Page 3 of Joker
“That I own your heart?” I quietly confirm, almost too scared of the answer, could he really feel the same way as me.
His eyes never leave mine as he reaches out and wraps a hand around the back of my neck.
“Yes, I meant every word I said Carrie. I’m not sure when my feelings for you changed, but they have, and I want us to be together. Do you feel the same for me?”
I nod my head, too scared to say the words out loud in case this is all a dream.
His hand tightens on the back of my head, and his lips come closer and closer until finally, he kisses me. Slow at first, and then as I open up for him, the kiss grows hungrier and demanding. His tongue explores my mouth. His hands move to my lower back. Pulling away, we’re both breathless. My hands wander and glide over his arms and down his stomach.
“Please, Jay, I want this,” I beg.
“Carrie, are you sure? I’m not pressuring you. I’ll wait till you’re ready.”
Nodding my head, I reach out to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. Not giving him the chance to stop me. He takes his hands from around my neck. They glide down my sides as he reaches the bottom of my dress, pulling it over my head leaving me in my bra and panties.
Feeling a little self-conscious of my plain white bra and so very unsexy underwear, I start to cover myself with my arms. His hands stop my arms.
“Please don’t hide from me. You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”
Looking into his eyes, I can see his honesty. Removing my arms from across me, I grip the hem of his t-shirt and start to lift it over his head. It gets a little stuck, and he has to help me causing us to laugh. He began to remove his jeans and underwear until he’s naked. I start to remove mine, but he stops me again.
“I want to unwrap you,” he said seductively. Smiling, I lay back and let him remove my panties.
He’s then leaning over me, unclipping my bra, so I’m laid naked in front of him. His eyes take every inch of me in. He licks his lips which makes me squirm and heat appears between my legs. He looks like he wants to eat me.
Bending down, he kisses me so hard and full of the passion of the situation, his hands stroking my arms and sides. His kisses move onto my chin, to my shoulder, and down to my breasts. Pebbling them with kisses, he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. A gasp escapes my mouth, causing him to stop and jump back.
“Oh, did I hurt you? Was it not good?” He looks so nervous and scared.
Giggling, I say, “No, it was nice, just didn’t realize it would feel like that.”
We both start to laugh. Neither of us knows what we’re doing.
He starts to kiss me again, and his hands glide back down my sides getting closer and closer to my pelvis. Finally, after what feels like too long, his fingers run through my pubic hair, and he finds my clit. The sensation of his fingers on the little bundle of nerves causes me to gasp and my back to arch. Our breathing is becoming more erratic, and my whole body feels like it’s on fire.
His fingers glide to my entrance, they stop just inside, and his eyes find mine. He’s watching me intently as his fingers slide inside of me. His name slips from my lips as my back arches.
“Fuck your beautiful,” he says. His voice is husky, and he’s struggling to catch his breath.
Removing his fingers after pumping them into me a few times, he positions himself at my entrance, getting a serious look on his face.
“Beautiful, I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt. Fuck I wish it didn’t, but it will be good after, I promise.”
This is killing him. Running my fingers against his cheek and cupping his face, I tell him those three golden words, “I trust you.”
His lips hit mine and devour me. I feel him push into me, and then he tears through my hymen, causing me to whimper at the sting. A tear slides down my cheek before I can stop it. Noticing, he kisses it away. He’s holding himself so still. After a few beats, the pain eases.
“Please, Jason, make me feel good. I won’t break, I promise.”
With a slight smile on his face, he starts to move. Pressure begins to build inside, and every time he enters me, it causes me to gasp at the feeling. Soon his pace picks up, and the pressure’s too much that I fall over the edge. It’s a totally blissful feeling, screaming his name as I come.
Looking at him, he has a look of pure love on his face.
He starts to move again, his rhythm more erratic as he finds his release. With a roar, he comes cursing my name.
Holding each other tight the blanket wrapped around us, with Brantley Gilbert singing about being a “Grown Ass Man” in the background, looking up at the stars. I know this is heaven. I could lay here in this man’s arms forever. Staying silent, both of us taking in what just happened, he speaks first.
“Thank you so much for trusting me with being your first.”
