The knock at Jamie’s door was tentative, hesitant, like the person on the other side was second-guessing their decision with every passing second. He wasn’t expecting anyone, least of all Lena, but when he opened the door and saw her standing there, looking smaller than he’d ever imagined she could, something inside him twisted.
She wasn’t her usual self–not the self-assured, teasing presence that had left him breathless just a week ago. Instead, she was pale, her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, her face bare of makeup but still striking. Her hands were shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket, her shoulders hunched like she was trying to fold in on herself.
“Lena?” Jamie’s voice cracked with surprise, and he instantly stepped aside, motioning her in. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She hesitated, biting her lip, her gaze darting around the modest entryway of his shared apartment like she didn’t belong. She shook her head quickly, stepping inside but not moving far from the door. “I– Jamie, I shouldn’t be here. I’m sorry, this is… probably a mistake.”
His brow furrowed, concern etched into every line of his face as he closed the door gently behind her. “Hey, no,” he said softly, “It’s not a mistake. Come in. Sit down. Please.”
Lena let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through her hair as she looked at him, her expression caught somewhere between embarrassed and defeated. “God, this is so stupid. I shouldn’t have come. I didn’t want to–ugh.” She stopped herself, rubbing her temples, clearly flustered. “I don’t want to dump this on you.”
Jamie’s heart thudded painfully in his chest as he stepped closer, his voice firm but kind. “Lena. Whatever it is, you can talk to me. You’ve already done so much for me… Please.”
The vulnerability in his voice made her chest tighten, and she finally met his gaze, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Jamie,” she said slowly, her voice breaking slightly, “I don’t… I’m not proud of this, okay? I’ve been behind on my rent for months. My landlord’s had enough, and he gave me the notice today.” She laughed bitterly, looking down at her scuffed sneakers. “He was right. I don’t blame him. I just… I can’t keep up. Not with classes, work, and… everything else.”
His heart sank as he watched her shoulders sag under the weight of her words. She looked so unlike the woman who’d kissed him under the golden glow of streetlights, so unlike the confident, teasing Lena he’d come to idolize.
“You don’t have family here?” he asked softly.
She shook her head. “No. And I’m not asking for a handout, Jamie, I swear. I just… I thought maybe you’d know someone. Or something.” Her voice grew quieter with every word, shame coloring her tone. “If you can’t help, I get it. I shouldn’t have even asked.”
Jamie blinked, stunned, and then shook his head quickly. “Lena, stop.” His voice cracked slightly, but he pressed on. “You need a place to stay. You’re coming here. You don’t have to convince me.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening as if to protest, but he didn’t let her.
“I mean it,” he said, his voice trembling but resolute. “You were there for me when I didn’t even know how to be there for myself. You didn’t have to… but you did. And if I can be here for you now? There’s no question. Stay.”
Lena’s lower lip trembled, and she blinked rapidly, trying to fight back the sting of tears threatening to spill. “Jamie, you don’t have to… I mean it. I don’t want to be a burden.”
“You’re not,” he said, cutting her off with a determination that startled them both. “You could never be.”
The sincerity in his voice cracked something in her, and for the first time, she let out a shaky breath, her guard crumbling just enough to let the relief show. “Jamie,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “Thank you.”
He reached out tentatively, his hand brushing her arm in a gesture of comfort. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, giving her a shy but reassuring smile. “Together. Okay?”
She nodded, swallowing hard, and for a moment, she let herself lean into him, resting her forehead against his shoulder. It wasn’t her usual style–she didn’t lean on people, didn’t admit to needing anyone. But Jamie’s kindness, his quiet, unassuming strength, felt like something she could rely on, just this once.
Jamie had been nervous about sharing his bed with Lena, but her insistence on setting boundaries helped settle his jitters.
“I really appreciate this, Jamie,” she said as she stood in his bedroom doorway, arms crossed. Her voice was softer than usual, tinged with the vulnerability she rarely let show. “But I want to be clear–this isn’t anything romantic, okay? I’ve given up on dating for a while. Guys have just been… too much.” She looked away briefly, her eyes distant. “You’ve been amazing, and I don’t want to ruin that by leading you on.”
Jamie nodded, his throat tight. “Lena, I don’t expect anything from you. I’m just happy to help.” His smile was shy but sincere. “I mean it.”
Her gaze softened, and she stepped closer, touching his arm lightly. “Thanks, Jamie. You’re one of the good ones.”
That night, he took the couch, insisting she take the bed, and when she protested, he waved her off with an easy grin. “It’s just a mattress, Lena. You need real sleep.”
A week later, on a quiet Friday night, the two returned to Jamie’s apartment after a long day. Neither had plans, so they decided to unwind with a few beers and a movie. The vibe was easy, relaxed, their camaraderie having grown over the past week. Lena sprawled out on the couch in her usual casual wear–this time, a tight crop top and a pair of shorts that left little to the imagination.
Jamie tried not to stare, but her every shift drew his gaze–her toned stomach, the way her shorts clung to her hips. He was only human.
Halfway through the movie, Lena nudged his arm. “Hey, Jamie. Wanna cuddle?”
His heart skipped. “Uh, sure. Yeah,” he stammered, trying not to sound too eager. She shifted closer, tucking herself under his arm, her body warm against his side. The faint scent of her shampoo filled his nose, and his chest tightened as she sighed contentedly.
“This is nice,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost drowsy.
Jamie barely managed a reply, his body already reacting to the proximity. Her bare thigh brushed against his, and he couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting to the way her crop top rode up, exposing even more of her skin. When she shifted again, her head resting on his lap, the thin fabric of her shorts pressed against his leg, and he realized with a jolt that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
His body betrayed him almost instantly, his arousal growing despite his desperate attempts to will it away. He squirmed slightly, his breath catching as he tried to adjust himself without drawing attention. But Lena noticed.
She glanced up, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Jamie… are you hard right now?”
His face flushed crimson, and he stammered, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean– I just–” He trailed off, covering his face with his hands. “God, this is so embarrassing.”
Lena giggled, sitting up just enough to look at him more closely. “Relax, cutie. I mean, I am lying on your lap in, like, the skimpiest outfit ever. I’m not surprised.” She tilted her head, studying him, her smile softening. “You’re too sweet to be embarrassed about this.”
“I just– I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he mumbled, his voice muffled behind his hands.
“You’re not,” she said gently, brushing her fingers over his arm. “If anything, it’s kinda flattering. Besides…” Her grin turned teasing as her hand slid down his thigh, her fingers brushing lightly over his hardness, making him shudder. “I think you deserve a little appreciation, too.”
Jamie gasped, his hands falling away as her touch sent electricity through him. “Lena, you don’t have to–“
“I know I don’t,” she interrupted, her voice low and warm, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “But I want to. You’ve been so good to me, Jamie. Let me take care of you… the way you’ve taken care of me.” Her hand squeezed gently, making him moan softly, his head falling back against the couch.
“Lena,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “That feels… so good.”
“Aww, you cutie,” she teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss over the fabric of his pajama pants, right where he was hardest. “But you have to wait until the movie’s over, okay?”
He nodded quickly, his breathing uneven as she continued to rub him through his pants, her touch slow and deliberate, building his arousal until he was almost shaking with need.
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As the movie played on, Lena’s hand didn’t just rest idly on Jamie’s thigh. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers trailed upward, brushing along the fabric of his pajama pants, teasing him with light, feathery touches that left him trembling. His breathing hitched as her hand finally settled over the hard outline of his cock, her palm pressing gently against him.
He gasped, his hips shifting slightly, as if drawn to her touch despite his nervousness. “L-Lena…” he murmured, his voice shaky.
“Shh,” she whispered, her voice warm and teasing. “Just relax, Jamie.” Her fingers began to move in slow, deliberate strokes, tracing the length of him through the fabric. She watched his face carefully, a playful smirk tugging at her lips as his head tipped back against the couch, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
Unable to resist pushing him further, Lena hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pajama pants and tugged them down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, hard and eager, and her eyes gleamed with mischief as her hand wrapped around him. The touch was light at first, her fingers gliding along his length, teasing the sensitive skin. Jamie groaned loudly, his hips twitching as she began to stroke him with slow, deliberate motions.
“Oh my God, Lena,” he gasped, his voice breaking. “That feels… incredible. You’re so good at this.”
Her smile widened as she leaned in slightly, her free hand coming up to rest on his chest. “You’re so sensitive, Jamie,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over his frenulum. The reaction was immediate–his entire body jerked, and a deep moan escaped him, raw and unrestrained.
“Right there,” he managed to choke out, his voice trembling. “Oh, Lena… that spot… it’s so good… I-I’ve never…”
Lena grinned, her thumb circling the spot again, watching with delight as his cock twitched in her hand. “This little spot, hmm?” she teased, pressing just enough to make him shudder. “You’re so easy to please, Jamie.”
He nodded frantically, his hands gripping the cushions as if they were his only anchor. “Yes–oh, yes, Lena. I don’t know how you’re doing this, but it feels… oh God, it’s amazing.”
Lena grinned again, her hand slowing but never fully stopping as her fingers danced lightly along his length, teasing him with feather-soft strokes. She avoided the sensitive spot that had him gasping earlier, instead letting her touch wander along the shaft, keeping him simmering just below the peak of pleasure.
“You’re so sensitive, Jamie,” she murmured, her voice warm and teasing as her hand moved with a deliberate lightness. “I could probably play with you all night.”
Jamie groaned softly, his head tipping back as his hips bucked slightly into her hand. “Oh, Lena… I… it’s so good,” he murmured, his voice trembling.
Her smile widened, her free hand coming up to brush the hair from his damp forehead. “Shh, Jamie,” she said, her tone low and playful. “We’re still watching the movie, aren’t we?”
He whimpered softly, nodding as best he could, though his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of her gentle touch. Her hand continued to glide along his cock with a slow, languid rhythm, enough to keep him on edge but not enough to send him spiraling. The tension in his body never fully left, his arousal thrumming steadily as she expertly teased him.
For a while, she avoided the sensitive spot that had nearly undone him earlier, her fingers focusing on the base of his cock, then moving to his head with soft caresses, her touch firm but restrained. She could feel him twitching under her hand, his breathing uneven as he fought to stay composed.
Then, without warning, her thumb ghosted over his frenulum again, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Jamie gasped sharply, his body jerking as he moaned aloud, the sound raw and desperate.
“Lena,” he panted, his eyes snapping open to meet hers, wide and full of pleading.
She laughed softly, her voice low and sultry. “Mmm, did I find your spot again?” she teased, her thumb brushing it once more, earning another shaky gasp from him. “You make the cutest sounds when I touch you like this.”
Her hand continued to move, alternating between teasing strokes along his shaft and those maddeningly gentle caresses over his most sensitive spot. The tension in his body built steadily, his hips shifting restlessly as he tried to hold himself together.
“You’re so good, Jamie,” she murmured, her voice almost a purr as her hand worked him with expert precision. “So patient… so sweet. I love watching you like this.”
Jamie whimpered, his hands clutching at the couch cushions as his head tilted back again. “Lena,” he moaned, his voice trembling. “You’re driving me crazy… it’s too good…”
“Shh,” she whispered again, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his temple. “Let’s keep watching, Jamie.”
Her words didn’t match her actions, though, as her hand never stopped moving, her strokes alternating between teasing and deliberate, keeping him on edge for the rest of the movie. Every time he thought he couldn’t take any more, her touch would soften, pulling him back just enough to leave him desperate for more.
Jamie was in heaven, his chest rising and falling in shaky breaths as he stared down at Lena’s hand wrapped around his cock. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing–a beautiful, delicate hand, her fingers so soft and feminine, slowly gliding over his most sensitive skin with practiced ease. Her nails were painted a clean, pearly white, their shine catching the light every time her hand shifted. A silver bracelet dangled loosely around her wrist, glinting with every motion, adding a touch of elegance to the already surreal moment.
It was overwhelming in the best way. Jamie couldn’t look away, couldn’t believe what he was seeing, what he was feeling. That’s a woman’s hand, he thought, his breath hitching. A gorgeous, perfect hand… on me. On my dick.
The softness of her skin, the way her nails caught the faint light, the subtle curves of her knuckles–it was all so entrancing, so impossibly real. Every little detail added to the fantasy he was living, only it wasn’t a fantasy. This was Lena. She was here, touching him, her warm smile making his heart thrum as much as her teasing strokes made his body ache.
“You’re so quiet, Jamie,” Lena teased, her voice a soft purr. “Are you still trying to convince yourself this is real?”
He nodded quickly, unable to form a coherent response. His eyes darted between her hand and her face, his awe palpable. “I just… I can’t believe this,” he managed to stammer. “Your hand… it’s so beautiful. It’s actually… on me.”
Lena laughed softly, her thumb circling the sensitive head of his cock, making him shudder. “Of course it’s on you, sweetie,” she said, her tone playful but warm. “Where else would it be?”
Jamie groaned, his hands gripping the couch as he tried to steady himself. “It’s just… I’ve dreamed about this–about you–and now it’s actually happening.”
Her smile softened, and she tilted her head, watching his face as her fingers continued their slow, deliberate strokes. “You’re adorable, you know that?” she murmured. “The way you’re looking at me… like you can’t believe I’m real.”
“I can’t,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze dropped back to her hand, marveling at the way her painted nails contrasted against his flushed skin. “You’re perfect, Lena. Everything about you is perfect.”
She leaned in, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth as her hand slowed, her touch gentle but insistent. “And you’re too sweet for your own good, Jamie,” she whispered, her lips curving into a grin. “Now stop overthinking and just enjoy this. Let me make you feel good.”
Her words sent a fresh surge of pleasure through him, his cock twitching in her hand as she resumed her slow, teasing rhythm. Every stroke, every brush of her fingers felt like magic, and he couldn’t help but moan softly, his head tipping back as the sensations consumed him.
“Lena,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “This… this feels like heaven.”
She laughed again, her bracelet jingling softly as she gave him a firmer stroke, making his body jolt. “Good,” she murmured. “That’s exactly where I want you to be.”
As the movie’s credits began to roll, the soft glow of the TV painted the room in flickering shadows. Lena’s hand never stopped its gentle rhythm, her fingers gliding over Jamie’s cock with maddening precision. She alternated between light, teasing strokes and deliberate squeezes that kept him hovering on the edge of pleasure, his breath coming in shaky, uneven gasps.
Jamie tilted his head back against the couch, his chest rising and falling as soft groans spilled from his lips. “Lena,” he whispered, his voice trembling with awe, “I… I don’t want this to end… It’s perfect.”
She grinned, leaning in close so her lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Good,” she murmured, her voice warm but playful, a sultry edge woven into her words. “Because I’m not done with you yet, sweetie.”
Her hand slowed slightly as the credits ended, and she shifted her body to face him, her warmth pressing against him as her hand lingered on his length. Jamie’s gaze flicked up to meet hers, his eyes filled with reverence and need, every nerve in his body on fire from her touch.
“Jamie,” she said softly, her voice low and inviting, “can I ask you something?”
He nodded quickly, his throat dry as he struggled to form words. “Y-yeah,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Anything.”
Her fingers began to move again, tracing slow, deliberate circles along his shaft as she held his gaze. “Do you want something more tonight?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, her tone daring yet tender, a question that carried more weight than the words alone.
Jamie swallowed hard, his body trembling under her touch. “S-something more?” he stammered, his face flushing. “Lena, I… I mean, you don’t have to–“
Before he could finish, her thumb pressed firmly against the sensitive head of his cock, her other fingers curling just slightly to press against his frenulum. The effect was immediate–Jamie gasped sharply, his body jolting as a loud, broken moan escaped his lips.
“What were you saying?” Lena asked, her tone dripping with amusement as she tilted her head, watching him squirm under her touch. Her smile was warm but teasing, her thumb still rubbing small circles on the head, ensuring he couldn’t find his words.
“I–oh God,” Jamie groaned, his hips shifting as if trying to meet her hand. “I don’t even… I can’t think when you do that.”
“Good,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding as she eased her touch slightly, letting him catch his breath. “I like having this effect on you.”
Her hand resumed its slow, teasing strokes, her thumb grazing the underside of his shaft just enough to make him shudder. “You’re so sensitive,” she said, her smile widening as she watched his reactions. “It’s like I’ve got you completely under my control.”
Jamie moaned softly, his head tilting back again as his hands gripped the couch cushions. “You do, Lena,” he admitted, his voice trembling. “You’ve got me… completely. This feels… oh God, it feels so good.”
Her lips curved into a softer smile, a mix of affection and satisfaction lighting her eyes. “I can see that,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over his frenulum again, making him whimper. “But I have a question, Jamie. Something important.”
He blinked up at her, his gaze hazy with pleasure, barely able to focus as her hand continued to move. “Anything,” he said, his voice almost breaking.
“What do you want?” Lena asked, her tone a mix of warmth and mischief. “Anything you want, sweetie. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen.”
Jamie hesitated, his breath hitching as her fingers pressed firmly along his shaft, her touch making his entire body tremble. “I… I don’t want to take advantage of you,” he whispered, his voice laced with uncertainty.
“You’re not,” Lena assured him, her lips brushing his cheek as she pressed against his sweet spot again, drawing another loud moan from him. “See? You’re not asking for anything I don’t want to give you.”
Her hand never stopped, her strokes slow and deliberate, coaxing him into a space where words felt like a monumental task. “You deserve this, Jamie,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over him one more time. “Now tell me… What do you want?”
Jamie hesitated, his breathing uneven as he tried to steady his voice. “I–I, uh… I want you to put it–uh, put it inside,” he stammered, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I shouldn’t have asked… I’m sorry–I–“
Before he could finish, Lena’s thumb pressed firmly against his most sensitive spot again, cutting his words off in a loud, broken moan. His hips bucked instinctively, his entire body jerking at the overwhelming jolt of pleasure.
“Shh,” Lena said softly, her voice warm and teasing as she leaned in, her lips just brushing his ear. “What were you saying, sweetie? I think I missed that part.” Her fingers didn’t let up, circling his frenulum with maddening precision, keeping him squirming and gasping beneath her touch.
“Lena!” Jamie groaned, his hands clutching at the couch cushions as he tried to find his breath. “I–I can’t even think when you do that.”
“Good,” she murmured, her grin widening as she gave him another slow stroke, her thumb lingering on his sweet spot just long enough to make him tremble. “Because I think I know exactly what you want, Jamie. And you don’t have to apologize for it.”
Jamie opened his mouth to speak, but another press of her thumb stole the words from him, leaving him gasping, his head tipping back against the couch.
“You want me to let you put it inside, don’t you?” she asked, her voice dripping with playful warmth. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him, her hand slowing just enough to keep him on edge, never letting him fall over.
“Yes,” Jamie finally managed to choke out, his voice trembling. “Oh God, yes, but only if you… I don’t want to take advantage of you, Lena. I just–“
“Jamie,” she interrupted gently, her tone soft but firm as she cupped his cheek with her free hand, forcing his gaze to meet hers. “You’re not taking advantage of me. I want to give this to you. You deserve it.”
Her words sent a wave of relief and anticipation coursing through him, his chest tightening as he searched her face for any hint of doubt or hesitation. But there was none–just warmth, mischief, and a tenderness he’d never dared hope for.
“Do you trust me?” Lena asked softly, her hand still stroking him with agonizing skill.
“Yes,” Jamie whispered, his voice trembling. “Completely.”
She smiled, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips before pulling back, her eyes never leaving his. “Then let me show you how good it can be,” she murmured.
With that, she stood, her hands moving to the hem of her crop top. She pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, revealing her bare skin beneath. Her shorts followed, sliding down her hips and pooling at her feet, leaving her completely nude before him.
Jamie’s breath caught, his gaze raking over her body with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “You’re… perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of reverence.
Lena grinned, stepping closer and tugging him gently by the hand until he was standing before her. She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Come here, sweet boy,” she murmured. “Let me give you what you’ve been dreaming about.”
Jamie’s breath caught as Lena stood before him, her body completely bare, radiant in the soft glow of the room. His heart pounded in his chest, and his hands trembled slightly as she reached out to guide him closer, her touch gentle but insistent.
As his gaze traveled over her, his cheeks flushed even deeper, a mix of awe and hesitation washing over him. “Lena,” he whispered, his voice shaky, “I… I have to tell you something before we… I mean… before we go further.”
She tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as she saw the nervousness in his eyes. “What is it, sweetie?” she asked, her voice warm and soothing, her hands brushing lightly over his arms.
Jamie hesitated, swallowing hard as he looked down, unable to meet her gaze. “I–I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m a… I’m a virgin.”
The words hung in the air, his embarrassment evident in the way his shoulders tensed and his hands fidgeted at his sides. He dared a quick glance up at her, his face flushed as he added hurriedly, “I know that probably sounds pathetic, and I don’t expect you to–“
“Jamie,” Lena interrupted, her voice firm but gentle. She cupped his cheek with one hand, guiding his gaze back to hers. “It doesn’t sound pathetic. Not at all.”
Her lips curved into a tender smile, her thumb brushing softly over his cheek. “You’re so sweet, Jamie. Kind, patient… you’re everything those other guys I’ve been with weren’t. And honestly?” She leaned in slightly, her eyes sparkling with affection. “I think it makes this even more special.”
Jamie blinked, his breath hitching at the warmth in her tone. “You do?”
She nodded, stepping closer so her body pressed lightly against his, her hands resting on his chest. “Yes. You’ve been so good to me, and I want this to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of. You deserve to feel cared for, Jamie… to feel like the amazing man you are.”
His chest tightened, his heart swelling at her words. “Thank you, Lena,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I–I don’t even know how to say how much this means to me.”
She smiled, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to say anything,” she murmured against his mouth. “Just let me take care of you tonight.”
With that, she guided him back to the couch, her movements slow and deliberate as she reclined, her legs spreading invitingly. “Come here, sweet boy,” she said softly, her voice laced with warmth and desire. “Let me show you how good it can feel.”
Jamie hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, his body trembling with anticipation as he positioned himself between her legs. His hands hovered over her thighs, his gaze flickering between her face and the sight of her bare body, unsure where to start.
“You’re doing just fine,” Lena said gently, reaching up to guide his hands to her hips. “Take your time, Jamie. I’m not going anywhere.”
The reassurance calmed him, and he leaned down, his lips brushing hers in a deep, tender kiss as his body pressed against hers. Her warmth surrounded him, her hands guiding him as she helped him position himself at her entrance.
“Go slow,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “Feel everything. I want you to enjoy every single moment.”
Jamie nodded, his breath hitching as he began to push forward, her body welcoming him inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and awe that made his head spin.
“Oh, Lena,” he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. “It feels… it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
She smiled up at him, her hands cupping his face as she pulled him into another kiss. “And you’re so sweet,” she whispered. “This is your moment, Jamie. Let me make it unforgettable for you.”
Jamie’s breath came in shaky gasps as he eased into her, his hands trembling where they rested on her hips. Lena’s warmth enveloped him fully, a sensation so intense and unfamiliar that it made his head spin. Every inch of her seemed to invite him deeper, her body soft and welcoming, and the tenderness in her eyes grounded him amidst the overwhelming pleasure.
His movements were slow, almost hesitant, as though afraid he might somehow ruin the moment. “Lena,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, “I… I don’t know if I’m doing this right.”
Lena chuckled softly, her fingers brushing through his hair as she guided his head down for a kiss. “You’re perfect, Jamie,” she murmured against his lips, her tone warm and full of reassurance. “Just keep going, sweetie. Take it slow. I’m here with you.”
Her words soothed him, and he began to move more confidently, his hips rocking gently as he felt the incredible tightness and heat of her around him. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through him that bordered on dizzying, and the way Lena sighed softly beneath him only heightened the moment.
“You’re so good,” she whispered, her hands sliding down his back, her nails grazing lightly over his skin. “So sweet, Jamie. I love the way you’re touching me.”
He groaned, his face pressing into her neck as he struggled to keep his composure. “Lena, it feels… I don’t have words,” he confessed, his voice trembling. “It’s… perfect. You’re perfect.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her body aligning with his in a way that felt natural, intimate. “You’re doing so good, baby,” she whispered, her voice dripping with affection and a hint of desire. “Just let yourself feel it. I want this to be everything for you.”
Jamie nodded, his thrusts growing a little deeper, a little more confident as he found a rhythm. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, soft gasps and murmured praises spilling from both of them. Lena’s hands never stopped moving, stroking his back, his shoulders, her touch guiding him, encouraging him.
Jamie’s voice was raw with emotion as he pressed deeper, his movements faltering as the overwhelming sensations coursed through him. His hands gripped her hips tightly, like a lifeline, his head buried in the crook of her neck.
“Lena,” he groaned again, his voice trembling. “Oh God, I’m not gonna last… it’s too much. You feel… you feel so good.”
Her fingers threaded through his hair, her touch soothing even as her body tightened around him, urging him on. “It’s okay, sweetie,” she whispered, her voice low and full of affection. “Don’t hold back. Just let yourself feel it.”
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jamie murmured, his breath shaky as he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. His gaze was filled with awe, his cheeks flushed, his lips parted. “I’ve dreamed about this–about you–but nothing could ever feel this good.”
Lena’s heart twisted at the innocence in his voice, the way his words carried so much gratitude and wonder. She cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Jamie, you’re incredible,” she murmured, her tone soft and full of sincerity. “You’re making me feel so good, too. I’m so happy I can give this to you.”
He shuddered at her words, his hips moving in deeper, more deliberate strokes as he found his rhythm. The sensation of her body wrapped around him was overwhelming, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t hold back the words that spilled from him.
“I love being inside you, Lena,” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. “It feels like heaven. Nothing feels better… You’re so perfect. Thank you… Thank you for letting me have you like this.”
Lena’s lips parted in a soft gasp, her arms wrapping around his back as she pulled him closer. “Jamie,” she murmured, her voice tender, her hands stroking his back as his movements grew more confident. “You deserve this, sweetie. You deserve to feel everything.”
His thrusts became slightly faster, his breath hot and uneven against her neck as he clung to her. “I feel so lucky,” he whispered, his words full of raw emotion. “It feels like a dream. Thank you… I’ll never stop being grateful for you. You make me feel like I’m the luckiest man alive.”
Lena had never felt like this before. With every gentle movement, every soft word from Jamie, a weight she hadn’t realized she’d been carrying began to lift. All those times with the jerks she’d dated–the ones who had made her feel like nothing more than a body to conquer, an object to claim–seemed to fade into the background. Jamie was different.
His touch wasn’t demanding; it wasn’t rushed or careless. It was reverent. Like she was something precious, someone he cherished. Every time he whispered her name, every time his eyes met hers with that mix of awe and gratitude, it chipped away at the negative beliefs she’d carried for so long. Beliefs she had never said out loud but that had lived in the back of her mind, whispering cruelly that she wasn’t enough, that she was only wanted for what she could give.
But Jamie wasn’t taking from her. He wasn’t using her. He was showing her–through every soft kiss and trembling touch–that he valued her.
“You’re perfect, Lena,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as his hands roamed her sides, not with greed but with a gentle yearning. “I don’t even know how to describe how amazing you are… how lucky I feel just to be here with you.”
Her chest tightened at his words, her eyes softening as her hands slipped into his hair. “Jamie,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “You… you make me feel so…” She paused, struggling to find the words, before finally letting the truth spill out. “You make me feel worth it. Like I’m more than what I’ve been told I am. More than… what I thought.”
Jamie’s movements stilled for a moment, his wide eyes locking with hers, his breath catching. “Lena,” he said softly, his tone laced with tenderness, “you’re worth everything. You’re beautiful, inside and out. Anyone who made you feel less than that… they didn’t deserve you.”
Tears pricked at her eyes again, her heart swelling with a mix of gratitude and disbelief. She cupped his face, pulling him into a deep, slow kiss, pouring everything she couldn’t say into the way her lips moved against his.
When they broke apart, her forehead rested against his, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re making me feel things I didn’t think I could feel anymore,” she admitted. “Thank you, Jamie. For being you.”
Jamie’s hands cradled her hips, his touch steady and warm. “I should be thanking you,” he murmured, his voice full of awe. “You’re everything, Lena. And I’ll never stop trying to make you feel that way.”
Her smile softened, and she nodded, her body melting into his as they moved together again. For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt seen. She felt valued. And in Jamie’s arms, she felt whole.
“You are lucky, Jamie. And I’m lucky too… because you’re mine tonight.”
Her words sent a jolt through him, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deeper, gasping at the way her body responded to his. He was close–so close–and every soft sound she made, every word she whispered, pushed him further toward the edge.
“I’m–oh God, Lena, I’m gonna–“
“Shh,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Let go, sweetie. I’ve got you. I want to feel everything you have for me.”
Her voice was the final push, and Jamie groaned deeply, his body trembling as he reached his peak, waves of pleasure crashing over him. He buried his face in her neck, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he let himself go, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.
Lena held him close, her hands stroking his back and brushing his hair gently and slowly, her voice soft and soothing. “You did so good, Jamie,” she murmured, her lips brushing his temple. “You’re amazing.”
His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his body still trembling in her arms. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you so much, Lena. That was… I don’t have words.”
She smiled, her touch never stopping as she cradled him against her. “You don’t need words, Jamie,” she whispered. “Just know you deserve it all.”