Chapter 148 - Head Deep

Purple haze clouded my mind, taking away the ability to form coherent thoughts. All on my own, I tugged open JJ's button-up shirt, sent my hands exploring the planes of his chest. There was some hair there, just as golden and curly as on his head. There were scars, too, old and speaking about a history of violence. But vampires didn't scar. Only humans.

Somehow, that observation made the moment stand out sharper, more real. He was real, my helper, my guardian, my vampire, with all his charm and mysteries, with his history, with everything he said and didn't say, with everything he felt and didn't feel.

But even without that thought, I was head-deep in the moment, and in the person with whom I shared it, already. It was impossible not to be. The way JJ's hands kneaded my breasts was sooo good and only made me yearn for more. I rolled my hips against his in an instinctive drive for friction, provoking a simultaneous groan from the both of us. It excited me even more, these small reactions from him, the hungry look in his eye, the "yesss, here" he hissed when I took a page from his book and toyed with his nipples.

I imparted them on him, me, in this old being that had seen more in his long life than I could even imagine, and more women, too. Enough to compare. But he didn't.

There still were too many clothes between our skins. I began to pull my shirt over my head and JJ gave way, only for long enough for this piece of clothing to fall to the floor. The rush of air didn't even register on my heated body, but my nakedness did.

I went still, only for a fraction of a second, but enough for JJ to pause, too. This, and everything further, was untouched ground between us. The weight of the moment settled upon us, but there was too much raw need in me right now to hesitate any longer. More need than ever. It waited for a long time, that repressed emotion, and now that the cork popped—be that by adrenaline of another close brush with death, the catastrophe that happened in the city or just the feelings that were held on a leash for too long—it erupted like a blazing volcano.

"Ma—" JJ began to say, but I interrupted him with a finger over his lips. The softness of them was just too irresistible—I had to touch them with my own, but only for the briefest moment. I pulled away before this peck could turn into something bigger, because I still had something to say.

"Don't stop." I grabbed JJ's shoulders and used them as a hold to bring our torsos closer before I could slide off his lap. "Show me your best moves, JJ."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with both lust and humour now. "This goes without saying, ma chèrie. You don't deserve any less."

My stomach fluttered from the bashful elation his casually smooth compliments could bring me, though my heart beat like a drum and my breaths had long turned into panting. I didn't have a long time to digest the feeling, though, before JJ pulled my bra's cups down, freeing my breasts out of their confinement.

It was entirely different to feel the touch of his hands on me with no barriers between us. It scorched me like ice and molten iron put together, enough to make me gasp and moan from that simple touch alone. And when JJ put these hands of his to work, I turned into a hot mess in seconds, only to become a frustrated hot mess when he suddenly pulled back and moved his hands to my sides instead. They fit there snuggly, but these soft caresses were just not enough.

He gave me a sly smirk. "You know what I find the most versatile and powerful tool in the art of sex?"

I groaned. "I'm really not in the mood to think about the answers to that question." With a thought in my mind that if JJ was in a mood to ask at all instead of showing, then it simply wasn't just, I rubbed our hips together again, with more energy. He seemed to like it, and I sure liked it as well.

"Ah… It's a tongue," JJ's reply was somewhat breathless. "Allow me to demonstrate."

All complaints went out of my mind when he put that tongue and his mouth on my nipple and sucked. The tension that had been slowly building up in my nether regions spiked up.

"Oh, God," leaped out of my mouth as my eyes rolled into my skull. "JJ!"

He chuckled, but didn't stop. I clutched onto him for dear life,  as his hands moved away from where they supported my waist, to the waistline of my pants. He unbuttoned them, something which had my full approval, vocal and otherwise (though, to be fair, at the moment my "yes" could've been meaning just about anything). There wasn't enough space for me to shrug off my pants, though, not unless we disengaged for a while, which I protested for by clinging to JJ like he was my lifebuoy in a storm).

JJ still paused, though. He devoured me with his eyes as I took heavy breaths, and then gave me a deep, almost bruising kiss.

"Amazing," he whispered against my lips.

"Thanks, you too," I said lamely. The level of my mind that wasn't too muddled took a note to come up with something better when I will have the brain capacity for it.

He just chuckled. "Let's take that off." He reached to unclasp my bra. It fell somewhere in "I'm going to spend an hour looking for it later" territory together with my shirt, and then his joined it when he shrugged it off.

Then his fingers tugged at the already low hanging waistline of my pants, and my own fingers joined them.