Lights Out (Short Story. NSFW)

When I met him, I didn’t think it would turn out the way it did.

Jamie was a confident man, but quietly so. He was very much the strong, silent type, standing at 6’2 with buzzed brown hair and a strong pair of shoulders.

He worked in the Financial District, so it was only on the weekends when I didn’t see him in a suit. We were neighbours and passed each other frequently in the hallway to our apartments that lay smack opposite the other.

Jamie was always kind to me. Despite his cool demeanour that made many men not want to cross him, he always greeted me with a lovely smile when we got home from work at the same time.

I won’t lie to you, Jamie was very handsome and I’d thought so since I first saw him. I was too shy to take things further than a basic, “Hello” for months, before he took it upon himself one evening to ask me how my day went.

Every assumption I’d had about him had been completely wrong. I built up this image that he was some flashy high-flyer who probably was too big for his boots, as nice as he was to me. But he wasn’t. He was very much a guy’s guy, down to earth and had a wonderful sense of humour.

He made me laugh and he often told me how he liked to hear my giggle. We were from two completely different worlds; me and my artsy, Bohemian way and him with his suave, slick life, yet we clicked.

A few weeks later, in between our chats and relaxed, platonic evenings together over takeout food, our apartment block had a power cut. Whilst finishing up some work on my laptop, my world was plunged in to darkness. The phones were dead and the heating not working.

It was then I heard a faint knock at the door.

“Hey,” Jamie whispered when I opened the door, holding a lit candle with that smile I couldn’t resist, “Fancy some company?”

“I take it everything’s gone out on the entire block?” I asked as I let him in.

“Looks that way.”

When we got settled on the sofa, he placed his candle, snug in its silver holder on the coffee table, while he brandished a smaller candle from his jacket pocket.

“Here you go,” he smiled as he lit the candle, “A small candle for a small woman.”

My mouth twisted in amusement. I was good bit shorter than Jamie at 5’3 and he never let me forget it.

“That’s rich, coming from a giant!” I laughed and playfully swatted his arm. He gave a melodramatic, “Ow!” as we both laughed. When it came to Jamie’s humour, I gave just as good as I got.

The candles warmly lit the space around us. With the heating down, it began to get colder as time went on. So, I brought my throw from my bedroom, wrapping myself up when I got back to the sofa.

“You cold?” Jamie smiled lazily at me. When I sat back down, he draped his arm around the back of the sofa. He always did, but this time the atmosphere was different. He sat closer so our knees touched and his voice grew gentle.

“Come here…” He coaxed me in to his side, “Let me keep you warm.”

I didn’t complain at all, it just felt so right to be nuzzled up against his chest. I rested my head in the crook of his neck when he tilted my chin up with his hand.

The warm glow of the candles brought out his strong cheekbones, chiselled jaw and his brown eyes that gazed down at me darkly. Before I knew what I was doing, I gave in to my feelings and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his.

Jamie kissed me back, taking his time to explore my lips. He cupped my face with his hands as we kissed and when we finally broke apart, he touched his forehead against mine.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for months…” He admitted sheepishly. I ran my fingers through his buzzed, spiky hair.

“Me too.” I whispered, when he began to kiss me again.

We each savoured the other, as if we were never to do it again. Before long, we slowly began to undress each other, peeling off each layer of clothing like a layer of our souls to get to the vulnerable core. Jamie gently lowered me on to my back before he got a condom from his suit pocket. I let his lips explore my body for a little longer before he slowly slid inside me.

“How does that feel?” he whispered.

“Good…” I replied, as I grew accustomed to the feeling of him. When his hips touched mine, he slid fully inside. I gasped at the pleasant feeling, my walls clenching around him. “Really good.”

He started a slow, steady rhythm, kissing me softly with a hunger I longed never to end. I let his hand trail down the curve of my hip and back up to cup my breast, gently massaging when he lowered his lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. Every movement he made was like heaven. The weight of him on top of me, his hot breath tickling my skin as he kissed me, our delicious rhythm building between us while we made love suspended me in time. All I wanted was to stay in this moment for as long as I possibly could.

Steadily he built up the pace, the friction sweet and tender until he was pumping, fervent and animal, in and out of me. I wanted more. I needed more. I clawed at his muscular back, arching under him while the sound of his deep, male grunts sent me dizzy.

Please, Jamie!” I begged him, “Faster…please…faster!”

As I begged, Jamie slowed his pace, exquisitely keeping me at the edge. He chuckled as he stared down at me hungrily.

“Wanting more, are we?” he teased, placing a feather light kiss on my cheek. I groaned desperately.

“Please, Jamie…please…” My body cried out for release, my mind nothing more than a daze. All I could do was beg him for more.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you beg…” Jamie growled and lightly nipped my neck. I gasped sharply and he chuckled again. He thrust forward, holding still, watching me moan in delight when he began to move fast, hard so our hips slammed against the other.

In a warm rush, my climax hit me. I split apart at the seams underneath him, my eyes scrunched shut as I moaned his name above the roar in my ears. My release unravelled him. He wrapped my thighs around his forearms, setting to his knees. His hips began to jerk, his body stiffen.

Arrrgghh yeah…” He hissed through gritted teeth, “Yeah…yeah…fuck!

Jamie came in harsh shouts while electric aftershocks shuddered through me. Quivering underneath him, my breath shook as he bundled me up in to his arms.

I nestled my head in the crook of Jamie’s neck while he placed tender kisses on my forehead.

Me and Jamie stayed like that until we blew out the candles, falling asleep naked in each other’s arms.

*

Violet Grey

Copyright, 2018 – Life of Violet

All Rights Reserved.

*Picture – Pinterest

15 thoughts on “Lights Out (Short Story. NSFW)

      1. Lol xD Well thank you that’s very kind of you 🙂 I’m prone to anxiety occasionally but I don’t really worry that much (not anymore anyway! lol) I just poke fun at myself and not take myself too seriously xD x

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