Page 84 of All Our Next Times
He winks at me and stands up. The promise ring he bought me is a simple gold band with four small rubies. The ring is on a gold chain which he unclasps and places it around my neck, tucking it beside my rose quartz heart pendant I’ve worn since the day he gave it to me. “It’s engraved,” he shows me. In tiny cursive letters inside the band are the words “All Our Next Times.”
“It’s beautiful, Jayson.”
He grabs my face in both hands and swoops in with a kiss to end all kisses. As I get lost in the pleasure Jayson’s kisses always bring, I hear everyone around us clapping and cheering.
“Now for the grand finale.”
“That wasn’t it?”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.” He twirls me around and around like a ballerina. “I need to borrow Liz for a minute,” he yells over his shoulder to Julien and Ryder.
Jayson hurries me away to a room in the hotel he reserved for tonight and of course I assume that it’s for us to get naked and have a couple of rounds of mind-blowing sex. Doesn’t every prom night end like that? He shocks me once again when that doesn’t happen. Am I disappointed? Well, yes. Naked Jayson is the best, especially when he gives me multiple orgasms. But nothing beats romantic Jayson.
When he opens the hotel room door, I see red rose petals scattered all around the floor and bed. He’s hung my favorite fairy lights all around and they twinkle a welcome as we walk in. Taking out his phone from the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket, he swipes a few times and presses play.
“What are you up to?”
“I want to slow dance with my girlfriend and neck like teenagers while doing it,” he responds with a sexy grin.
“And we couldn’t do that downstairs?”
“Nope. Downstairs, we are surrounded by people and I wouldn’t be able to dance with you the way I want to.”
“Which way is that?” Jayson doesn’t answer me. He shows me.
He takes a step back and slips off his jacket, followed by removing his cufflinks and bowtie. Never taking his silver eyes off of me, he undoes each button on his shirt. My body reacts to him doing that as if each pop of a button is cannon fire exploding. He opens his shirt and my hungry gaze goes to his muscled, tanned chest and travels down to the cut V tapering into his trousers like a huge arrow pointing the way to heaven. I stand hypnotized as he walks around me, stopping when he’s at my back. I feel the heat of his lips against my shoulder when he pulls my zipper down, my dress falling to pool at my feet. His callused hands paint my skin with his fingertips as he comes back around to face me. I am panting and shaky but don’t dare move.
Jayson bends down and lifts each of my feet out of the circle of dress lying on the floor then lays it carefully on the bed. “We’ll keep the shoes on,” he says and kisses my lace covered mound before licking it through my underwear. My muscles contract and jerk.
“I thought we weren’t having sex?” my raspy voice asks, thick with arousal.
“We aren’t. Trust me. This will be just as good.” It already feels just as good. My body is primed to ignite, my thong is absolutely drenched, and I am panting hard.
He steps back to look at me in my high heels, black lace bra and matching thong, hair falling around my shoulders. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”
My eyes flick to the enormous bulge in his trousers. Jayson is as aroused as I am. Why can’t we have sex tonight? I’m debating whether to say fuck it and rip my undergarments off, then his clothes, and impale myself on his dick. Something, anything to help ease the throbbing and find release.
“Jayson, please. Please touch me.” I will beg, I will do anything. I crave the feel of his skin, his hands, and will do anything to get it.
“I will, baby. But first I want to dance with my girl.”
The songs playing from his phone are melodic and slow. He takes me into his arms, and we sway together as our hands explore and touch. As we dance, he chants love words to me while he uses his lips, teeth, and hands to worship every inch of my body. Jayson turns me around and brings one hand up under my neck while his other hand glides down over my flat stomach and under my panties. He inserts one finger inside me as his thumb rubs slow circles on my clit. I bend my arms up and back and grasp the hair on his head, holding tight.
“I love you, Liz,” he tells me, his fingers moving more vigorously in and out of me while his thumb tightens the circles it’s creating. When he feels my internal walls start to flutter with my impending orgasm, he squeezes my neck slightly and sucks down on my shoulder. The myriad of different sensations – a little pain, but mostly pleasure – skyrocket me into the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I cry his name out, bowing my back in a high arc, head thrown back against the dip of his shoulder, as my legs give out under me.
Jayson holds me up close to him until I can stand on my own again on wobbly legs. But he’s not through with me yet. He turns me around so we’re facing each other. With a sexy smirk, he removes my bra and starts to kiss and suck my breasts while his hands roam the bottom half of my body. It’s takes less than five minutes of his petting before I climax again after he bites and lavishes my aching nipples with his mouth.
And still he’s not through with me. He drops to his knees taking my panties off along the way. I’m so drunk with desire and thoroughly sated from my last two orgasms that I don’t know if I have another one in me to give. My voice slurs when I try to talk. “Jayson, I can’t.”
He bites the juncture of my thigh and hip and then licks me from opening to clit. My overstimulated clit jolts from the contact. “Oh, yes you can. Trust me,” he says before he grabs my hips and makes love to my pussy with his mouth. When his tongue starts to fuck me, I climax once again with a long delirious moan before I collapse over him. By the time Jayson is through with me, I can no longer stand and hang limp in his strong arms.
“Best dance ever,” I mumble against his neck, not having enough energy to lift my head. The deep rumble of his laughter relaxes me more and I sink further into him. Jayson holds me in our intimate dance for what seems like forever. Time has stopped existing for me and I live only in the rapturous paradise that is him.
My strength returns incrementally until I’m able to lift my head. I touch the promise ring hanging down between my breasts and twirl it around the chain. “Hey Jayson?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Your turn.” I drop to my knees and give back to Jayson everything he gave to me - twice.
