently, unbuttoning his shirt, touching him, and Jess was running her nimble fingertips over his aching flesh. How much he had missed the light touch of a woman’s delicate hand on his body! How many nights had he gone to sleep feeling lost and alone? So many that he began masking his craving in the fog of working such long hard hours that he would fall into bed dog tired and too weary to long for anything but sleep.

Yet here was a lovely young woman, and although he barely knew her one for whom he felt a growing desire, reaching out to him, touching him, asking what she could do for him. She was so pretty but so very vulnerable that after daring to caress her body so intimately he had forced himself to resist his most basic urges. But now here she was taking it a step further, drawing him further along an unfamiliar road toward enjoyment. He submitted to the pleasure of her touch, the way her fingers danced over the sensitive flesh of his chest, his tight little man nipples, and the light dusting of his chest hair.

“Jess …” he said, struggling to find the words that would sum up his feelings. Did he want her to stop or continue? If she continued how could he respond? Did she somehow sense how much he wanted to make love, how much he needed to make love, how much he craved intimacy with a woman with whom he could share feelings?

“Matt?” she replied as the touch of her hands electrified him.

He could see her eagerness in her eyes, feel it in her touch. He had been responding to her all afternoon; watching her unashamedly dress her naked body, then holding her as they watched the movie, and touching and kissing her just a minute ago had brought his passion so very close to erupting. But he had been strong and able to resist until this moment as her hands explored his freshly bared chest and her mouth sought out his tender flesh. As her mouth closed around his tight little pink nipple, his head fell back and he gasped.

“Oh, Jess … oh, god, it’s been so long for me … I’m not sure …” he started to say, but didn’t know exactly what he wasn’t sure about. This was so wrong, yet he needed this, he yearned for her touch and her kiss, and he did want her, he really wanted her. “But you don’t have to please me … or anything … I’m not sure what I want … or what would make me feel good …” As he babbled on, her hands continued to move over his body, gliding down over his slacks and the obvious bulge that lie beneath; and as he continued, his own hands reached over and danced up her bare arms and across her shoulders. “We really should just take this slow … not do anything too rash or hasty … just relax and um, just let things happen …” She glanced up at him, her eyes dancing with excitement as her hands traced the outline of his growing erection. Matt’s hands trailed down along the neckline of her blouse, his fingertips grazing over her soft silken skin, finding the tiny white buttons and slowly popping them open. She smiled at his fumbling efforts.

“Just let me do this, all right?” she said softly. Her long slim fingers worked his belt open, unfastened the snap of his slacks and then tugged at his zipper. All the while her lips were laying a hot trail of kisses from his neck down over his chest leading toward his belly. “I only want to share these wonderful feelings that you have brought to me, Matt,” she whispered, her hot humid breath brushing over his chest and belly. Jessie sat up kneeling beside him, her hands still touching, caressing, and massaging him. “Can’t you see … can’t you feel how you’ve made me tingle … it’s been too long for me too … feeling this way.”

Matt could feel the heat passing between them and his hands lingered near her body. He could see the sweet look of invitation in her eyes and watched her gasp as his fingers brushed up against the soft tender flash of her breasts. She sat up and arched her back as he opened up her sheer white lacy blouse and fingered the delicate lace that was woven into the fabric. Parting the blouse, he saw again her full firm breasts cradled in the sweet little bra. They jiggled ever so slightly as she reached over and opened up his trousers, her fingers moving inside. How different she looked now from earlier when he had first seen her get dressed. Before it had been with an almost adolescent albeit prurient curiosity. Now it was with eyes of desire.

Almost in concert, their hands reached to touch each other, his cupping her warm pliant breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, and hers roaming over the thickening bulge concealed beneath his silken boxers.

“Jess,” Matt said as her warm palm caressed his throbbing erection. “You feel so good.”

“You do too, Matt,” she said, her voice still a hoarse whisper, full and throaty with an inflamed desire.

“But, Jess,” he said while his hands eagerly held her tender breasts. “Are you sure … is this right … is this what you want?”

“Isn’t this what you want too?” Jessie replied, her voice a thick sexy purr, as her hands roamed over his lengthening manhood, gripping it through his boxers, her fingers curling around it, as it stood up from his body in its silken tent. “Doesn’t this feel good to you?”

“Yes … yes it does,” he answered as all of his conflicted wants and needs and desires started to merge into a flourishing surge of passion. “So good … so very good!”

Matt leaned forward bringing his lips toward hers, his hands still cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing lightly back and forth over her stiffening nipples pressing eagerly into the thin sheer fabric of her bra. Their kiss began warmly and innocently enough, but with their respective hands touching and caressing each other’s sensitive tingling body, it grew hot quickly and their tongues began a wild writhing dance of love. The heat and humidity of their breath rose between them.

Matt pulled his lips away from hers and sent them to kiss her neck and shoulder. As his hands fondled her breasts, his fingers rearranged her bra, tugging the straps down from her shoulders, pulling the cups away from her silken skin, and baring her erect nipples, which his lips soon found and his tongue tasted. He hummed softly as he hungrily sampled her supple flesh with hot kisses and licks and ravenous suckling. With his passion so enflamed, he was quickly forgetting all about the reasons he had to not become involved, to resist her charms, and to keep his raging lust in check.

“Oh, Jess,” he gasped as he felt her hot hand move underneath his boxer shorts and touch his surging erection. He sat up caressing her breasts now moistened by his hot wet kisses. Caught up in the fury of the moment, Matt closed his eyes and felt the flaming bolts of arousal shoot wildly through his body. “Oh, Christ! That feels so good!” he growled.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“Oh, Jess … oh, god, it’s been so long for me … I’m not sure …”

Jess listened to Matt’s words and nodded, in acknowledgement, rather than understanding. It had been a long time for him. He lived alone, presumeably had no one but …

“But you don’t have to please me … or anything … I’m not sure what I want … or what would make me feel good …”

Jessie stroked his hard body as he spoke, a soft smile on her lips.
Eric and the other guys she’d “known” had all been so “in control”.
No man had ever admitted weakness … made himself vulnerable to her … she felt valued … trusted … by Matt’s words, much more so than he could ever imagine.

She shivered as Matt reached out to her and ran his hands across her arms and shoulders.

“We really should just take this slow … not do anything too rash or hasty … just relax and um, just let things happen …”

She nodded, her eyes locked with his.
… let things happen … he had said… not … resist how she felt … hand he given her permission to … ?

Jess gasped as she felt Matt’s hands unbuttoning her blouse. His hands grazing her skin as if outlining her contours, trying to memorise them by touch.
He had agreed, agreed to them letting this happen.

“Just let me do this, all right?”

Her soft words gave him a final opportunity to stop her as she moved to his belt and his zipper. Leaning into him, Jessie pressed hot kisses along his torso, her breathing becoming ragged in anticipation.

“I only want to share these wonderful feelings that you have brought to me, Matt,”

Did he realise how he had brought her body to life?
For the first time? The only time?

“Can’t you see … can’t you feel how you’ve made me tingle … it’s been too long for me too … feeling this way.”

Her eyes locked with his. No hiding, no secrets.
She had admitted how … new… unique this was for her.
She knew he wouldn’t push her away.
Her hands moved to memorise the outline of his shoulders, his chest and then to trail down to his abdomen. She watched in fascination as his muscles rippled as he groaned beneath her light touch.
And then Matt’s hands were at her breasts.
She moaned as he opened her blouse.
The heat of his touch and the heat of his gaze was driving her crazy.
Without thinking her hand moved inside his pants.
He fondled her bra-clad breasts as she stroked his silken covered bulge.

“Jess, You feel so good.”

His soft voice made her tremble.

“You do too, Matt,”

She groaned in response.

“But, Jess,”

Jess moaned as his hands moved more insistently over her breasts.

“Are you sure … is this right … is this what you want?”

Jess had given up thinking what was “right” … it had gone beyond what she wanted … it was what she needed!

“Isn’t this what you want too?”

Her breasts heaved, heavy with sensitivity.
Her fingers curled around his hard shaft.

“Doesn’t this feel good to you?”

She stroked him and squeezed him, moaning softly as she felt him twitch and grow, excited by his response.

“Yes … yes it does. So good … so very good!”

The sound of Matt’s passion made Jess draw a ragged breath.
Her nipples were diamond hard as Matt pressed and stroked.
The kiss they shared was intense.
Their tongues met with a searing need and passion.

”Ohh… Godddd….”

Jessie moaned, as she tasted him.
Rational thought had left Jessie sometime ago.
Her hand remained firmly buried inside his trousers, pressed against his hard on.
All the time she continued stroking, squeezing feeling his response, whilst her other hand roved from chest, to abdomen outlining Matt’s torso.
And as she did so, Jessie felt both of Matt’s hands move over her body, each touch enflaming her as he stroked and caressed.

And then his mouth left hers.
It moved to her neck.
It ravaged her sensitive skin as he moved downwards.

”Ohhhh… God… Matt… yesss….!”

Jessie cried out as he pulled her bra away, and dipped his head to kiss, suck and taste her heaving breasts.
Her back arched as she moaned in need.
God she wanted him!
Jessie’s hand slipped inside his boxers.


“Oh, Jess,”

She stroked and squeezed him, her hand moving sensuously along his sensitive shaft.

“Oh, Christ! That feels so good!”

Jessie moaned as his hands followed the path his mouth had.

”Ummmmm … yesss… “

She agreed her breasts heavy and ripe with arousal.

She heard him groan and felt his hands at her waist.
Felt him unfasten her skirt and try to ease it over her hips.

”Ohh…. Matt… umm…”

She reluctantly released his shaft and pulled his trousers free.
Allowing Matt to work at her skirt, she straightened her legs and allowed him to pull the material over her hips and wriggled to discard the garment.
As she moved, she felt her groin hit against Matt’s.
The contact was like an electric shock.
Both moaned.
Their eyes locked.

Cassie moved herself to lay on top of Matt.
She looked down at him, lust, need showing clearly in her eyes.
Her breasts still hung half out of her bra, her white lace panties were wet with her need.
She pressed herself against Matt’s groin, giving a moan as she felt her pussy contract at the contact.
She felt Matt harden still more beneath the silken fabric.
She felt his hand on her bottom as his strong hands pulled her into his rock hard bulge.
She ground herself against him amazed at the bolt of heat that s shot through her body as they made contact once more!

Jessie desperately tried to catch her breath.
She glanced across the room and caught her own reflection in the television screen.
The sight of herself not merely semi-naked, but dishevelled, laying on top of Matt as he held her pressed to his groin made her still more heated.

Beneath her, Matt rocked his hips and groaned.
The contact had become almost too much for him.
She looked down, her face flushed, her breathing ragged.

"Matt.. please ... I want this.. I need this ... "

She confessed.

"Jess..."

He responded as his hands moved to her panties…

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Jess … I want this too … so much,” Matt moaned as he felt Jessie’s body moving on top of his. Her almost completely bare breasts were crushed against his chest, their bellies were rubbing firmly together, and their legs were intertwining. Their eyes were locked on each other and the look they exchanged was one of a desire and a passion long denied and deferred.

Matt could feel the heat and dampness of her arousal through the thin silk of his boxers. His hips rocked gently, rubbing his stiff manhood against her warmth. He heard her sigh deeply and moan as his hard rod found the slit of her sex and pressed into it through the delicate lace of her panties.

Matt cupped the firm cheeks of her ass, his fingertips following the rim of her panties as he pulled her against him. He could feel a burgeoning need inside him, a want and desire that only grew when his fingertips dipped down between her legs, underneath the tiny strip of panty, and reached the source of her heat and dampness. He touched her gently, tentatively, feeling a tingling shock pass through his fingers.

“Yessss,” Jessie hissed sexily, clutching his shoulders tightly and looking down at him with a fierce passion. She raised her hips slightly allowing Matt to touch her sex more completely. He moved a hand around to the front of her, slipping his fingers down under the cover of her panties to cup her warm moist folds. The feel of her smoothly shaven sex was electric and his hand trembled at the touch as it moved gently up and down on her. “Mmm, yessss … I need this Matt … I want this soooo much …”

As Matt’s fingers caressed her sex, his other hand moved in a circling pattern up her back, the beauty of its supple flesh marred only by the fading traces of her bruises and welts. When his fingers brushed against her bra strap, Matt found the closure and pulled at it, easily unhooking the single clasp and feeling the band retract from around her back. Jessie moved to slide the dainty straps from her shoulders as Matt peeled the lace from her body and flung it aside, letting her lovely full breasts hang free. Jessie arched her back down, thrusting her breasts toward his face. He lunged at them with his open mouth, closing his lips around one then the other, circling each taut puckered aureole with his tongue before sucking it deeply into his mouth. He growled as her soft tender flesh yielded to his hungry mouth.

“Oh, yesss, Matt … mmm, yessss!” she sighed as his mouth suckled her stiff nipples and his hand rubbed against her damp pussy. He could hear Jessie’s breathing become faster and shallower, a rosy blush of arousal coloring her neck and upper chest. He could feel her hips move in a slow circle around his hand, drawing his fingers toward her wet slick opening. A deep moan erupted from her mouth when two of his fingers curled their way up inside her and his thumb brushed against her clit. “Mmm, Matt … ohh, yes! Mmm-mmm!”

As his hand kept exploring her wet sex, his head fell back against the cushions of the couch and Jessie leant down to kiss him heatedly and passionately, a long wet purring kiss with such energy that it brought a deep growl from his throat. Her body was writhing and wriggling on top of him. And Matt withdrew his hand from her pussy, and brought it up along her side to join his other at her breasts, he felt her press her sex down against him again, grinding herself wantonly against his hard cock.

Her mouth nipped at his lips and then moved down over his neck kissing and licking and sucking her way down over his body. Her fingers raked down over his chest and stomach reaching for his boxers, pulling them down until his thickening cock popped free and rose up proud and erect. Leaving his shorts pulled partway down his hips, her hands closed around his cock and her mouth kissed it eagerly. Just the warmth and wetness of her kiss was enough to make Matt flinch and moan irrepressibly. It had been so long since he had known this sensation, and it had never before felt this hot and urgent.

“You want this too … don’t you, Matt?” Jessie said, the stroke of her hands and long licks from her tongue making his cock stand tall.

Matt gripped the edge of the couch with one hand while his other found its way to Jessie’s head, twining into her auburn curls, simply to hang onto her as Jessie dragged her tongue up and down along his thick rosy shaft. When her mouth closed around the head and descended slowly, he threw his head back against the cushions.

“Oh, god, Jess! Yes … I want this … I need this so badly …” he confessed, his hips rocking uncontrollably, his body responding to her every loving ministration. It felt as if her mouth and hands were one singular part, moving up and down his cock. He managed to look down at her, watching his thickness disappear inside her eager mouth. He could feel the vibrations of her gentle sucking as she took his throbbing cock into her hot wet mouth again and again. “Oh … Jess … Oh … Jess … Oh!”

The passion that she was stirring inside him was almost more than he could withstand. But as pleasing as was her deep sexual kiss on his manhood, Matt was seized by a strong urge to pleasure her as well. He was able to reach down and cup her breasts, teasing and pulling at the sharp points of her nipples. But he wanted more and tried to maneuver his knee toward her pussy to rub her but it was just out of reach. Finally he reached down under her arms and lifted her up, his thick cock sliding from her mouth. Jessie gave him a surprised smile and then giggled as he rolled them over, switching places with her.

He frantically kicked his shorts off the rest of the way and let his hands glide gently up and down over the curves of her body. The half-lidded look of her dark green eyes and her sexy aroused smile told him of her approval as he touched her body. As his hands glided over the supple soft curves of her belly and hips, Matt could see the drenched thin panel of her lace panties clinging to the folds of her pussy. Then his fingers hooked around the elastic and began to tug them down. She lifted her hips and let him slip the dainty white lace down along her legs and off.

As Matt tossed the dainty little garment aside and let his eyes gaze upon her perfect body, angled and provocatively arranged on the sofa, it was a different feeling that swept through him. It wasn’t like seeing her earlier naked in the bath or getting dressed, or even in the middle of the night, where his interest was more detached and almost adolescently innocent. Now he was filled with the lust and desire of a man fully aroused, his cock fully engorged and throbbing, his mouth watering at the luscious sight before him, and his heart pounding madly in his chest.

Matt lent down and his lips sought out the taste of her body, her lips and breasts again, her belly and thighs, and the sweet cleft of her pussy now for the first time. He had never seen a prettier pussy before. His kisses and licking fell lightly upon her smooth sleek folds, exploring all of her beauty gently, slowly building toward a deeper richer feeling that was just awakening. He felt her opening up for him, her thighs widening, and the folds of her sex spreading like a freshly blooming rose. The taste of her moist pussy elicited an exciting arousal in him as he tongued her, feeling the shimmering waves of pleasure pass through her body from head to toe and back again as his hands caressed her soft warm skin.

Just as he felt her become completely aroused, Jessie reached for his head and pulled him up, kissing his sodden lips hungrily, tasting her own wetness on his lips and tongue. His body hovered over hers, the head of his cock rubbing against her tender wet sex. She wanted him; he wanted her; they both wanted this; they both needed this … this thing that had been missing from their lives for so long. But as the thick mushy head of his hard cock pushed up against her hot wet pussy, Matt paused.

This would change things, he thought. This would change everything. I would no longer be her protector, her savior, her good Samaritan. I would be her lover, someone interested in my own pleasure as much as hers. As her pretty face with her dark green eyes filled with lust and desire gazed up at him and her warm hands and sweet moist body pulled at him, pleading with him for release, Matt held still.

“Matt?” Jessie asked, her eyes looking up at him, her fingers gliding up the length of his arms to curl around the taut muscles of his shoulders. “What … what is it?”

Any other man would have gone ahead and stuffed their cock inside her and humped her hard and fast till he came. But Matt was not just any other man. He glanced down at his member, the broad head pressed against her glistening pink folds, the thick rosy shaft still glistening with her saliva. What was wrong with making love to her? She wants it … she wants me, he thought. And he knew from the beating in his heart and the raging jangling arousal in his body that he wanted her as well. What is wrong with me that I should even think of stopping here? The jangling tingle of arousal was so strong that he could hear it, sounding loudly. Then he realized that it was not that, but the telephone ringing.

Damn! Shit, fuck, and goddamn! He thought of just closing the sound from his mind and making love to Jessie. But then he thought that it could be the police or some other emergency. He climbed from the sofa and reached for the phone on the end table.

“Hullo?” he said curtly.

“Matthew, this is Allison,” responded the voice on the other end. Of all people, it would have to be his ex-wife. “I tried to reach you at work but Christy said you were off for the day and I know how unusual that would be … thinking that something might be wrong, I just had to call you at home … is everything all right?”

“Yes, um it’s all right … I’m okay,” he said suddenly angered. He tuirned away from Jessie where she remained on the sofa, not as if to turn away from her, but more to keep himself from being distracted by this haunting desireable woman.

“Just thought I’d check … I was concerned about you … you don’t have anyone else to look after you …”

“Look, Allison,” Matt interrupted. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here so if this isn’t something important I need to go.” He couldn't believe that Allison had called at just this moment. He had been wrestling with whether or not to make love with Jessie and could have just as easily ignored the phone, but for this!

“Oh, so you don’t care that I was concerned? That’s just like you Matthew, just like you to always be thinking of yourself and not anyone else just like the time you had to pick me up at the clinic and didn’t even show the courtesy to offer your …”

“Allison, I’m going to go now, all right?” he muttered angrily into the phone. “Goodbye!” He heard her start to rattle on about something else when the line was cut off as he slammed the phone into its cradle. He sighed deeply as he stood at the foot of the sofa, tall and naked, though his arousal was deeply bitten into by the interruption and his cock now dangled, semi erect. When he turned to glance back at Jessie, she had balled herself up and pulled the pillows around her.

“So who’s Allison?” Jessie asked.

“Ex-wife … you don’t wanna know,” Matt muttered, moving to sit beside Jessie. As his hand reached out to draw her out from her protective cocoon, he smiled. “So now, where were we?”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

Jessie’s body was wracked with tremors.
Matt seemed to push her to an increasingly higher state of arousal, a level she had never thought possible, let alone experienced before.

When she moved to kiss down his body and lap at his cock, it wasn’t at all like before. It wasn’t like it had been when she’d been forced to pleasure … no “service” Eric, whilst he stood and humiliated her.
Jessie revelled in the taste of him, in the urgent twitching she was causing, in the moans that seemed to escalate as she tried so hard to pleasure him.

When he pulled away from her, she thought for a fleeting moment that she had done something wrong.
Illogical though it seemed, after Matt’s assurance that he needed and wanted it … her, she braced herself for the rebuffal …
But instead of roughly pushing her away, throwing her to the floor as she had grown to expect, Matt lifted her, rolled them over and looked down at her as he laid her beneath him.
She giggled as she watched him urgently shed his boxers and raised her hips to help him pull her panties away.
His cock was rigidly erect now and easing against her needy pussy.
Jessie moaned and arched her back.
The sensation was overwhelming.

And then again Matt surprised her.
Moving down, his mouth closed over her throbbing lips as he licked, kissed and explored her in the most intimate way imaginable!

Jessie gave a groan and spread her legs wider.
Her head spun!
How could he know this was the first time anyone had tongued her like this?
Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her.
Her head thrashed from side to side.
She whimpered in stunned excitement, finally dragging Matt’s mouth away from her sex. Words failed her so she tried to communicate by the searing kiss she pressed on his lips, amazed at tasting herself on his tongue.
Oh God! This was beyond anything imaginable!
She wanted him now! Needed him to complete her, fulfil her!
His cock nudged at her entrance.
She groaned desperately.
Yet as she writhed and arched upwards, Matt held still.
His cock still hard and erect made no progress towards her.
She looked up questioningly as his eyes ran over her naked body.

“Matt?”

Her hands were on his shoulders, but she did not have the nerve to draw him towards her, inside her.

“What … what is it?”

Something was wrong.
She sensed a change, reluctance.
But he said nothing.

Almost at the same time as him, she became aware of the telephone filling the room with its insistent noise.
She wanted to say, “Leave it…”,
She wanted to say, “Make love to me …”
But he slid from her body and went to answer it as she lay wide-eyed and naked, listening and wondering just what had gone wrong.

“Yes, um it’s all right … I’m okay,”

Matt stood with his back to her.
His voice was curt, angry.
At least it appeared he hadn’t wanted to be interrupted she thought reassuring herself…

“Look, Allison … I’m kind of in the middle of something here so if this isn’t something important I need to go.”

Jessie listened.
… in the middle of something …
Is that how he described what they’d been doing … been about to do when …
And who was Alison?
She curled up masking her nudity as she heard Matt bring the conversation to a close.

“Allison, I’m going to go now, all right?
Goodbye!”

Not until he had slammed the telephone and turned around did Matt realise that Jessie was sat up and had pulled a cushion against her body, masking her nudity from him.
Her eyes travelled over his body, before raising to meet his.
She noted his erection had visibly reduced, but that seemed irrelevant now.

“So who’s Allison?”

She forced the breathless question.

“Ex-wife … you don’t wanna know,”

Jessie nodded, her questions summarily dismissed.
Matt had mentioned an ex … that she might phone … but …

“So now, where were we?”

Matt’s voice sounded falsely cheerful as he took her hand.

”I … I’m not sure … “

She knew where she’d been, but Jessie knew that Matt had called a halt to their lovemaking before the telephone had rung.

She felt Matt’s hand move to stroke her body, but flinched and pulled away.

”Perhaps you should call her … Alison … back”

Jess spoke keeping her tone light, but avoiding Matt’s eyes now.
She couldn't let him see how devestated she was by his rejection of her.
She forced herself to chatter on, trying to stop any awkwardness or guilt Matt might feel.
He didn't owe Jessie anything.
She had to reassure him and distance herself from him.

”You weren’t very polite to her you know … I’m sorry it was … awkward for you … but at least you’d already changed your mind … about me … before she called … “

Jessie slipped from the sofa before Matt could make any false denials.
She grabbed up her clothes.

”I’ll give you some privacy … “

She commented softly and beat a hasty retreat to “her” room.

Closing the bedroom door, something she never usually did, Jess dropped her clothes onto the floor and pulled a robe around her before sinking to the bed.

Stupid! So bloody stupid!

How could she have thought for a moment …?

She curled up into a tight ball, blinking determined not to cry.
Her body still ached … ached with arousal … with need.
It had seemed so …
But in the end … he hadn’t wanted her … hadn’t wanted to …

She didn’t understand why she’d let that happen.
She didn’t even understand why she’d acted so shamefully.
She didn’t understand how she had managed to respond to feel that way.
But …
She did understand why Matt ultimately didn’t want her.
Eric was right.
He always had been.
Who would?

She curled up tight, hating herself for forcing Matt into that situation and determined not to cause him any more embarrassment.
She would have to get out of there as soon as she could!

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Jess,” he called out as her pink naked form disappeared down the hall. “Jess … Jess … Jess …” he said again, each time softer than the time before until his voice was little more than a hoarse whisper. He had done something … what? He didn’t know, just that something had happened.

Damn! I am such a goddamned fool! Why do I have to stop and think all the time? Why can’t I just go for it? All the other guys do … why am I so different? It was several moments before Matt became aware of his nakedness, his once proud cock now dangling limply between his legs. All of the passion and lust and heat was gone. He felt like a fool.

Matt reached down for his boxers and had to grab at them three times before finally snatching them up and stepping into them. He didn’t know what exactly had happened but he couldn’t just stand here and do nothing. What did he want? He sure as hell didn’t want to call Allison back. He did want to apologize to Jessie, he wanted to talk with her, explain himself, take her in his arms and make … No! I can’t go there again. Was it Allison? Had her phone call spooked Jessie? Had it spoiled things between them?

He moved slowly down the hall trying to think of something to say. Jesus, I could fuck up a wet dream! The door to her room was open and he snuck a peek inside. Jessie was curled up on the bed, wrapped up in a robe, her body gently rocking. He didn’t hear sobbing, he didn’t see tears, but he stumbled over something to say.

”Jess? You all right?” he said softly, his voice and manner tentative. “Look … I’m sorry … that was a mistake back there … we shouldn’t have …”

Then she looked up at him and he felt all the guilt in the world fall upon his shoulders. Jessie didn’t say a word, but simply turned back away from him, nestling her chin down tightly between her knees.

“Jess … I’m sorry,” he said, moving to the bed to sit. When he reached his hand out toward her, she scooted away. “This is nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I just want you to know that … um, the way you touched me … the way I touched you … that was very special … it felt so good to me … it meant a lot … I’m just not sure of myself right now … the last thing you need is me trampling through your life … you need a helpful friend, not some guy just out for his own pleasure … I should never have let it get started like that, not right now …”

Matt’s rambling trailed off. There were just so many thoughts flying through his head at this moment. He couldn’t begin to think of any one of them that would make sense to her as she shied away from him beyond his reach. He began to ramble again, hoping that as the words tumbled from his lips that they would make sense and reach her deep inside where she was hiding away from him.

“From the moment I first saw you … I realized that you were unlike any woman I’ve ever met … you stir me up and make me think things and feel emotions that I’ve completely forgotten about … I thought that maybe I did the same in you, Jess … at least I thought so … maybe when this is all over, we could, um … see where that could take us … I like you, Jess, and I sense that something good could happen between us … you and me … something good … something beautiful … something that we, you and me, both need …”

Matt realized that he must look ridiculous to her, sitting on the bed, wagging his hand back and forth in the space between them. Damn! This wasn’t helping! As she remained apart from him, curled up so tightly, he felt ashamed. He turned from her and started up from the bed.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“… I like you, Jess, and I sense that something good could happen between us … you and me … something good … something beautiful … something that we, you and me, both need …”

Jessie looked up at Matt as he turned to walk away.

”I thought that was what was happening … something good … beautiful … something we both needed … “

Her soft voice held a tremor as she spoke.
Matt turned back and looked at her again.

”When exactly did you figure it was a big mistake … that we shouldn’t have … ?”

She asked her voice sounding more hurt than accusing.
She knew exactly the moment he had pulled back but totally at a loss as to why.

She turned away from him again.
She’d asked the question but didn’t want to hear the answer now.
Instead she rushed on dismissing her earlier enquiry.

”Anyway … it doesn’t matter … I’ve had far worse done to me before!
What have you got to be sorry for?“

Somehow all of Eric’s violence, his abuse, her fear of him had been easier to deal with than Matt simply walking away from her.
He had gotten to her, on a level she had never known before.
But she couldn’t let Matt know that!
He had gotten her to feel, to want, to need … and she couldn’t just pull the shutters down on that.

”It… it got out of hand … you’re right … “

She stammered, trying to convince herself as well as Matt.

”… not the time or the place … not right for us … “

She shrugged and halted.
Matt sat close to her on the bed and put out a hand to touch her.
Jessie allowed the touch, but did not draw closer to him.

Matt had wanted her.
Matt had needed her.
She knew that.
But something had freaked him, made him have second thoughts.
He claimed it was to do with him and yet Jessie knew that could not be so!

”I’m sorry … it won’t happen again…
I don’t want things to be … completely spoiled between us …
Can we just forget about it?”

She wanted to pretend it had never happened.
She did not want to have to examine her feelings for Matt too closely.
She wanted to go back to the uncomplicated friendship they had shared.
She met his eyes at last.

”Please…?”

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“Jess,” he said moving closer to her, reaching his hand over to caress her arm through the soft cotton robe. “I don’t want to forget what just happened … I want to remember those … those wonderful feelings … not the misunderstanding part, but the look of desire on your face and the tingling feelings of passion I felt.”

Matt spoke slowly, hoping that Jessie would understand. He could see something in her pretty eyes. On the surface they were narrow and defensive, but there was a glimmer beyond that gave him some hope that she felt something close to what he did. “Maybe when this is all over … when things settle down, we can build on those feelings and see what we can make of it,” he went on. “I would like to try.”

Every time he saw her, every time he touched her, every time her eyes met his, Matt could feel something pulling at him, something that made him feel like … like … like a man again. His breakup with Allison had been acrimonious, filled with her hateful and hurtful accusations and nasty stinging words. And even now that they had been divorced for all these months, she was still trying to run his life and keep his self-esteem in ruins. But he had gotten a glimpse of something new and fresh since Jessie came into his life so abruptly. All of the hurt and pain and ill feelings were set behind him. He could breathe freely now and feel good about himself, he could feel again.

Matt pushed his body next to Jessie, their hips bumping, and slipped his arm around her. How was it that fate had brought them together. From what she had told him about her marriage, from what he knew of his own marital rift, they were very similar. Maybe they both needed this, maybe they needed each other, and maybe they could work together and help each other build a new life, one that maybe had some part of the other in it.

Wrapping his other arm about her, he drew her close. He half-expected her to start crying, but she didn’t. Instead she began to hum, a soft gentle almost purring-like sound. She remained tightly curled about against herself, but as Matt began to rock back and forth gently and buried his face in her thick curls kissing her, she began to relax.

“You know, Jess, when the time comes for us to be together … and I think the time will come … making love with you will be like a taste of heaven.”

Jessie pressed her face against his bare chest. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his tingling skin, but he only held her. As she slowly began to unwind within the circle of his arms, one of her breasts fell into his hand. Although tempted to move his hand away, Matt held it as he held the rest of her body, tenderly. They shifted in unison on the bed, stretching out and lying back until Jessie was on top of his body, still locked within his embrace, her head resting on his chest. Her leg moved up on top of him, her soft bare thigh coming to rest draped across his hips.

Matt could feel the low throbbing hum of arousal inside him again, just as she had managed to do each time they came together, but he was in control of it this time. He was determined not to spoil this chance. This felt good. Jessie was safe. He now had something meaningful to plan for, to live for, and someone to think of beside himself.

Do we have a chance at a future together? What would that future be like? Was the heat and passion of the afternoon a hint of what it would be like? Matt let the remembrance settle over him and as his eyes closed, he fantasized about it, consummating their unfinished encounter. Heaven? Yes! It would be heaven! He could see the deep look of need in her eyes and picture the sensual movement of her body, he could feel the warmth of her satiny depths enveloping his manhood, he could taste her kiss, he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, he could hear her voice calling out to him.

“Matt! Matt!”

He blinked his eyes open and looked about. He was alone in Jessie’s room, now claimed by the growing darkness that had settled in and turned day to evening. Matt smelled something appetizing and heard Jessie calling his name again.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“Jess, I don’t want to forget what just happened … I want to remember those … those wonderful feelings … not the misunderstanding part, but the look of desire on your face and the tingling feelings of passion I felt.”

Jess lowered her eyes, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
She knew how she’d reacted.
She knew what she’d wanted.
And yet … Matt said he had felt … passion … ?
She glanced back up at him hesitantly.

“Maybe when this is all over … when things settle down, we can build on those feelings and see what we can make of it,”

Jessie shrugged. He didn’t owe her anything.
He was just being nice, she told herself.

“I would like to try.”

She eyed him curiously.
He seemed sincere … seemed to want to “build” on what had happened between them?
She nodded slowly, not fully understanding what he was asking or why.

She returned his smile shyly and let her curled body move against his as he wound an arm about her and pressed his body against hers.
She smiled more naturally now, feeling a sense of safety with him, even after their … misunderstanding …
She buried her face in his chest and murmured softly.
Somehow he broke through all her defences.
The barriers just seemed to melt when faced with Matt’s gentleness.
She felt him rock her gently as if calming a child.
His face was in her hair, pressing kisses.
She felt his hot breath and the strength of his embrace.
She knew she could slip away from him at any point … and she would … soon … maybe … but for now she was content just to be held.

“You know, Jess, when the time comes for us to be together … and I think the time will come … making love with you will be like a taste of heaven.”

His words thrilled her.
No one had ever said anything like that before about her!.
She gasped against his chest, her body quivering with remembered arousal.
She uncurled her body and pressed more urgently against him, craving his nearness, his reassurance, knowing that he would not now try to make love to her.

Jess sighed as Matt guided her to lay upon “her” bed.
They lay stretched out, Matt’s arm wound about her, as Jess threw a hand over his chest and found her leg creeping up to move across his hips.
She closed her eyes, feeling his hands at her breast and on her arm.
It felt like last night when he had allowed her to share his bed. She had been so scared … until he had embraced her and soothed her…

The panic, the feeling of rejection had eased away.
Jessie was still shocked by her own reactions to Matt.
She could not understand just how he had coaxed those reactions from her all to responsive body.
She shivered thinking of how they had been together on the sofa.
If it hadn’t been for the phone call ….
Perhaps it was for the best that they hadn’t … but …
God for the first time in her life she had SO wanted to!
She blushed remembering her lust…

Beside her, she felt Matt’s breathing become shallower and slower. Jess ran an experimental hand across his chest and grinned. It seemed that he had fallen asleep first this time.
She raised her head and looked at his face.
He looked so peaceful, so boyish, so …
She leaned forward and brushed his lips with a light kiss.
He was a good man.
His ex-wife must be crazy.
Jessie could not imagine what could possibly have happened to cause his marriage to break up.
Jessie knew that if she had been fortunate to have a man as gentle and considerate as Matt …

She lay beside him again, her hand stroking his chest lightly.
She felt his grip on her tighten as he murmured in sleep.
How lucky she had been that he had stopped that night.
Her mind flitted back to the killing, to the fight she had had with Eric.
It was strange just how long ago all that seemed!
Perhaps she would wake up and it would all be a nightmare?
Perhaps she was just concussed and she would wake up and find Eric … ?
She shivered.
God, no. She didn’t want to find that!
Instantly she felt guilty.
How could she not want to find out that her husband was alive after all?
But she didn’t.
She had borne his abuse all those years, but she had known no different.
After being treated kindly, Jessie knew that she could never tolerate the same kind of relationship.
She’d rather die that be put through that again!

Jessie clung close to Matt until her heart had stopped racing at the horror of the thought.
She lay listening to his breathing and soon her own slowed to the same pace.
She glanced at the clock and wondered briefly if she should wake him, but decided to let him sleep on.
Restless now, Jess eased her way out of the circle of his arm and slipped from the bed.
She took up a light cover and laid it gently over him and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
She grinned as he murmured and moved away quickly before she was tempted to do anything that might disturb Matt more.

She looked around the now shadow filled room and with the briefest of searches pulled on a pair of navy shorts and a white blouse, knotting it once more at the waist. She made her way down towards the kitchen, padding barefooted. Her lack of underwear did not concern her, in fact it barely entered her head. She didn’t want to disturb Matt pulling out drawers, she told herself as she moved comfortably around the kitchen pulling out ingredients. She would make a meal, she decided. It was the only way she could think of showing her gratitude.

She smiled as she set to work. This was hardly “haute cuisine” and a far cry from the dinner parties she used to prepare, but it was in keeping with their “cinema” theme. By the time she had the fries, burgers, onion rings, salad and assorted pickles littering the table top she was giggling away to herself.

” … and icecream for afters … “

She murmured happy at the sight of the cluttered table piled high with “fast” food.

“Matt! Matt!”

She stood at the kitchen and called.

“Matt! Come and get it!!”

Her call was followed by a giggle.
She hoped he would be amused by her idea.
It never crossed her mind that he might be angry with her.
That was one response that Jessie seemed to have “outgrown” already!

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“ Matt! Come and get it!”

He sat up in the bed and smiled at the sound of Jessie’s voice calling out for him. Of course mixed with the aroma of what? Beef? Yes, hamburgers! It was only as Matt stumbled toward the door when he realized that he was wearing but a pair of boxers. The British are always proper about dressing for dinner and he should certainly do so. He slipped into his room and rummaged for a shirt and slacks before daring to show his face in the kitchen. And when he followed his nose toward the seductive aroma, Matt smiled. Jessie waited by the table, now loaded with food, looking … pretty and apprehensive too, perhaps unsure of what his response might be. But there was a sweetness to her look, as if she were anticipating some drastic form of judgment on her initiative. But Matt was so glad to see food on the table, something that he hadn’t had to cook himself as he had had to do for so many long months now, that he grinned and hoped that his smile didn’t look unduly appreciative.

“Mmm! You sure know how to wake up a fella!” he exclaimed. “Guess I dozed off there and didn’t have a chance to start dinner … but then here you have and, gee … this all looks so great!”

Matt realized that he was babbling and bit his tongue for a moment until Jessie seemed to relax her pose.

“I wasn’t sure of the preferences of your appetite, so I sort of kept with the cinema theme of our afternoon,” Jessie remarked as Matt pulled out his chair. Smiling, she seemed pleased by his response. Matt reached over and held her chair for her as she seated herself. “Thank you, sir,” Jessie grinned. There was a brief snap of static (at least that’s what Matt thought it was) as his hand brushed against her shoulder and hair.

As he sat and they began to serve themselves, passing the food and condiments back and forth, Matt took a longer look at Jessie. She was very attractive, of that there was no doubt in his mind, and she had a very unique and subtly sexy way of dressing. But that wasn’t the full reason for his lingering glance. There was something in her manner, the way she moved, the way she smiled, the look in her eye when she observed something. Matt wasn’t sure what it was but he was fascinated greatly. It was a quality that seemed vaguely familiar and comfortable. In the brief time since he had taken her in, Matt found himself getting used to her being there and began to think of how he would miss her once she was safely able to be back on her own. He liked the feeling of having her here with him. Making a safe place for her had made him feel wanted and needed.

“What? What?” Jessie asked when Matt’s glance had loitered uncomfortably long.

“Huh?” he mumbled having just taken the first bite of his hamburger.

Jessie’s eyes flitted about herself for a moment as if to make sure that she was in order. She finger combed her hair back. “You were staring.”

“No I wasn’t,” he said clumsily with a mouth full.

“You were.”

After he managed to empty his mouth, Matt laughed. “No, I wasn’t. I was just thinking about how nice it is to have you sitting at the kitchen table with me.”

Her eyes locked onto his as if trying to measure his level of honestly. Her face remained expressionless for several moments before he noticed a slight but distinctive smile curl her mouth. Then hunger apparently overcame their thoughts and they both began to eat.

“Umm, this is very good … very tasty!” Matt remarked appreciatively as he crunched another onion ring.

“I know it’s not the healthiest side of the menu,” Jessie replied. “But I simply had a hunger for this … um, kind of meal.”

“I’m glad … so did I,” Matt said. “Thanks, Jess.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin and reached a hand over to caress hers. “It’s delicious.”

“Thank you,” Jessie answered softly.

Matt retrieved his hand and began to eat hungrily, so eager that some ketchup and mustard dribbled down his chin and some sweet pickle relish smeared his cheek. He managed to clean his chin but the dab of relish remained on his cheek. Smiling, Jessie clutched her napkin and reached over to wipe off his cheek.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Jessie Clarke

“Mmm! You sure know how to wake up a fella!”

Jess gave an answering grin.

“Guess I dozed off there and didn’t have a chance to start dinner … but then here you have and, gee … this all looks so great!”

Jess explained the cinema theme and was pleased that Matt nodded in approval and moved forward to help her into her seat.
She was touched by his thoughtful gesture, which of course accounted for the tremble of her body as his hand brushed against her once more. Only it didn’t.
Helping herself to the food spread before her, Jess gave a bemused smile.
It seemed she could lay in bed with him, but a chance touch and her heart did somersaults.
She bit back a giggle.
She was too happy at the moment to start trying to make sense of everything!
She bit into the hamburger and glanced around the kitchen.
She hadn’t been here long … and she would soon be on her way … but … Matt’s place felt … homely … safe …
She glanced across the table and caught him staring at her.
Suddenly self-conscious, Jess put the burger down and wiped her fingers.

“What? What?”

She dabbed at her face with the napkin.
Did she have ketchup on her nose or something??

“Huh?”

Straightening her hair, Jess eyed Matt curiously.

“You were staring.”

She informed him, wondering what he had been looking at.

“No I wasn’t,”

She hid a smile as she now watched him as he argued back, his mouth full of food.

“You were.”

She gave him a sassy smile and watched him swallow quickly and shake his head emphatically before laughing at her teasing.

“No, I wasn’t. I was just thinking about how nice it is to have you sitting at the kitchen table with me.”

Jess saw the warmth of his smile and watched him consideringly.
She had never had the chance to “eat at a kitchen table” with Eric. They had always “dined”. It sounded so … luxurious … but in truth it had been pretentious and boring. This felt so much … “nicer” … not least because they talked and teased and laughed.
So much better than the formal stony silences.
Yes … being like this … especially with Matt was “nice”.
She smiled and bit once more into her hamburger.

“Umm, this is very good … very tasty!”

Jess too picked up an onion ring and bit into it, commenting on the fact that the meal wasn’t healthy, but tasty.

“But I simply had a hunger for this … um, kind of meal.”

“Since when did she just make the kind of meal she fancied?”
She thought to herself.
But if felt so good not to have to worry about doing the right thing … or what might happen if you didn’t!

“I’m glad … so did I. Thanks, Jess.”

Matt’s words drew her attention once more.
She looked down in surprise as his hand reached out to hers.

“It’s delicious.”

Jessie let her eyes linger on Matt’s. The soft touch of his fingers made her pulse race.
What was he thanking her for? It was only food.
She had spent so long being taken for granted, where she was “expected” to do things, it never occurred to her that preparing a meal might be something to be appreciated.

“Thank you,”

The response was simple, but meant so much more.
Thank you for caring, for being kind, for helping me get a sense of reality again, for getting me to “feel”, to “react”, to start being “normal” for the first time in years …

But she couldn’t say all that and so when Matt withdrew his hand, she took a bite of her burger and sat back to watch Matt enjoy his, laughing as the ketchup and mustard went awry and thinking nothing of leaning over to dab at his cheek, the gesture casually intimate, as she shook her head in mock exasperation and then returned to her own meal, managing not to get sauce on her face, but licking her fingers heartily as the last of the food was finally cleared from her plate.

She looked up to meet his grin.

”The messier you eat, the more you enjoy your food …”

Matt pronounced as she pretended to consider his statement seriously.

”Then you must have really enjoyed that then..”

She replied with exaggerated innocence, not reacting as his eyes widened at her cheeky comment.

Rising quickly from her seat she crossed to the sink and turned on the cold tap.

”I haven’t eaten like that for years … since I left England actually … “

She commented as she ran the water over her sticky fingers.
Eric would have thrown her out the house if she’d attempted to eat such a meal at home!
She felt Matt stand up and move behind her, obviously needing to wash up too.

”I think you need this more than me … “

She commented and stood aside as she turned the tap on fuller.

”Ooooops!”

She froze as the force of the water rebounded from the sink and splashed up his shirt leaving vast wet patches along the front.
Quickly she leaned over and turned the tap to a gentler pressure and met his eyes a ready apology on her lips.
But his expression was so comic!
She hadn’t realised but water was even dripping from his chin!

”Ohh… Matt…I … I’m …s-sorry…”

She choked trying to hold back the giggles and then collapsing in laughter at his mock indignant response.

”Right…”

Was the only word she heard before Matt’s arm encircled her waist and she felt herself pulled towards the sink.

”Noooo….”

She laughingly managed to protest, squirming in his arms and feeling the wetness of his shirt seeping into her own clothes.

 

[Miltone]

Matthew Burton

“You like to play, don’t you?” Matt stated, more so than asking, feeling Jessie’s body wiggle inside the circle of his arms. There was a playfulness to her manner that had been growing this entire day that he had spent with her. He was certain that the water splash had been largely deliberate, and in his view her cute little giggle certainly confirmed her guilt. But that mattered not to him at the moment. He loved feeling Jessie close to him, he loved the warmth of her body pressed up against his own, he loved the feeling of her sharpened nipples brushing his chest through the dampened fabric of their shirts, he loved … but he remembered their earlier talk and stemmed off that thought before it developed fully. “I can play too, you know,” he laughed, running his hands up along her sides, his fingers moving lightly and quickly to tickle her, trying to find her most sensitive spot.

“Matt!” she protested as she began to giggle loudly. “Matt! Stop!”

“Ah, but you are a ticklish one!” he laughed and her attempt to grasp at his hands and stop him only made him more determined. He put one arm around her to hold her fast to him and drove his other hand up into her underarm, tickling away, making her laugh and squeal. Jessie tried turning away, but her motion only took her deeper into Matt’s embrace and left her neck open to his next attack. “Mmm!” he hummed as his fingers danced lightly around her neck and ear, sending noticeable shivers through her body.

“Matt! Matt! Please! Stop!” she squealed loudly as she hunched her shoulders and her body wriggled uncontrollably within his strong grasp. She sounded nearly out of breath as she struggled against him. “Pleeeeaaaaasssseee, stop it!” she screamed.

“Oh, all right,” he said, turning her loose after a final flourish.

Jessie stepped away from him and turned to face him, arranging her hair and straightening her clothes. Her face was deeply flushed and her eyes were on fire. As she stood before him, her chest heaving, Matt could see how the wetness of his shirt had dampened hers and it clung to her body almost like a second skin. Her nipples were sharply pointed at him.

“You are very bad,” she said, trying to compose herself, though her face was graced with a disarming smile. She flicked some errant strands of her auburn hair from her forehead. “All I was trying to do was wash up the dishes.”

“And all I was trying to do was obey Newton’s laws,” he chuckled. He seriously contemplated another assault on her sensitive body. “You know, the old ‘for every action there is an equal reaction’ law.”

“Science wasn’t exactly my specialty in school,” Jessie said, moving warily toward the sink again.

Matt moved back to the table. “Oh, really?” he remarked and then carried some more empty dishes to the counter. As he observed Jessie begin to wash and rinse what was in the sink, he set the plates on the counter and quickly moved behind her, slipping both hands up under her arms to tickle her feverishly.

“You bastard!” she screamed loudly as she began to convulse in a cascade of giggles. “Stop it! Matt! Pleeeeeaassee, stop it!”

Wrapping one strong arm around her waist to pull her back against his body, Matt brought his hand up to her neck and tickled around her ear madly.

“Stop it! Stop it, right now! Matt! Matt!” she squealed, trying to turn her body this way and that to escape his persistent tickling. She grabbed his hand with both of hers and managed to turn in his arm to face him. Then his other hand quickly worked up under her arm. Her body wriggled against him, her heated breath washing over his face. They were nose-to-nose now and their eyes locked upon one another. Just as quickly as his onslaught had begun it had ceased and they stood together by the sink, face-to-face. Their laughing and giggling faded as they regarded each other closely. His hands settled on her hips while hers found his shoulders. “You are a bad man,” Jessie spoke softly. “Very bad.”

“And you just seem to bring it out in me, Jess,” Matt replied. Jessie’s face was still flushed and appealing. No matter how hard he tried to keep his distance, they always seemed to fall into this kind of moment together. Okay, he had started this last round, but there was something “fated” about having this woman in his life, as if she were meant to be in his arms, in his care, and he liked the feeling of her near him.

“We should um, … finish up here so we can … uh, change out of these wet things,” Jessie ventured. She glanced downward briefly, observing the state of their wet clothing.

“Yes, we should, Jess,” Matt replied. It felt so real and natural to be standing with her like this. Matt fought off a strong urge to kiss her appealingly parted lips.

“Yes … yes … we should … dirty dishes … uh … don’t wash themselves,” Jessie remarked.

They lingered together for a few moments longer before they moved apart in unison to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Matt cleared the table and helped by drying and putting away the pots and pans Jessie had already washed. When they were nearly finished, he wiped off his hands on a dishtowel.

“I think I’ve made such a mess of myself that I’m going to jump in the shower before bed,” Matt volunteered.

“Okay,” Jessie replied as she set the last of the flatware in the dish drainer.

Matt felt her eyes on him as he moved from the kitchen toward his room to get some clean dry clothes before heading into the shower. He started the water running and undressed. He regarded himself in the mirror. There seemed to be something different about his physique, something favorable. Maybe it was the good feelings he had about himself for helping Jessie that made him look more attractive. He laughed at this unexpected rush of vanity and opened the shower door.

While lathering up in the shower Matt began to think over the events of the day, his decision to stay home with Jessie, their watching the movie, their unconsummated lovemaking, their misunderstanding, their nap, and their happy supper. As his mind returned to their interrupted liaison, Matt was not surprised to feel his body respond. His long ignored manhood began to spring to life again as he recalled the wanton image of Jessie stretched out naked before him. It grew long and hard as he recalled the feel of her warm lips around him and the taste of her sweet sex on his tongue.

The moment he touched himself, Matt felt his throbbing member thicken. Jessie’s beauty was haunting him even in the shower. His hand began to work slowly up and down his rigid shaft. So caught up in this personal sexual reverie, Matt had forgotten all about leaving the door to the bathroom ajar so that the small room wouldn’t get too steamed up. He didn’t notice that Jessie had come in to look for something and he certainly wasn’t aware that she could easily see him through the clear glass shower door. With his eyes closed, Matt leaned back against the shower wall and stroked his cock, imagining what it might be like to actually make love to her. “Jess,” he said unconsciously in a low deep voice, calling out to the lover in his fantasy. “Oh, Jess! Sweet Jessie!”