Chapter 2: Building Tension
The following morning, Liz and Jay woke up feeling more rested and content than they'd felt in a long time. They both were still arm in arm, wrapped up in the silky sheets that had caressed their bodies the night before.
Jay stirred first, his eyes fluttering open to meet Liz's gaze. He smiled, brushing a stray hair away from her face. "Morning, beautiful," he said in a soft whisper.
Liz smiled back, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Morning, stud," she teased, nuzzling against him.
Jay chuckled, wrapping his arms around her tighter.
Liz could feel Jay's morning wood pressed tightly against her thigh, and she couldn't help but grin.
Liz's stomach growled softly.
"I'll take that as a sign to get up and get us some breakfast," Jay said, his voice still husky with sleep.
Elizabeth reached up to run her fingers through his messy hair, "Thanks, love."
Jay kissed her on the forehead before climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of sweatpants.
He looked back at her, his eyes filled with so much love and lust, she felt herself getting wet just looking at him.
Their gazes held, and the atmosphere between them shifted from playful to heated in an instant. Liz bit her lip, her eyes hooded with desire.
"Fuck, Liz. You need to stop looking at me like that," Jay growled, his cock twitching in response.
Liz smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Never."
Jay rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but grin.
Liz watched him as he moved around the room, her heart swelling with love and desire. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him, and she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life exploring every inch of his body, learning every detail of his soul.
She stretched her arms above her head, letting out a content sigh. Her muscles ached in the most delicious way, reminding her of the pleasure and passion they had shared. She couldn't wait to do it again, and again, and again.
Jay left for the kitchen to start breakfast, giving Liz a chance to catch her breath and get ready for the day.
Liz still had work today, and she knew she needed to get a move on or she would be late.
She begrudgingly dragged herself out of bed and padded over to the dresser. She pulled out a pair of scrubs and a bra, quickly dressing in front of the mirror. The bra she chose was decidedly for function over form, she had to work after all. But she took a few extra moments to smooth her hair and apply a touch of lip gloss, unable to resist the chance to feel put together.
She pulled on her scrubs, smoothing the wrinkles out of the fabric as she double-checked the pockets for her ID badge and stethoscope.
She wanted to look professional and put-together for her patients, even if she wasn't feeling quite as put-together as she looked.
She glanced at herself in the mirror one last time before heading out of the room to find Jay. She found him in the kitchen, two plates piled high with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast on the counter.
Jay was beginning to start dishes, his back to her. She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her body against his.
"I thought I'd make you breakfast before work."
"Thank you, that's so sweet," Liz replied, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade.
Jay turned around, his hands still wet from the dishes. "Mm, I like this view," he said, his eyes raking over her body in a way that made her heart race.
Liz blushed, unable to suppress a grin. "You always had a thing for my scrubs."
Jay chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face. "That's because they never fail to remind me that you're the most beautiful doctor I know."
Liz's cheeks grew even warmer at his words.
"Well, I am glad I can make your mornings a little more exciting," she teased.
Jay laughed and shook his head. "That's an understatement," he replied, his eyes filled with mischief.
Liz playfully punched him on the arm and grinned. "Behave," she said, before sitting down at the breakfast bar to eat her breakfast.
Jay joined her, as he turned away from the sink, dishes forgotten for the moment.
As he approached the bar, Liz raked in his toned form with her eyes, still in awe of the man she had married.
She couldn't believe she landed such an incredible man who knew how to make her body hum with pleasure and her heart melt with love.
As Jay plodded towards the stool, his morning wood still visibly present, Liz's eyes caught site of it and her grin couldn't be contained. She had an insatiable desire to devour him whole, but she knew that they couldn't quell the desire, they had responsibilities, work, life - all that boring adult stuff.
Jay slid onto the stool next to her and took a bite of his egg. He noticed her gaze and chuckled, "Not now, Liz."
She mock pouted, but then rolled her eyes and started eating her own breakfast. The food tasted better than ever.
Each bite seemed to linger on her tongue, a sensual tease that played with Liz's taste buds as she savored the indulgent flavors.
Jay's presence beside her only fueled her desire, the warmth of his body a constant reminder of the passion that burned between them.
Liz finished her breakfast, her gaze never straying far from her husband.
He finished as well, his eyes flicking from his plate to hers.
"want some more?" he asked dryly.
Liz felt a torrent of salacious responses surge towards her throat, but she swallowed them down. "No, thank you," she replied demurely, pushing away her plate.
Jay rose from the stool and took her speck free plate to the sink. Liz used this opportunity to admire his form from behind again. His chiseled back muscles flexing as he washed off their shared meal. As she stared at his sexy figure, she couldn't help but think of what they could be doing right now if they didn't have work.
As Jay turned around and caught that hungry gaze, her cheeks flushed red. Jay blew a kiss before turning around to the kitchen sink to continue cleaning up the mess from breakfast.
Liz unabashedly admired his athletic form from behind, her eyes lingering on the curve of his backside and the narrow waist below.
She remembered how effortlessly Jay had picked her up last night and gently laid her down on their bed, the same bed they'd shared their first night as husband and wife, and the countless nights in between.
Jay's torso flexed, the muscles shimmering in a soft, golden glow courtesy of the morning sunlight streaming in from the kitchen window.
"Keep looking at me like that, and you'll be late for work," Jay said, not turning around. He sensed her eyes on him, taking in every part of him, and it only served to make him harder.
Liz chuckled, a playful sound that echoed through the bedroom. "I can't help it. You always know how to wake me up." But despite her feigned indifference, Liz couldn't banish the image of Jay, his strong, toned back wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants low on his hips, as he washed the dishes.
Liz knew she had to leave for work now, or she risked being late. She walked over to him and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
Jay's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to face her with a smile. "You're leaving already?"
Liz hesitated, and for a moment, she thought about telling him to come with her and skip work altogether. But she knew they couldn't. She had patients waiting, people who relied on her expertise.
"Yeah, I really have to get going," she said. She gave him another lingering kiss and backed away. "I'll see you later, Jay."
Liz left the room but as she touched the front door Jay called out, "Wait! I almost forgot!" Liz turned from the door to see Jay jogging out of the kitchen. She went through her mental checklist, keys, wallet, ID badge, stethoscope, phone. She was good to go.
But Jay kept approaching.
Liz raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Jay didn't respond, instead he roughly pushed her into the door. He pushed his entire torso against hers, his erection pressing against her belly, causing her to moan from the unexpected contact.
Her breathing quickened, her eyes widening as he pinned her against the door with his body, his hands grabbing her hair to crane her head to the side.
The side of her neck, her pulse point, was now the perfect target for his mouth.
He gave her an unbelievably hard hickey, marking her as if she belonged to him.
And she did belong to him, as he belonged to her. Her hands clamped on his back, nails digging into his skin, leaving half-moon imprints from the force of her grip.
Just as fast as Jay had come on to her, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and disoriented, leaving Liz feeling like she'd been plunged into an ice bath.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes mere slits, pupils dilated, focused intently on Jay.
"W-what was that for?" she stammered, touching the sensitive skin of her neck. She could already feel the purple ring forming beneath her fingertips.
Jay chuckled, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"So none of the other docs will hit on you," he said, smirking. "You're mine, and everyone should know it. Now get to work, Dr. Johnson."
And then, just as quickly as he approached, he turned and left the room returning to the unfinished dishes.
It left Liz dumbfounded. Her chest heaved, still trying to steady her breathing.
Liz's mind in this moment could have rivaled any pornstars, all thoughts of work completely gone.
She watched him return to the kitchen, his taut muscles visible beneath his sweatpants, every movement a testament to his strength.
Her mind screamed, 'DICK. DICK. DICK.'
The obscene word reverberated in her mind, making her blush furiously and then giggle uncontrollably.
She couldn't believe Jay had just marked her like a caveman, as if to say 'mine'. But then again, given the intimacy they'd shared and the ongoing competition between them, she shouldn't have been surprised.
Liz again turned to the door to leave, a newfound energy propelling her forward. She was already ten minutes late and had only just pulled herself away from another scorching display of passion between them.
But she couldn't help the smile on her face as she opened the door and stepped out, knowing that Jay could see her from the kitchen.
She walked outside and she heard Jay call out, "Have a wonderful day, Elizabeth!"
"Whew," she whispered to herself, a sly grin on her face, her made-up mind to pay him back later.
Once she arrived at the hospital, she checked in with her supervisor and got to work seeing patients.
It was a long day, full of complications and emergencies, but she was able to keep her mind focused, thanks in part to the memory of the morning.
Later in the afternoon, when she finally had a moment to breathe, she called Jay.
"Hey, beautiful," he answered on the second ring.
Her mind returned to screaming, 'DICK. DICK. DICK.'
She smirked, her heart racing with excitement. "I can't wait to see you tonight," she said, her voice husky with desire.
Jay chuckled, his voice low and deep. "I can't wait either, beautiful. I have a special surprise planned for you."
Liz's heart skipped a beat, her pulse quickening with anticipation. "What kind of surprise?" she asked, her mind racing with wicked thoughts.
Jay laughed, his voice dripping with mischief. "My lips are sealed for now, but I promise you, it will be worth the wait.”
Liz hummed in agreement, a playful smile spreading across her face. "Well, I best get back to work then, don't want to miss any patients because of my wandering mind."
"And I don't want to miss any opportunity to claim you," he replied, a hint of possessiveness creeping into his voice.
Jay asked, "can you pick up ingredients for dinner tonight?"
Liz smiled, a naughty gleam in her eye. "That's a great idea, I'll get them on my way home."
They hung up, their conversation ended, but their next appointment was looming large.
Liz hurried through the rest of her appointments, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the evening ahead, and the special surprise Jay had mentioned.
As the day wore on, Liz found it difficult to concentrate on her work.
Every single patient stared at the mark on her neck, their eyes widening in lust or wonder. She felt like a teenager again, with raging hormones and uncontrollable desire surging through every fiber of her being.
She didn't know how she was going to make it through the day.
She tried to focus on her tasks as much as she could, but she couldn't help her thoughts from veering off in a naughty, delicious direction.
Every now and then, she would sneak a glance at her watch, counting down the hours until she could go home and be alone with Jay.
Jay’s mark on her neck was bold, proud, and unapologetic, just like Jay himself.
Throughout the day, Liz's phone buzzed with text messages from Jay, his words making her pulse race and her heart flutter.
Each one was more NSFW than the last, and by the end of the day, she was practically squirming in her seat.
One particularly bold sorority girl licked her lips as she looked up at Liz, her eyes lingering on the area where Jay's hickey was displayed prominently, the shape of it now more defined.
Liz's face flushed deep red as she saw the girl's reaction, her heart galloping in her chest like she was running a marathon.
"You," the girl finally said, her eyes locked onto Liz's. "You have a hickey." She said it like she was talking to a freshman, patronizing and condescending.
But Liz was practically a heap of hormones, "yes, I do. I'll have to thank my husband later for it," Liz replied, her voice hoarse with a mix of desire and amusement.
The girl's eyes widened with interest, "husband? Wow. I hope when I get married, my husband fucks me half as well as yours does. I just want that so, so badly. You're so lucky," the girl said with an envious sigh.
Liz was out of her mind with pent-up desire, yet she had the presence of mind to give the girl a wicked smile and a wink.
"It's not easy being married to a sex god, all the earth-shattering orgasms and non-stop pleasure, jealousy and envy from all the other women," Liz deadpanned. The girl's eyes widened even further, her jaw hanging open. "But I suppose I'll survive."
Liz chuckled, dismissing the girl and getting back to work. She couldn't believe how quickly that interaction had turned, from a simple conversation about her hickey to a revealing confession about her marital bliss.
The hormones coursing through her veins were making her feel giddy, and the tips of her fingers now throbbed in response to her own thoughts.
After finishing up her appointments for the day, she collected her belongings and walked towards the hospital exit, her hips swaying in a subtle, seductive motion that betrayed the lustful thoughts running through her head.
As she stepped out into the late afternoon light, she took a moment to revel in her liberation.
She had completed her work for the day, and now she had the freedom to indulge herself in fantasies of Jay's muscular form and the myriad ways she intended to pay him back for his earlier display of passion.
As she started towards the grocery store, she couldn't help but admire the other people flowing in and out of the hospital, each one of them lost in their own world, just as she had been hours ago.
She found herself thinking about Jay again as she browsed the aisles of the grocery store. She wondered what his surprise was for her, and the mystery of it made her heart race.
Her phone rang, and she answered it with a grin, recognizing Jay's number. "Hello, my love," she purred into the phone.
"Hey, beautiful," Jay replied. "How was your day?"
"Long," she admitted, "but I couldn't stop thinking about you."
Jay chuckled. "I know the feeling. I've been counting down the hours until you get home."
Liz's heart skipped a beat. "Me too. I hope your surprise is as good as you promised."
Jay laughed again. "Oh, it will be. I've been planning it all day."
Liz bit her lip, excitement building inside her. "How's steak sound for dinner tonight? With a side grilled asparagus and mashed potatoes ?" Liz asked, her voice laced with excitement.
Jay sighed appreciatively on the other end of the line. "God, that sounds delicious. I'll get some champagne on ice," Jay replied, his voice sultry and seductive.
Liz's heart raced as she heard his words. She couldn't wait to indulge in the sumptuous meal and even more, see what Jay had planned for their special evening. "I'll see you soon," she said, her voice husky with desire.
"I can't wait," Jay replied, before ending the call.
Liz gathered the ingredients in her arms and made her way to the checkout, her mind buzzing with excitement for the night ahead.
The images that flooded her mind were intoxicating: steak sizzling on the grill, champagne flowing like water, and Jay's hands on her body.
It was enough to make an old-timey peasant stroke out from desire.
Her heart skipped a beat again, and she realized she'd been holding her breath.
She forced herself to take a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then took the groceries to the checkout line.
Her heart was pounding with desire, and she could hardly contain the excitement building in her core. She couldn't wait to get home to Jay, to devour the meal that awaited them, and to revel in the passion that she knew would come after.
The cashier gave her a curious look as she swiped the items over the scanner. "You seem to be in quite the rush," she noted, her voice friendly but with a hint of suspicion.
Liz tried to play it cool, hoping that her red cheeks weren't giving away her thoughts.
"Yep, Long day at the hospital," Liz replied, trying her best to keep her voice level. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she handed over her credit card.
As she left the store, the groceries in tow, Liz couldn't help but smile. She had been looking forward to this evening all day, and now that it was finally here, she could hardly contain her excitement. She climbed into her car and drove home, the scenery blurring by as she focused on the road ahead.
When she finally arrived at her house, Jay was already there, waiting for her on the porch.
He wore a full suit, complete with cufflinks and a tie, a stark difference from the sweats and bare chest he'd worn earlier in the day. It clung to his muscles in all the right places, emphasizing his sculpted physique.
She stopped at the top of the steps, taking him in from head to toe. He looked like a strong man, and yet there was something tender and possessive about the gaze he centered on her. The sight sent heat flooding through her body, making her stomach churn and her pulse race.
It was clear that Jay had gone to a lot of trouble to look good for her.
"Hi," she said, her throat tight with lust.
Jay's lips curved in a slow, sensual smile as he descended the steps towards her. "Hi yourself," he replied, "I've been waiting for you."
"I feel like I'm underdressed now," Liz said, gesturing to her scrubs.
"You could wear a paper sack and still be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Jay replied, his voice dripping with sincerity.
The words were enough to melt the resolve of even the strongest person, and Liz was no exception. She felt her heart flutter in her chest, and a warmth spread through her body.
Jay reached out and took the groceries from her arms, lifting the sacks as if they were empty.
"Thanks," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jay grinned at her, and she felt her heart stutter in her chest.
"Shall we go inside and start cooking?" he asked with a grin.
Liz nodded, unable to tear her eyes away from his handsome face, still stunned at how he made her feel.
They walked into the kitchen, Jay setting the groceries on the counter. As he started to unpack the ingredients, Liz reached up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against his neck.
Jay tensed at her touch, his eyes fluttering closed. A small groan escaped from deep in his chest, and Liz felt a surge of satisfaction flood through her.
She had the same effect on him that he had on her. She pulled away, a playful grin on her face as she watched him recover, opening the bag of vegetables she bought. The sexual tension between them was palpable, and it was taking every ounce of self-control they both had to not tear each other’s clothes off in the kitchen.
"Tease," he murmured, a playful growl in his voice. Liz giggled, feeling like the sexiest version of herself. She backed away and started to take out the ingredients for the dinner they had planned.
The conversation was light and playful as they chopped, sautéed, and grilled the meal. Every now and then, their hands would brush against each other, sending tingles up their spines, but they managed to keep their focus on the food.
Liz wanted to push Jay just a little, "do you know how hard it is to walk around with a hickey like this all day, and still try to look professional?" She said as evenly as if she were writing a prescription.
Jay didn't miss a beat, "it won't be nearly as hard as when you walk funny from how hard I make you come tonight."
Liz sputtered and dropped the knife she was using to chop the potatoes, blushing deeply.
Jay grinned and picked it up, using his tongue to taste it before handing it back to her. "Mmm, just as delicious as you," he said.
Liz's breath hitched, and her grip on the knife slipped slightly. If she weren't careful, she might just accidentally slice her hand off.
But Jay was as even as ever, effortlessly slicing through the raw beef as though it were nothing more than butter.
Now, with dinner preparations in full swing, their flirtation was reaching a fever pitch.
Every glance, every laugh, and every joke served to ramp up the tension between them.
Liz noticed herself shifting her weight as she stood, her body language giving away her current state of arousal. Jay wasn't immune either, his languid movements slowed, his eyes darkened with every exchange.
Liz pulled a bottle of champagne from the pantry. She studied it in her hands for a moment, feeling the heat of Jay's stare on her face before she finally met his gaze. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.
"food's done," Jay said, his voice gruff. He pulled the steaks off the grill, and Liz transferred the asparagus to a plate.
They plated the food in silence, the tension between them growing heavier with each passing moment.
Liz opened the champagne and poured them both a glass. They clinked their glasses together and took a sip.
The moment alcohol touched their palates, Liz grabbed jay by his waist and pulled him towards her.
She claimed his mouth in a frenzied kiss.
Her lips moved urgently against his, and her hands roamed freely over his muscular form.
Jay responded by breaking the kiss and pulling away, leaving Liz feeling breathless and wanting more, "what about dinner?" He asked, a glint of mischief shining in his eyes.
"Now who is the tease?" Liz replied with a seductive smile, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breathing.
Jay pinned Liz to the counter with his hips, grinning wickedly as he savored the way she trembled beneath his touch.
He put both hands on the cabinets behind her head, his chest pressed flat against her breasts, "me. I'm the tease." His voice low and gravelly. He growled in her ear, and she shivered.
Her body tensed, moaning as his tongue traced the column of her neck. He flicked his tongue over the mark he'd given her that morning, sending a ripple of pleasure straight to her core. She bucked against him, letting out a low moan of satisfaction. He slid one hand down her body, palming her ass through her scrubs.
His other hand ran up her thigh, teasingly close to her sensitive spot.
Liz closed her eyes, her breath hitching as Jay's masterful touch ignited a fire within her.
"Jay...oh God," she breathed, unable to resist the sensation building between her legs.
He chuckled softly before breaking contact just as fast as he'd started.
"Just a taste," she begged, her hands fumbling to untuck her top.
But Jay shook his head and moved back, transforming into a puppeteer, effortlessly controlling her every movement with his eyes alone.
Liz groaned. "Why do you have to be so good at this?" she asked, desperation seeping into her voice.
Jay's grin was positively devilish as he picked up both plates and sauntered out of the kitchen and towards the dining room.
Liz followed close behind, her body still humming with desire, every step she took sent heat into her cheeks.
She had no idea how she was going to make it through the meal without attacking him.
As Jay placed the plates on the table, Liz noticed that the lighting in the dining room had been dimmed, and candles now flickered atop the table, casting a romantic glow throughout the room. She couldn't help but smile at the effort he put into making this evening special for her.
The scent of lavender from a lone candle filled the air as they took their seats. Jay pulled out her chair as if they were at a fancy restaurant, and she couldn't help but feel like royalty. Royalty that would soon be be thrown into the throws of sexual deviancy, but still.
She grinned at him, taking her seat, "Thank you, kind sir."
Jay chuckled, "Always the lady."
As they settled into the meal, the tension between them was palpable. Each bite of food was a battle of wills, as Liz tried her best not to moan in pleasure with each succulent morsel that passed her lips.
Jay, on the other hand, seemed intent on teasing her at every turn. He grazed her hand with his own, leaving trails of fire wherever his skin brushed against hers.
She looked down at the beautiful spread in front of her. Two plates of steaming steak, her favorite asparagus, and delicious creamy mashed potatoes. She smiled up at him, "this looks amazing."
Jay topped off their glasses of champagne and looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with a raw hunger.
"So do you," he murmured before taking a sip from his glass.
Liz's heart skipped a beat, and she felt goosebumps rise on her arms. He was playing her like a fiddle, and she was completely at his mercy, and she was loving every second of it.
Jay went to refill their glasses, his movements smooth and precise. He was always in control, always the picture of calm and collected, but Liz knew better.
She watched the currents shift in his eyes, the faint twitch of his lip, the subtle tightening of his abs as he tried to hide his raging erection.
Liz had to control her breaths, trying her best not to lick her lips when she saw his hands on the bottle of champagne, his muscles flexing every now and then lifting the bottle with a casual ease.
She couldn't help but feel like the most desired woman alive.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Jay said, dropping back down into his seat.
Liz grinned at him, "I am. You've outdone yourself."
Jay looked pleased with himself, "good."
He raised his glass, and Liz followed suit, "To us."
"To us," Liz echoed. She was on edge, and every moment had her imagining just how good it was going to be when they finally made it to the bedroom.
She looked at Jay, who was clearly in the same boat. His eyes were dark with desire, and he couldn't hide the bulge in his pants. It was a wonder he was able to sit down without wincing.
His bulge was covered by the tablecloth, but she knew it was there, and judging from his restless shifting, he was acutely aware of it too.
Liz had an idea of what she wanted to do, a tantalizing plan brewing in her mind.
She put down her spoon and took her index finger finger to the mashed potatoes. She dipped her finger in the soft, gooey pile and lifted it up with intent.
Jay’s gaze followed her sensual movement, his eyes narrowing with lust.
She brought her potato-covered finger to her mouth and gently sucked the creamy potato off, never taking her gaze off Jay. His eyes darkened, and he clenched his jaw tightly, as he watched her.
“Hmm such a decadent delight,” she murmured to herself, raising an eyebrow suggestively at him.
Her naughty, lustful eyes watched as a vein pulsed in his neck as Jay visibly swallowed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as she took her time savoring the food she still held in her mouth.
Liz thought he was shifting a lot before, but now it seemed as if he was standing on a hot plate in the kitchen, every muscle screaming for release.
Liz couldn't help but lean forward, her lashes fluttering excitedly over her big, brown eyes, "are you enjoying the show?" She asked with a coy smile.
Jay held the utensils so tightly that they creaked in his grip, and for a moment, Liz thought he might snap them in two. Finally, swallowing hard, he managed to respond.
"what show?" His voice was hoarse, dry with desire. Liz giggled gently, enjoying her little game.
She dipped her finger in again, repeating her previous action, letting her eyes linger on his lap while she did it. Jay's eyes grew impossibly darker, and he swallowed convulsively again. Liz smiled as she lifted her finger to her mouth for the second time, letting her tongue dart out greedily to taste the mash.
Jay went from squirming in his seat to looking like he might jump out of it, still as a statue.
Liz let out a soft, breathy laugh, thoroughly enjoying herself. She had him just the way she wanted him. She took her time, letting her finger linger in the mash for a few seconds longer than necessary before she lifted it to her mouth and closed her eyes with a sigh, savoring the taste.
Opening her eyes again, she caught his gaze and locked on. She raised her eyebrows, as if inviting him to admit his pleasure.
"You're such a tease, Dr. Elizabeth," he managed to say through a tight jaw.
Liz laughed, "pot calling the kettle black, Counselor," she replied before dipping her finger into the mash a third time.
She scooped every remaining heap of creamy goodness on her finger, lifted it up, and closed her eyes as she slid it over her lips.
Jay couldn't take his gaze off her face. The way she licked the mash and moaned in pleasure while doing so was unbearably arousing. He felt sweat build at the nape of his neck; his fingers gripped the edge of the dinner table, he was on the verge of losing his control.
Liz opened her eyes after the last morsel disappeared into her mouth, cheeks still flushed.
Jay closed his eyes, a muscle twitching in his jaw.
"I think it's time we clean up," he murmured.
Liz stood up and started to collect the plates. Her heart pounded with excitement. She had never seen Jay so turned on before. She wanted nothing more than to drag him upstairs, rip off his clothes, and show him just how much she desired him, too.
But a small, devious part of her couldn't resist teasing him just a little bit longer. She wanted to make him pay for the frustration he had caused her earlier that day.
"are you going to help with the dishes or do I have to do it all myself?" She asked, trying to portray an air of nonchalance.
Jay's eyes snapped open, he looked every inch the predator he was, and Liz couldn't help but shiver at the intensity in his gaze.
As he rose he sported an erection the size of Texas, but showed no shame, simply picking up his plate and drink.
"After you," Jays tone was strained, the pressure in his pants had made it difficult to stand.
Liz smiled, deciding to take a little enjoyment from the power she held over him in that moment. She sashayed ahead of him, and made her way to the kitchen, making sure to sway her hips the slightest bit more than necessary. She could feel Jay's gaze on her, and it sent a thrill of excitement down her spine.
As she placed the dishes in the sink, she grinned to herself. She felt like a cat with a mouse, which was funny because she was the one who had been chasing him around their kitchen and dining room earlier.
She heard him move behind her, and when she spun around to face him, he was there. She didn’t expect him to be so close, and it made her catch her breath. He was only a few inches away from her.
"Let me help," Jays tone was still unbelievably strained, making her breath hitch as she remembered the contents of his pants. "Can't have you doing it all by yourself," he added, moving towards her slowly.
Liz shook her head, pointing to the plates. "I've got these," she murmured breathlessly, leaning back onto the counter. She felt the cool marble against the small of her back and closed her eyes, visualizing being on her knees with him standing over her, thrusting into her with wild abandon. Her cheeks flushed again, and she wondered if Jay had noticed.
He did, not that he was planning on telling her.
"Here, Ill rinse them and you can put them in the dishwasher," Jay had a plan formulating. And he couldn't wait to see it come to fruition.
He took up position right next to her, hip pressed against hers. His movements caused ripples of pleasure to wash over her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
Jay smirked at her, then leaned in to press a soft kiss to the crook of her neck, sending chills cascading down her spine.
"You're such a tease," she murmured, eyes fluttering closed as his lips roamed up to her ear.
"And you're such a temptress," he whispered back, before biting gently on her earlobe. He handed her the first plate with a wicked smile.
Liz snatched it eagerly, turning to set it in the dishwasher.
Jay played the moment perfectly, as she bent over, her ass aimed squarely at him. He turned his hips to press his now painfully hard cock against her, letting her feel just what she did to him.
Liz bit back a moan, trying to maintain her composure. How was she supposed to finish loading the dishwasher when her body was screaming for release? She fumbled with the dishes, feeling Jay's searing gaze on her backside.
But just as fast as he turned toward, he turned away, putting distance between them again, as if he hadn't rubbed his steel length against her for the past few seconds.
Liz looked over her shoulder, watching him rinse the dishes in the sink. She bit her lower lip as she considered going over to him, sopping wet and shivering with desire.
She turned back to the dishwasher, her senses heightened by his nearness.
Like clockwork, Jay moved to her back side again, his bulge brushing against her ass. Except this time Liz was ready.
She leaned into him, her own needy center pressed up against his pants, grinding her hips just enough to tease.
Jay’s breath caught in his throat as her ass pressed into his erection.
He leaned into her, letting out a low growl, and she felt him harden even more against her.
She moved her hips again, grinding against him in a slow, seductive rhythm.
Jay turned back to the sink, except this time his movements were more jerky, tense and frantic. At this point neither knew who was controlling whom anymore, and it was taking every ounce of self-control they both had not to pull each other's clothes off right then and there.
"The last dish," Jay said, with a shaky voice.
Liz turned toward the dishwasher and bent at the waist. She all but presented her ass to Jay, taking great care to balance on her tiptoes, pushing her glutes higher into the air, and wagging them gently at him.
Jay, of course, ground his hard-on mercilessly hard. The first few swipes were teasing glances, but this time, he grabbed her hips and roughly and strongly pulled her into him.
She pushed back against him, feeling his body twitch in response. God, he felt huge. Everywhere. He was going to be the death of her.
They were unraveling each other's self-control.
Liz let out a low moan, and Jay felt his balls tighten in response. He needed her right now more than his next breath.
Liz stood and shut the dishwasher door, turning to face him, her body language screaming out every desire she had for him, her eyes smoldering with lust.
Without hesitation, Jay crossed the space between them, claimed her mouth, kissed her with all the pent-up passion that he'd restrained throughout tonight's teasing.
Liz welcomed his kiss eagerly, her body shivering in anticipation as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer.
His touch seared a path across her skin, as if her scrubs weren’t there. Every point of contact felt as if it was on fire. She whimpered into the kiss as their bodies pressed tightly together.
Jay was a solid as stone, and she could feel his arousal through the thin fabric of his pants. He moved his hands down her back, as he broke the kiss. "Want to see what I had planned for dessert?" he whispered huskily.
Liz practically broke her neck nodding, "yes. please."
Jay grabbed a fist full of ass in each hand and scooped her up as if she were light as a marshmallow. She locked her ankles behind him, nipping and biting at his neck and earlobe as he carried her towards the stairs.
He couldn't exactly see where he was going with her plastered so tightly to him. Jay stumbled and pinned her hips to the wall as he reached the landing of their staircase. His breath was heavy, and Liz could feel it on her face.
She smiled at him, hooking her arms around his neck and continuing to kiss him hungrily, pressing her chest against his.
Jay pulled her off the wall and carried her up the stairs. Liz didn't feel his steps falter even once, even when she shifted her weight, pressing her center against him in a way that had him groaning.
Again, Jay pinned Liz to an unexpected surface - this time, their bedroom door. As he pinned her there, he nibbled her bottom lip, then slipped his tongue inside her mouth, tasting every inch of her and moaning as her tongue darted out to playfully spar with his.
Liz couldn’t help but feel the full force of his arousal pressing against her aching core. They both moaned at the unexpected contact, and Liz moved her hips in small, practiced circles. As she moved, she saw Jay's eyes close slowly, and his breathing hitch.
Jay didn’t know how he was going to make it to the room, but it didn’t matter.
He was panting heavily as he watched Liz writhe against him, her moans of pleasure sending electricity straight to his brain.
He pulled her roughly against him, the need to claim her overpowering. Liz complied eagerly, meeting him halfway, their mouths colliding in a brutal kiss.
Finally he managed to open the door and shove her inside, closing it with his shoulder as he sought out and found the wall, leaning her back against it. The smell of warm oil was instantly recognizable, and Liz's eyes went wide as she imagined what he had planned for her.
Jay managed to break away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers as they both gasped for air.
"You said you wanted a competition right?" He panted, eyes molten with desire, "I figured we would give the other a lovely massage, you know, to see just who is the real winner here."
in that moment, Liz felt like she had never wanted anything more than to feel her husband's hands on her body.
She nodded eagerly, her chest heaving as she panted her response.
"Y-yes, we can definitely do that."
Jay smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Great, then let's go."
He dropped his hands, expecting her to fall off his body. Instead, Liz clung to him tightly, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Her nails were digging through three layers of clothing, and yet half-moon cuts still formed in his skin painlessly.
She held her entire body to him as if he were a giant leech, starved for his blood.
As he stepped back, finally removing himself from her grabbing arms, she tried to grab hold again, "wait."
Jay quietly said, "I cant give you your massage with you clinging to me," he said, looking deep into her eyes. "Also, oil and scrubs don't mix so well," he nodded towards the bundle of scrubs sticking to her chest.
All Liz heard was: get naked, bitch. Or at least that's what she chose to hear.
She reluctantly let go of him and slid down the wall onto her wobbly legs. Her lust-hazy gaze collided with Jay's equally lust-hazy gaze.
Liz then proceeded to speed strip , throwing her scrubs like confetti in the wind. She couldn't help herself, she was so ravenous for him, and her heart raced with anticipation.
Soon enough Liz only wore sweat and lust. She panted heavily, clutching the wall behind her.
Jay took a long, slow look at his wife, and then a slow smile spread across his face.
"Goddamn, Elizabeth," he breathed, eyes darkening with pure desire, "You're so fucking beautiful."
Liz couldn't help but grin, a flush creeping up her neck and face. She took in his form, he looked like an angel sent straight from heaven.
"Your turn," Liz was panting like she'd ran a marathon, her chest rising and falling with fervor.
Jay lackadaisy gripped a single button of his shirt, teasing Liz's eagerness. But Liz wasn't in a teasing mood.
She wanted to see him naked and on the massage table, and she wanted it now. With a hungry gleam in her eyes, she took a step towards him, and in one swift motion, she ripped open his shirt, buttons flying in every direction.
Jay blinked in surprise, but his expression quickly changed to one of amusement. He looked at Liz, grinning as he tugged his ruined shirt off, revealing his bare chest underneath.
Liz couldn't help but stare. The man was a specimen of perfection - she knew that from the moment she met him. She didn't wait for him to tease her again, instead she ripped his pants open, shoving them down to his knees with a desperation that surprised her.
"Desperate aren't you", Jay chuckled, casually stepping out of his pants.
Liz grabbed a bare pec in each hand and said, "I am, and I'm not ashamed to admit it." She leaned in, presses her lips to his chest and nipping at it a mix of playfully and desperately.
He conceded the victory, "Fair enough."
Lazily, he moved towards the massage table. "Go ahead, ladies first." He gestured a hand for her to get on the massage table.
Leaving no room for hesitation, Liz waltzed to the table and climbed aboard with the fluid grace of a cat. She lay on her stomach, one arm subtly outstretched as if offering the invitation for Jay to begin.
With a wink, he poured scents of eucalyptus, lavender, and sandalwood, creating a fragrant blend that swirled around them in the dimly lit room.
The first drop of warm oil drizzled onto her skin, it simultaneously felt like searing fire and soothing ice as it trickled into her crevices, pooling in the divot of her spine.
Liz moaned shockingly loudly, her hands clenching into fists full of silken sheets on either side of her, as she arched her back with the ecstasy of it all.
Jay didn't waste any time starting. Starting with slow, gentle strokes that seemed to just melt into her body, snaking their way up and down her back and across the tops of her shoulders. She closed her eyes, accepting his ministrations silently.
Jay's hand stopped and paused for just a beat, before dripping more oil down the curve of her spine. With a deft touch, he began to knead the skin that covered her muscles, easily finding sensitive spots and exploiting them.
She was already trembling with desire beneath his firm hands, and she barely registered his voice when he spoke, "Tell me how you like it, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth gasped at the sensation, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the sheer force of the emotion that washed over her as she felt those skilled fingers exploring every inch of her. "Harder," she whispered, her voice tremulous. She could barely breathe, and every fiber of her being seemed to be screaming for more.
Jay obliged, pushing with expert firmness, making her muscles scream in delightful agony under his strong fingers. His movements grew more and more confident with every inch he covered. The sound of his hands moving over her skin filled the room; she could practically feel him deliciously assaulting her senses.
"God, Jay," she choked out, her voice strangled by the heady mix of pleasure and pain searing through her. She couldn't take it anymore, her body was trembling underneath his powerful hands.
He squeezed harder, rubbing and massaging her shoulders.
Everywhere he went her muscles felt like glass on the verge of shattering, his touch brought on such ecstasy that she thought she truly might lose her mind.
Jay leaned in, whispering near her ear, "you're so tense, relax. I've got you."
Liz shivered at his words as his breath tickled her neck. This wasn't how she had imagined their sensual massage night going.
She wanted to demand - to plead for more - yet she couldn't force the words past her parted lips.
The only sound in the room was their combined breathing and the background shuffling of his hands. In a move that would've embarrassed her if a lesser man performed it, Jay began gently moving his way back down Elizabeth's spine.
"Relax, my love," Jay said again, this time in a soothing baritone.
As his fingers hit a sensitive spot below her shoulder blades, Elizabeth hissed out a breath that almost sounded like his name. He lingered there, teasing and caressing until she rolled her head back toward him and moaned softly. His hands, still slick with oil, slowly traced down both arms, sending shivers up and down Elizabeth's spine.
"Jay," she whispered. He was good at this, too good.
Jay ignored her, "just let it all out, Elizabeth."
Liz's breath caught in her throat as he reached the dimples right above her bottom, the feeling of his hands there was so intense that she couldn't quite contain the whimper that escaped her mouth.
He kept massaging, gentle but persistent as he worked out any knot or tension she had. Her toes curled in pleasure, and her thighs clenched, Jay took it all in.
For, the first time, finally oiled her buttocks and began to knead them gently, making slow, sensuous circles with his fingertips.
His every touch seemed to burn through the thin layer of oil and sizzle against her heated skin. It felt divine. Scorching even.
Liz was well on her way to an orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched her sexually yet. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as his hands continued their sinuous path along her derriere.
Her entire body was singing in pleasure, and it was taking everything in her not to thrust her hips back into him, silently begging for him to touch her where she needed him most.
She spread her thighs slightly, inviting him to do just that.
Jay didn’t need a second invitation.
He ran his hands down the inside and back of her thighs with deliberate slowness, teasing her, pulling a needy gasp from her.
Elizabeth’s whole body tensed in anticipation, begging for him to continue. But Jay purposely slowed even more, edging ever closer to her center, but always stopping just short.
Liz wasn't damp, she wasn't wet, she was a fucking waterfall, literally dripping with lust for him. The ache between her legs was turning almost painful. She wanted - no, needed - his touch there.
Yet, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Why else would he continue to torture her so exquisitely? And with every feather-light pass of his fingers just a hairsbreadth away from where she wanted it, she could feel her sanity slipping.
Jay ordered, "I think your back is done." Liz had never been more tense. Every fiber of her being screamed for him to touch her between her thighs.
She reluctantly rolled over, biting her lip as Jay's eyes took in the view offered to him. His gaze traveled from her flushed face to the hardened peaks of her nipples and then slowly down the length of her taut stomach.
Without a word, he reached for the bottle of oil and poured a stream directly onto her chest, letting it shimmer in the soft glow of the candlelight before his hands touched her skin.
With her face now in open air her moans flowed freely, a symphony of pure bliss mixed with husky lust.
He spread the oil over her chest, concentrating on her small breasts, letting his fingertips dance over each tip, making it seem as if he was playing a seductive game.
He lowered his hands down her torso, brushing his thumbs over her navel, making her squirm with arousal, wanting him to go lower, to touch her in the one spot that was craving for his attention.
He made sure to leave no spot of skin unattended. She was a work of art. He couldn't believe how incredibly lucky he was to call her his.
Elizabeth felt her head spin as he touched her, she closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation, feeling the climax build up within her, fueled by his fingers and the longing they induced.
"Oh, God, Jay," Elizabeth cried out, her breathing came out as panting.
The lower he got the louder and incoherent she became.
Jay cooed, "Youve done so good, you deserve the treat." With those words, his fingers slipped between her legs, finding the wetness that pooled there.
Liz went full cavewoman, the sounds escaping her were practically animalistic as Jay touched her clit in feather-light strokes.
Her hips lifted towards him, almost off the table, seeking more contact and he was happy to grant her request.
Jay’s hand dipped lower and the pad of his thumb pressed against her opening, before slowly filling her up with two fingers.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
She hissed and clawed at the sheets beneath her, bucking her hips against Jay's hand as his fingers skillfully drew long, languorous circles against her clit.
She saw stars, moaned his name, and her body screamed for him in a language that transcended words.
Jay flipped the switch and went from feather-light strokes to rapid, determined thrusts that sent her straight to the edge of oblivion.
Her face looked as if she were mid stroke, eyes rolling back into her skull, mouth open in gasping, short breaths. She was a beautiful mess, and he drank in the sight like she was his air.
Liz was silent, unable to breathe or moan as her release claimed her. Time seemed to stand still as her body convulsed with pleasure, her muscles clenching and unclenching in the throws of her orgasm.
Jay, ever the gentleman, didn't stop his assault for one moment. Rather he began to count the orgasms he could wring out of her. He wanted to see how many times he could make her eyes roll back into her head and keep her screaming and begging for more.
The first four happened practically continuously, each one stronger than the last, one right after the other as if her orgasm was one never ending wave that just kept cresting and crashing.
Just before the fifth Liz managed to gasp a single breath, her chest heaving, every part of her slicked with a sweat that was born from desire and strain.
Liz came a fifth time, this time she practically bellowed, her entire body frozen before release. Her breathing halted for an ethereal moment before her chest heaved in relief as the sixth orgasm crashed over her. This time was so strong she could've sworn she left her body.
Jay watched with rapt fascination, as her entire body went limp on the table. Her chest was still heaving with heavy breaths and sweat dripped down her forehead to the table beneath her. She looked totally destroyed.
He waited, watching for signs of life like a mad scientist over his experiment.
Liz's emotions were raw as she bellowed through tears, "I LOVE YOU!" Signs of life, indeed.
She was indeed alive, but only just. Each word she managed to choke out was filled with so much emotion that most of the air in the room stilled in reverence.
Jay's heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment, he watched his love as her confession flowed effortlessly from her lips. He leaned over her prone figure, brushing hair away from her face. A tender smile played on his lips.
"I love you infinitely more," he whispered back, before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. To Liz the tender kiss felt like a sledgehammer of emotion, not only did it make her feel loved and cherished but also made her melt.
She could've sworn she felt her insides turn into liquid heat.
"Did I go too far?" Jay asked, looking a bit worried, "Was it too intense?"
His question snapped Liz back into reality, she took a deep, stabilizing breath before answering, her voice thick with emotion.
"No, it was perfect," she breathed heavily, catching her breath, "I just feel so alive." Her mind raced, it was so full of all the feelings she didn't have words for.
"That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say," he grinned at her and winked, "do you need water?"
"Yes. Yes, I definitely... Do you think you can get it?" she asked, gradually regaining her strength.
"Of course. I wouldn't leave you high and dry," he said as he hopped off the massage table and padded toward the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned carrying a glass of water for her.
Liz sat up, taking the glass gratefully. "I can't believe that just happened," she said earnestly, taking a sip.
After a few moments, she finished the glass and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
"How long have you wanted to do that?" she asked, a coy smile playing on her lips.
"Longer than I care to admit," he replied, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "But I wouldn't do it unless I knew you'd enjoy it too."
Liz nodded, taking a deep breath. "I did. Oh, Jay, I did."
Jay refilled her glass, before Liz said, "you know what this means..."
Liz took a long sip from her water, eyes never leaving Jay's.
Jay raised an eyebrow at her, awaiting what came next. "What does it mean?"
Liz shot gunned the rest of her water in one fluid gulp, putting the glass down on a table next to her.
"Now its your turn," she declared, raising an eyebrow with a hungry look in her eyes.
Jay looked a bit startled, as if he had forgotten the original agreement and was unprepared to be on the receiving end.
"You, uh, you sure?" Jay managed out after a moment of quiet.
Liz answered by quickly hopping off the massage table, standing much taller than he anticipated.
She was on him again in seconds, her body pressed up against his fully, her hands up and down his chest and arms. "you'd better lay the fuck down," Liz commanded, her voice low and husky.
Her lips found his ear, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "or I'll have to force you."
Jay shuddered at the words, feeling a wave of desire flood through him. He'd never been dominated like this before, and he found he liked it – a lot.
With his heart pounding, he lay back on the massage table, spreading his legs for her to stand between.
She bent over, pressing her breasts against his chest, as she murmured, "Good boy," into his ear.
Jay challenged, "you know I could fuck the light out of your eyes right now, right?"
Liz grinned at his growled tone. "I know that, and oh boy, I hope you do. But not tonight."
she put a paw on each of his thighs lightly pushing him down onto the bed. He followed her orders, submissively lying down.
"Now, let me return the favor," she whispered in his ear, grazing it with gentle kisses. Jay closed his eyes with a contented sigh, savoring the feel of her hot breath on his skin, the soft weight of her body pressing against him. He opened his thighs wider, inviting her to do whatever she pleased to him.
She took the warm oil and poured a dollop on his very tense thighs, kneading them with expert massage skills.
He moaned as she pressed into him, the pressure of her strong fingers settling into his muscle tension.
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