The first week of living together had been a whirlwind of adjustments and discoveries. By the end of the week, Jay and Keifer had found a comfortable rhythm, their days filled with shared meals, laughter, and stolen kisses. But as the week came to a close, they both felt a growing tension, a longing for each other that had been building since they moved in together.
On their eighth night in their new home, Jay emerged from the bedroom, dressed in a sexy nightdress. The silky material clung to her curves, the deep V-neck hinting at what lay beneath. Keifer, who had been reading in the living room, looked up and nearly dropped his book.
"Jay," he breathed, his eyes widening as he took her in. "You look... incredible."
Jay smiled, walking towards him. "Do I?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "I wasn't sure if it was too much."
Keifer set his book aside, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's not too much. It's... perfect."
Jay stopped in front of him, her hips swaying slightly. "I'm glad you think so," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Keifer swallowed hard, trying to keep his desire in check. He wanted her, more than anything, but he also wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to take his time with her. He stood up, his hands reaching for hers. "Come here," he said, his voice low.
Jay let him pull her close, her body pressing against his. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, could feel the heat radiating from him. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and saw the struggle in his gaze.
"You're trying to control yourself, aren't you?" she whispered.
Keifer nodded, his hands tightening on hers. "I want to take my time with you, Jay. I want to make this... special."
Jay smiled, her hands moving to his chest. "It will be special, Keifer. No matter what. But... what if I don't want you to take your time?"
Keifer's breath hitched. "What do you mean?"
Jay leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "What if I want you now? Right here. Right now."
Keifer's grip on his control slipped a little. He could feel his body responding to her, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He reached up, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks. "Jay, are you sure?"
Jay nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sure, Keifer. I want you. Now."
Keifer's resolve crumbled. He picked her up, his hands gripping her thighs as he carried her to the bedroom. Jay laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs locking around his waist. He kicked the door closed behind them, his mouth finding hers in the dark.
He laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps. He ran his hands down her body, feeling the soft fabric of her nightdress, the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs. He could feel her arching into his touch, her body responding to his.
He reached for the hem of her nightdress, his fingers brushing against her skin. She shivered, her eyes never leaving his. He slowly pulled the fabric up, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every dip, every freckle. She was beautiful. She was his.
He leaned down, his mouth finding her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. He could feel her fingers tangling in his hair, her body moving beneath his. He could feel her losing control, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body arching into his.
He moved lower, his mouth finding her stomach, her hips, her thighs. He could feel her legs trembling, her body tensing. He could feel her nearing the edge, her body responding to his touch, his mouth, his tongue.
He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light. He could see the desire in her eyes, the need, the want. He smiled, a slow, predatory smile. He was going to make her lose control. He was going to make her scream his name.
He leaned down, his mouth finding its target. And he did just that. He took his time, exploring every inch of her, teasing her, tasting her, until she was writhing beneath him, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.
"Keifer," she whispered, her voice ragged. "Please."
Keifer looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Please what, Jay?" he asked, his voice low.
"Please," she begged, her body arching into his. "I need you. Now."
Keifer smiled, a slow, sensual smile. He stood up, his eyes never leaving hers as he undressed. Jay watched him, her breath coming in short gasps, her body aching with need. When he was finally undressed, he climbed back onto the bed, his body covering hers.
He entered her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel her body wrapping around him, could feel her heart pounding in her chest. He started to move, his body rocking against hers, his hands cupping her face, his mouth finding hers.
They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding in their chests. Keifer could feel Jay's body tensing, could feel her nearing the edge. He reached between them, his fingers finding her center, teasing her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Keifer," Jay gasped, her body tensing, her nails digging into his back. "I'm... I'm... oh God, Keifer..."
Keifer felt her body convulsing around him, felt her release, and it pushed him over the edge. He groaned, his body tensing, his release matching hers.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Keifer looked down at Jay, his eyes filled with love. "I love you, Jay Mariano," he whispered.
Jay smiled, her hands cupping his face. "I love you too, Keifer Watson. More than you'll ever know."
And in that moment, they knew. This was more than just sex. This was love. This was home. This was forever.