Flight Delay: Chapter Four

Being Naughty

“You’re so beautiful, Spring.” His quiet voice held a note of reverence and awe.

To her eyes, she was flat without her bra. Well, not flat exactly... Barely a B cup... She chose not to negate his opinion. She reached out to stroke her hands over the contours of his muscular arms and chest. “So are you. Perfect.”

Far from it, both of them, but they saw each other through the eyes of love.

With gentle fingers, he explored the slopes and peaks of her breasts, enjoying the tiny sounds of pleasure and surprise she made. “You never fooled around before – at all.”

“No one has ever touched me, JC. A couple guys tried to cop a feel, but they were sorry,” she replied arching her back, pushing into his hand.

Spitfire. He guessed she’d been forced to defend herself at a very early age. “Not gonna knee me if I put my mouth on you, are you?” he asked teasingly.

She giggled. “As if!” Reaching up she drew his head down to one breast.

JC spread damp kisses over her satiny flesh until he reached the hardened rosy nipple. He licked over the bud again and again.

“JC...” she whimpered, begging for more.

And he gave it. Firming his lips, he sucked, tugging her into his mouth.

“Oh, God!” Spring hadn’t known... It was as if her breast was connected directly to the core of her, that empty place she longed for him to fill. Her hips pulsed up of their own volition.

Skimming a seeking hand down her body, he sought the fastening of her jeans, making quick work of it. Sliding the hand beneath the elastic of her panties, he teased and tugged at the dark curls he was certain he’d find there. She was wet, swollen, ready – well, nearly ready. While he continued to court her breast with lavish attention, he slipped one long finger into her slick heat.

“JC!” Her hips bucked up, forcing his finger deeper. “Oh, please, quit teasing...”

He gazed into her face with a knowing smile. “It’s called foreplay not teasing.”

“Make love to me, darling. Make me yours,” she urged.

“You already are mine,” he growled, the primitive male in him freeing itself from his control. Swiftly, he dragged the jeans and panties from her legs. Her sandals had long ago fallen off. Grabbing a condom from the bedside table, he sheathed himself. Snatching back of modicum of civility, JC eased himself between her thighs. He entered her slowly inch by inch until he bumped up against her maidenhood. He’d never actually encountered a hymen before. It was so sobering; he stopped.

Spring realized he was holding himself still above her on shaking arms. “JC?”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, your arms will give out eventually, so you have two choices,” she stated wisely. “Do it or get off.” Her sweet, trusting gaze shone up at his face. “My personal preference here is, do it.”

Leaning in JC kissed her lingeringly as he pushed down. Her nails bit into his back as he lodged deep within her tight body.

The pain was gone quickly, leaving Spring feeling him throbbing within her, stuffed full and connected. “This,” she declared, “is wonderful.”

He chuckled. “We haven’t gotten to the wonderful part yet.”

“Ah, the head banging, mind blowing orgasm part.”

Damn, for a sweet little virgin she was a lighthearted delight. “Yeah.”

“I’m ready.”

“I bet you are.”

Tentatively, he began rocking into her. When she showed no sign of discomfort, he increased the pace and depth of his movement. Answering him by lifting herself into his downward stroke, she telegraphed her approval. None of her teasing, however, had prepared her for what happened next.

Pleasure, she’d never known to existed in reality, spread from the center of her being outward and still somehow managed to coalesce deep within her core. Every cell seemed to tighten, every corpuscle burned, until ecstasy exploded into white heat.

“Jay-cee!” Spring cried out.

Throwing his head back, JC gave a primitive shout of claiming as rapture rushed upon him.

“It has never been like that before,” JC assured Spring as they lay together, finally able to breathe normally. Their hearts once again finding a normal cadence.

“Really? You’re not always that good,” she taunted, drowsily drawing patterns on his damp chest with her finger.

“I’m not always with a cheeky virgin,” he mused.

“Well, that won’t happen with me again. I’m pretty sure once it’s broke, it’s broke.”

Yeah, there had been blood on the condom. He had the primal urge to roar when he’d seen the scarlet stain. This was his woman now. He doubted she would appreciate the Neanderthal attitude.

“So there’s no use to do it again, huh?”

JC jerked back in surprise at her words. “What!”

“Well, if it’ll never be that spectacular...”

Deciding not to pick up the gauntlet of challenge, JC kissed her softly. “It will always be that spectacular with us, Spring,” he promised. “Always.”

And since always had a limited run of their stay in New York, she had some things she wanted to do. “And we’ll do all those naughty I want to do?”

“Naughty things?”

“Well, I’ve never done anything... So there’s a lot I’ve never done.”

He chuckled, cuddling her close. “We’ll get around to it. All of it eventually. I promise.”

After a long while of whispering, nuzzling and cuddling, the couple drifted off in an exhausted sleep, still in a close embrace. It had been a long, tiring day for them both – Neither had expected to find love and a deep connection to another human being when they had awakened the previous morning.

Though she’d had a late night and very little sleep, Spring woke easily. Her time with JC was short. She wasn’t fool enough to believe this vacation from reality could last beyond the next day – if that long. In sleep, she had evidently turned away from JC, but he hadn’t allowed her to move away. His arms were wrapped securely around her as if to prevent her escape. Spooned together as they were, she couldn’t help noticing his hot, big morning erection against her rear. Somehow even that made her feel cherished. She had never slept with a man and she found it had its advantages. Too bad it couldn’t last. She only had today – so she had better get to it!

“No, baby, go back to sleep,” JC mumbled, still mostly asleep, when he felt Spring pulling away. He dragged her back, burying his nose against her neck.

“JC... Bathroom...” Amusement colored her voice.

He guessed it wasn’t an unreasonable request. Loosing his arms, he murmured, “Come right back.”

“Go back to sleep, darling,” she whispered. Before she left the bed, she pressed a brief kiss on his lips.

Smiling he turned over, not once opening his eyes.

Padding across to the bathroom, Spring quietly closed the door, hoping JC would continue sleeping and get the rest he needed for the basketball game that afternoon.

A different person gazed back at her in the big mirror. Her hair was a rumpled mess. Her eyes shone with love. Her mouth was deep pink and swollen from passionate kisses. Whisker burn had left a rosy patch of skin between her breasts. And if the sweet ache between her legs was not proof enough that she had been well-loved, the smear of dried blood on one thigh would have reminded her.

She wanted to hug the whole world! She wanted to shout her love for everyone to hear! – And since, she couldn’t even say those words to the man who’d made her his, not wanting to make him feel some sort of guilt or obligation, she’d take a shower instead.

In his sleep, JC became aware he was in bed alone. Spring. Where was Spring? Ah... the bathroom... How long did that take? Then he heard the muffled sound of water. She was showering? Dammit, he’d had plans...

Now fully awake, he sat up, glaring at the bathroom door. This was not how it was supposed to go. He was going to wake her with kiss and make love to her, maybe do some of those naughty things to her she wanted to try. His eyes flicked to the condoms waiting on the bedside table – a slow smile spread over his face as an idea came to him. Naughty things could happen in the shower.

Snatching up a couple of the tiny packets, he bounced out of bed. “Spring, prepare to be naughty!” he called.

“C’mon, Spring, let me get you something,” JC coaxed as they walked towards the area where they would meet the rest of the guys before the game. “Something to remember this weekend.”

She refused to even look at him. Was he crazy? As if losing her virginity and her heart were not souvenirs enough! “I don’t need anything.”

He wasn’t used to the expectation of giving nothing. That’s not what he’d become accustomed to since NSYNC took off. Girls wanted something. “You can have anything. Whatever you want. Name it. It’s yours.”

“JC...” Spring gritted her teeth. Was this the norm for him? He was sweet and caring, a fantastic lover and women only wanted what material compensation he could offer. He wasn’t the crazy – the women were!

“Honey,” he hooked an arm around her waist, bringing her against his side, “I wanna get you something.”

They were passing an open box of souvenir tee-shirts for the event. She plucked one up. Tired of the entire conversation, she shoved the shirt at him. “Buy me a shirt,” Spring announced as she jerked away.

“Spring!...” JC protested, but she kept walking.

For all Spring knew, she’d already been carrying her permanent souvenir from the weekend – Sammy.

“You still got that shirt?” JC asked.

She turned widened, startled eyes on him. Was he reading her mind? “Yes.” In fact, it had never been worn, kept as a precious possession, wrapped carefully for safekeeping, hidden in her closet.

“Baby, when you look at me like that...” JC lowered his mouth over hers. He took mere sips until she began to respond. The arm that had been around her shoulders moved so his hand cupped the back of her head, holding her still for his mobile exploration of her sweetness.

Whimpering helplessly, Spring turned to press more fully against him, her hands moved to his neck. This was what she remembered, the feeling possessed, cherished, and oh-so-alive.

This had to mean something, damn, it did, JC decided as their tongues taunted and tangled. His other arm pressed her to him, fairly dragging her on to his lap. He’d waited years to feel this again, this perfect oneness—

“What’re you doing, Mom?”

Sammy had awakened from his nap.

Tearing his lips from Spring’s, JC pressed her face to his shoulder in a protective gesture. He managed an almost normal voice while his insides quaked. How he had was a mystery to him. “Dude, you ready for dinner?”