"Oh god," mumbled AJ, running his fingers through Sarah's hair as he slid smoothly inside her again. He silently promised to go down on her after, to make up for the fact that this was way too hard and fast for her to be getting much out of it, even though she was thrashing slowly from side to side and making approving noises.
He loved Sarah, loved the feel of her body against him, loved her hair and her smile and her breasts and everything about her. Loved touching her and being inside her and making love to her. He did. This wasn't something he needed to convince himself of.
Thinking that just made him thrust harder, though, moving his other hand between her legs to help out. He wasn't going to be able to make her come before he did, but he wanted her to feel good at least. The fact that she already looked like she felt just fine wasn't going to keep him from doing everything he knew how to be sure she was satisfied.
"Oh god," he said again, closing his eyes and bending his head to her shoulder, pressing his forehead to it. Both were hot, and his forehead was slick with perspiration, slipping against her skin. When she reached up and sank her fingernails into his shoulder blade, he came abruptly with a shocked gasp.
He tried to pull away a moment later but her hand shot down to grasp his wrist, holding his hand exactly where it was. Then her hips were moving and she was fucking herself against it. AJ lifted his head and opened his eyes just to see her squeeze her own shut and bite her lip in concentration as she used his body to bring herself to orgasm.
She gasped too but it was a different kind of gasp, less surprised and more breathless. As soon as she let go of him he pulled out, soft and messy and not feeling like he was going to get hard again any time soon. Which was fine because he knew how to use his hands and mouth just fine and it was just because he was satisfied, not because he wasn't turned on by her.
She rolled away from him lazily, curling up on her side and smiling at him, resting her head on her hand. "You're forgiven for being late," she murmured, reaching out to tug him closer. "It was worth the wait."
He murmured some kind of agreement in return and stretched out next to her, running his hand up and down her side, feeling the warm skin against his callused hands. She was so soft, so smooth.
He wondered if Justin was up in his room on his guitar, composing bitter songs about him.
"You glad we decided to do this, baby?"
He murmured his agreement again, but that wasn't good enough this time and he sensed her silence without really hearing it. "I am glad," he said finally, looking into her eyes and smiling back at her reassuringly. "And I really did have a very good reason for being late."
"I'm sure you did," she said, yawning and then blushing prettily afterwards. Or maybe she was still just flushed from the exertion; AJ knew he was. "How is Jerry, anyway?"
It took AJ just a second to catch on to that, and he smiled again, more genuinely this time. "Actually, I didn't go see Jerry," he said, a little smugly. She really had no idea where he'd been; she couldn't possibly.
"Oh?" she said, propping her head up on her hand. Her hair had come loose and tendrils of it fell over her shoulder, stuck to her cheek and neck. "Where then?"
"I'll never tell," he teased. Not until the right moment, anyway, whenever that happened.
She laughed lightly and leaned forward to kiss his nose. Her lips were as hot as the rest of her skin. "Am I supposed to guess?" she asked. Her eyes were so bright, so happy, AJ couldn't help but be glad they'd planned this weekend together. It was going to be so good, for both of them
He didn't think it was a good time to tell her that he'd gone to Justin's place for lunch.
"What if it's a surprise?" he said, lifting his hand off her side and slipping it gently between her legs. She was hot and wet and he ran his fingers through smoothly, just barely touching her clitoris but still making her shiver. It wasn't even sexual, really, just intimate. He did love her body, all of it.
She just laughed again, breathlessly, squirming until his hand pulled away. "You've seen me at Christmas," she reminded him. "I'm the girl that searches every closet for her presents and shakes her packages once they're under the tree."
"You almost broke the crystal bowl I got you," he said, his way of agreeing. "You're not going to get me to tell you, though."
"Oh I'm not, am I?" she said, and AJ could feel her body tense. A moment later she had his back pinned to the bed and was grinning down at him, those tendrils of hair hanging down to touch his chin now. "We'll just see about that."
She glowed, that was the only way he could put it, years of cliched phrases from his mother's romance novels coming to mind. She was so beautiful, so wonderful. "I love you," he murmured. If anything, that just made her look even more radiant.
Justin Timberlake wasn't beautiful, he was just a pretty boy.
"I love you, too," she said, leaning down to kiss him deeply. "So much, baby."
He blinked up at her when she pulled away again, then pushed gently at her. "Okay, let me get up," he said, a little urgently. He kissed her again so she wouldn't think it was a brush off. "I'll be right back."
She rolled off him, no longer lazy at all, and propped her head up on her hand again. He hesitated only a moment at the side of the bed, then took the few steps away to where he'd left his pants, reaching into the pocket.
"Now, it's not quite ready," he warned her. "I mean ... it needs some work done, but you'll understand when you see it."
"Tease," she accused him from the bed, and he had to grin, silently agreeing with her.
When he returned to the bed, he knelt down next to it instead of climbing back on, and held the box containing the ring out to her. "Sarah," he said, "Will you marry me?" His voice only shook a little when he asked.