Knight in Shining Armour || Jesse and Vienna
If there was one thing that was undeniably present, it was the sense that she found her place in the world whenever her skin so much as touched Jesse’s. She always found herself reveling in the warmth of his skin against hers, the feeling that everything was right and would never be wrong again. Her eyes fluttered closed, giving in to the pure bliss of the situation as his lips pressed to the side of her head. Their intensity and love could give the illusion that they left fire in their wake, burning up the ground at their feet with the affection she felt in a simple touch. Vienna took a deep cleansing breath as Jesse busied himself with the bottle of shampoo and positioned himself behind her, her lungs taking in the steam that had managed to envelope around them that she hadn’t even fully noticed until now. It was relaxing, and if anything made the sentimental weight of their love making heavier. Her muscles relaxed as Jesse’s hands reached her hair, a hum of appreciation bubbling up from the depths of her throat. His fingers working against her scalp felt like heaven, a bubbly tickling sensation that left her high on his touch. She sighed in blatant disappointment when his fingers detached from her dark strands, but ran her own hand through her hair anyway as the water fell against it, washing the traces of shampoo away. She craned her neck to the side, watching as her soap lathered loofah connected to her shoulder. Vienna leaned her body back against his, letting her head hang back and sighing softly as he traveled the length of her breasts. He was leaving a trail of static on every inch of her skin that he covered, and for a brief moment she found herself thinking that nothing could ever pull her away from this space with him. Enough would never be enough, with him exploring her body this way.
Turning her head farther to look back at him, she met his eyes with a glistening love that she would never be able to form into words. Her favorite murmurs of 'I love you's' weren’t the ones that she spoke out loud, but the ones that she could show him through expressions and actions. They seemed to bare her true feelings in a better light, somehow. And she would never stop going to insurmountable lengths in attempting to get him to even begin to understand how much she adored him. And adored him more and more everyday, if that was even possible anymore. Vienna would die for him, without so much as a second thought. She would do anything if he asked her to, not that she ever expected him to abuse that power. It wasn’t who he was, another reason why she found herself so lucky to share everything with him. She turned her entire body around, interrupting his soapy mission against her breasts as she peered up at him. Her lips spontaneously pressed to his, her hand hungrily pressing against the back of his head to pull him closer. She could stand there forever and experience the addicting taste of his lips against hers, nipping at his bottom lip and allowing her tongue to run across it. When she began to feel short of breath, all she could find herself thinking was that she could waste time breathing later. Her lips continued to move against his before they finally seized, only to travel a line across his jawline. Vienna placed a trail of kisses down the length of his neck, before maneuvering over to the curve of his shoulder. She lost herself in her assault, forgetting completely about the lingering suds against her breasts as her lips descended to pass his chest. She slowly lowered herself along with her lips, eventually reaching his stomach and feeling her knees hit the shower floor.
Kisses against his hips as she reached them lingered, becoming hesitantly slower as her mind went into an overdrive of more intimate urges. Before she could think about it too much, Vienna shut her brain off and brought a hand up to stroke the length of his penis. She grasped it lightly, her eyes lifting to make contact with his as they burned with a rekindling desire as she lowered her attention back down. Without further hesitation her tongue slowly slithered out to meet his tip, testing the waters teasingly. She continued this motion a second time, before she slowly slid the length of him in between her willingly parted lips. Her mouth widened around him as she took him in, somehow managing to fit the entirety of him into her mouth despite feeling a presence against the back of her throat. Vienna couldn’t help but be impressed with herself, it being no secret to her that Jesse wasn’t exactly what she’d consider… easy to take in. She felt her heart beating against her rib cage as a moan that stayed stuck in her throat sounded in the space between them. Her head bobbed in a rhythmic motion, focusing on her actions at first before her eyes finally lifted to sneak a glimpse at his face.
With rapt fascination, he couldn't tear his eyes away from his ministrations. The way the bubbles clung her porcelain skin was nothing short of mesmerising, and Jesse divulged in his enchantment as he slid the loofah lower, coating her stomach in his sudsy wake. His mind envisioned him replacing the trail with his tongue, dipping into her curves and crevices as her mewls of pleasure reached his ears. As he played out his momentary fantasy, he felt a surge of blood drop to his abdomen. He was hard once more, and had no qualms about it. Evidently, his body would never tire of Vienna--- forever trapped in a constant state of arousal and need. As Vienna pressed her body into his, he jerked to his full attention. Her damp, slippery skin rubbed against him, serving to fuel the heat that licked his stomach. "Mm." Dropping the loofah, his fingers replaced the trail. Sweeping over her stomach, his fingertips created tracks among the suds. He wanted her-- again. But was she too sore? His teeth played with his lower lip as his hand glided along her skin, wishing with vehemence that he could control his reactions to her in times like this.
As she turned, Jesse almost lost his footing. The emotion that shined so brightly in her eyes hit him like a truck, and he was positive the same undeniable love reflected in his own depths. Jesse attempted to regulate his breathing as insurmountable waves of elation bombarded him. Vienna was it. Imagining experiencing this with someone else was unfathomable. He couldn't picture not waking up next to her sleepy face in the morning, nor could he dream that he'd never find this irrevocable love within the heart of his best friend. His heart constricted, overwhelmed with the pure emotion flooding his chest. He loved her so fiercely, so devoutly, that his chest was immobile. It wouldn't let him feel anything but the intensity of his yearning for her love. Her lips met his, and the tightness within him loosened, becoming free as he delved into her taste. A sound of animalistic pleasure clawed along the confines of his throat as one resolute thought raced through his mind: He was hers. His hand reached to encompass the nape of her neck as they kissed, his stomach tightening with delicious frustration as she nipped at his lip. His chest heaved as she caressed his jaw with kisses, travelling along the bunched skin taut with awareness. His breathing quickened as her mouth cascaded along his chest, causing his abdominal muscles to ripple beneath her kisses.
Jesse's eyes widened fractionally as he stared down at her, drinking in the sight of her on his knees before him. Gushes of warmth burned his stomach, the evidence of his arousal flushed and hardened beneath his belly button. He should protest, but damn, he wanted this. He wanted to feel her delicate mouth wrapped around him, surrounding him with her warmth. Jesse held his breath as fragile fingers traced the caressed the length of his shaft. His eyes were held prisoner as her gaze met his. His hand reached to smooth away soaked hair that clung to her cheek, the movement seeping with tenderness. Her pink tongue escaped her lips, meeting him with a tentative lick. She slid him into her mouth slowly, and Jesse groaned harshly at both the sensation and the sight of her lips forming a perfect 'o' to accommodate him. His hands smoothed across her head as he fought the instinct to delve deeper, to lose himself entirely to the hot heat that enveloped him. Jesse's head dropped back as her mouth began to move deliciously, and his jaw clenched from his desire to growl his pleasure. Like a racehorse, the beating of his heart pounded so furiously it threatened to explode in his chest. He couldn't describe with words how Vienna's mouth caused him to tread a fine line between agony and bliss. It was simply an enjoyable torture. His head lolled forwards, his hungry gaze solely focused on her working him. Jesse's hand gripped her hair as he battled the urge to come, wanting to prolong this for as long as possible. He let a low moan escape as he felt himself constrict. He was so hot. Jesse's cheeks flushed feverishly as two fingers tapped her temple, warning her. "V-Vienna..."
