'Something New' - Jayma/Matt (Epilogue)
Title: Something New
Author: jaymatt
Pairing: Jayma/Matt
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jaymatt is awesome....sorry if you're offended by that.
Epilogue
Jayma strutted down the hallway, swaying her hips seductively, in one of Matt’s white dress shirts; it barely covered her ass. Matt’s eyes were glued to her legs until she stopped in her tracks, dragging his eyes up the length of her to settle on her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you know what today is?”
His mind suddenly ran wild with the possibilities. Her birthday was next month. They hadn’t even been together for a full year yet so it couldn’t be an anniversary. His birthday wasn’t for another four months. He was at a loss and it must have shown on his face because Jayma sighed before turning toward him.
She slowly started to unbutton the top two buttons on the shirt revealing her more ample then usual cleavage. “Today marks six weeks since I gave birth Matty.” She trailed a finger down her chest pulling the shirt to the side giving him more to see. “You do remember what the Dr. said we could do after six weeks, don’t you?” She seductively beckoned him to her with her finger before she turned and started back down the hallway.
Matt dropped the toast he had been buttering and nearly ran to catch up to her. When he did he pushed her up against the hallway wall, her back against him, a rough groan leaving from somewhere deep in his throat as his length hardened between them. His hips had an agenda as they worked hard to dissipate the ache. With one hand he reached around grabbing her chin and tilting her head back; with the other he moved her hair away from her neck and began to press sloppy kisses against her skin. “I want you now.” He hissed the words as he racked his teeth along her jaw.
Jayma clung to the wall with a moan as Matt’s arousal ground into her ass, and she pushed it into him teasingly, creating more pressure, and he bit down hard on her shoulder muffling another groan. Suddenly she felt his hand on her core and she trembled, a whimper leaving her lips, her knees buckling as she fell harder against the wall. His hand worked fast and hard sliding against her folds and his mouth worked magic on her neck, providing special attention to all of her most sensitive areas. He teased her opening and she wondered for a moment if he would feel differently about her body, would she still feel the same to him? All thoughts disappeared as Matt thrust two fingers deep inside of her, her mouth fell open and her breath caught in her throat. Matt’s grip tightened and he moaned into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her entire body. “So good Jayma. So wet. So tight.” His words took her to the edge; abandonment took over her and she ground hard against his hand as he continued to work, his thumb circling her clit bringing her to her peak. She reached a hand around grabbing the base of his neck, providing herself with support as her orgasm took over her body and she called his name over and over until her walls stopped convulsing around his fingers.
She smiled releasing her death grip from his curls. “You are so damn good at that.” Matt was quick to turn Jayma around, their eyes met and the lust she saw there wiped the smile off her face.
“And you are so damn beautiful.” Matt’s eyes were locked on hers as he reached behind her grabbing her ass, sliding his hands down until he reached her mid-thigh; he picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. His eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of her heat coming into contact with his painful arousal and he began to carry her effortlessly toward the staircase.
Jayma placed her palms on each side of his face forcing him to look at her; she studied him, from the creases, caused by lust, in his forehead to his hazel eyes, looking at her with so much emotion and want; down to his nose, and she kissed it gently, before her eyes settled on his lips. His lips were her favorite and she leaned down capturing the bottom one between her teeth pulling lightly. “Hurry.” It came out in a whiney tone and she exaggerated it with a bounce in his hands.
The added friction of her movement was too much and Matt stopped half way up the staircase pushing Jayma up against the wall as his mouth found hers in a frantic kiss. They kissed hard only pausing to take in deep breaths; hands began to undress the other, hips bucking against each other.
The first article for clothing to gather on the stairs was Matt’s shirt; Jayma clutched at his naked chest, running her hands up the length of his flesh, feeling his heart beat against her palm. She let a hand venture lower, squeezing between their bodies and found his length, gripping it hard earning a loud moan from Matt, it echoed against the white walls.
“Shh!” She placed a finger over his lips. “You’ll wake her.” She silenced him further with her mouth, their tongues sliding together feverishly as her hand worked up and down his hardness.
Matt carried them to the top of the stairs but dropped to his knees lowering Jayma down onto the carpet; her legs still wrapped firmly around him
“Here?” Jayma asked with a mischievous smile.
“Here.” He returned her smile and went to work ridding himself of his boxers. He looked down at Jayma, only one button still held his shirt on her body and he reached forward freeing her midsection of the material. He watched as her eyes closed and she turned her head to the side. She had expressed concern on more than one occasion about the few stretch marks she had gotten in her last month of pregnancy. And as much as he had assured her that he found them sexy she was still self-conscious about it. Leaning down he kissed every inch of her stomach. He had such a new appreciation for her body, the way it had carried and nurtured their growing daughter; bringing her into the world, to them, safely. He moved to her oversensitive breasts, teasing them lightly, careful not to cause pain. He kissed a trail up her neck and with a gentle hand he turned her face to his. “You’re perfect; all of you. I love you so much.” And he pushed inside of her slowly.
Two sets of eyes closed, while two mouths hung loosely open, moans escaping each.
Matt stilled for a moment. “Hurt?”
Jayma could only shake her head no.
He began to move slowly, picking up pace as Jayma wrapped her legs even tighter around him, urging him to speed up. He buried his face against her neck; he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“You feel so good inside me. You’re gonna make me come again Matt.” She whispered it into his ear, her arms around his neck anchoring herself against him tightly.
His pace became animalistic, no longer able to hold back as he felt his release near. Jayma met his trusts in time. “Oh God. Matt; don’t stop, harder.” She reached forward grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper into her. Her walls started to spasm as she reached her second climax and the sensations brought his release with one last hard thrust.
He collapsed against her panting hard, sweat coating their bodies. Jayma placed kisses into his hair as he lay catching his breath.
“Longest. Six. Weeks. Ever.” He groaned the words as he pushed off of her, rolling to lie beside her.
Jayma laughed and cuddled against his side, her head and a hand resting on his chest; his arm wrapped protectively around her back. “I can’t believe we didn’t wake her up.” Jayma glanced in the direction of their daughter’s bedroom door.
“Her and I had a little talk about his day. I asked her to be a good girl and not interrupt us.” He winked at the woman in his arms.
Jayma played along. “What a good listener she is.”
“It’s true. We make such well-behaved children, Jay. I think we should make another one; right now.” He pulled her on top of him causing her to laugh.
“No way, Mr. Morrison; you are not allowed to get me pregnant again. Not until after the wedding.” She slapped his chest playfully.
“But that’s 4 months away!” He began to place kisses along her collarbone.
“I didn’t say we couldn’t practice making another baby until then.” She smiled down at him.
His head whipped up meeting her sly grin. “Practice?”
She nodded. “Practice.”
“Lots, and lots of practice.” He captured her lips with his, kissing her lovingly before it turned heated and he felt the blood in his body shoot south again. Jayma pulled away trailing kisses down his body, lower and lower until she made sure to pay special attention to his hip bones, running her tongue along them slowly before being interrupted by a crying baby.
They both groaned in unison.
“It’s your turn.” Jayma bit her bottom lip innocently before snatching her discarded shirt and running down the stairs. Once at the bottom she yelled to him. “Don’t forget to use powder this time! She’ll get a rash if you don’t!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Matt pulled his boxers back on and made his way to his daughter’s room. Gathering the screaming girl into his arms he kissed her wrinkled forehead. “Shh, baby, I’ve got you.”
He placed her down on her changing table and began to rid her of her wet diaper. Just as he was finishing his work he felt two arms snake around his waist, and a kiss placed on the back of his naked shoulder. He turned in her arms, placing a return kiss on the tip of Jayma’s nose. “I love you.” She said it with the cutest smile.
“I love you too. Come.” He reached for her hand pulling her out of the room.
“Where are we going?” She gripped his hand falling into place beside him as they walked, his other arm holding a still crying baby against his chest.
“Bed.” He looked down at her, seeing her curious expression. “I need after sex cuddle time and this girl needs to be fed.”
Jayma just laughed.
The three of them got into bed. Jayma rested against the head board as she began to breastfeed her daughter and Matt curled up against her.
“How many more do you want?” They were both gazing down at their child.
“8.” He said it so seriously and Jayma turned to study his expression. “I’m kidding!” His smile was bright and he kissed her lips softly. “…sort of.” He added the afterthought with a humorous tone earning a giggle from Jayma. “You have to admit though, we make beautiful babies. She looks just like you with that red hair.” He ran a finger across his daughter’s head.
“She’s got your curls.” Jayma added staring at the small waves of ginger as Matt’s finger danced across her barely there hair.
“You don’t know that. Her hair isn’t long enough to tell.” His tone was corrective but hopeful at the same time.
“She has your curls, just look at the nape of her neck.” Her finger joined his. “And there is this one right here.” She let a small curl wrap around her finger at the top of her head where her hair was thickest.
Matt smiled replacing Jayma’s finger with his own, letting the curl rest on his flesh. “She has your eyes.”
“She has your nose.” And she leaned down kissing her daughter’s nose and then she placed a kiss on his, lingering just a little longer.
“She definitely has your smile.” Matt placed a kiss on her lips and she smiled into his flesh.
Jayma leaned back looking into his eyes. “I think she has your smile.”
“She has your stubbornness.” Matt winked, a grin forming on his lips.
“And she whines like you when she doesn’t get what she wants.” Her eyebrow rose accusingly as she teased him.
“Touché!”
He kissed her forehead before settling back down, his head resting on Jayma’s shoulder, a hand rubbing his daughters back soothingly. Closing his eyes he listened to the soft sucking sounds as his soon to be wife feed their beautiful daughter. Life couldn’t get any better.
Author: jaymatt
Pairing: Jayma/Matt
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jaymatt is awesome....sorry if you're offended by that.
Epilogue
Jayma strutted down the hallway, swaying her hips seductively, in one of Matt’s white dress shirts; it barely covered her ass. Matt’s eyes were glued to her legs until she stopped in her tracks, dragging his eyes up the length of her to settle on her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you know what today is?”
His mind suddenly ran wild with the possibilities. Her birthday was next month. They hadn’t even been together for a full year yet so it couldn’t be an anniversary. His birthday wasn’t for another four months. He was at a loss and it must have shown on his face because Jayma sighed before turning toward him.
She slowly started to unbutton the top two buttons on the shirt revealing her more ample then usual cleavage. “Today marks six weeks since I gave birth Matty.” She trailed a finger down her chest pulling the shirt to the side giving him more to see. “You do remember what the Dr. said we could do after six weeks, don’t you?” She seductively beckoned him to her with her finger before she turned and started back down the hallway.
Matt dropped the toast he had been buttering and nearly ran to catch up to her. When he did he pushed her up against the hallway wall, her back against him, a rough groan leaving from somewhere deep in his throat as his length hardened between them. His hips had an agenda as they worked hard to dissipate the ache. With one hand he reached around grabbing her chin and tilting her head back; with the other he moved her hair away from her neck and began to press sloppy kisses against her skin. “I want you now.” He hissed the words as he racked his teeth along her jaw.
Jayma clung to the wall with a moan as Matt’s arousal ground into her ass, and she pushed it into him teasingly, creating more pressure, and he bit down hard on her shoulder muffling another groan. Suddenly she felt his hand on her core and she trembled, a whimper leaving her lips, her knees buckling as she fell harder against the wall. His hand worked fast and hard sliding against her folds and his mouth worked magic on her neck, providing special attention to all of her most sensitive areas. He teased her opening and she wondered for a moment if he would feel differently about her body, would she still feel the same to him? All thoughts disappeared as Matt thrust two fingers deep inside of her, her mouth fell open and her breath caught in her throat. Matt’s grip tightened and he moaned into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her entire body. “So good Jayma. So wet. So tight.” His words took her to the edge; abandonment took over her and she ground hard against his hand as he continued to work, his thumb circling her clit bringing her to her peak. She reached a hand around grabbing the base of his neck, providing herself with support as her orgasm took over her body and she called his name over and over until her walls stopped convulsing around his fingers.
She smiled releasing her death grip from his curls. “You are so damn good at that.” Matt was quick to turn Jayma around, their eyes met and the lust she saw there wiped the smile off her face.
“And you are so damn beautiful.” Matt’s eyes were locked on hers as he reached behind her grabbing her ass, sliding his hands down until he reached her mid-thigh; he picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. His eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of her heat coming into contact with his painful arousal and he began to carry her effortlessly toward the staircase.
Jayma placed her palms on each side of his face forcing him to look at her; she studied him, from the creases, caused by lust, in his forehead to his hazel eyes, looking at her with so much emotion and want; down to his nose, and she kissed it gently, before her eyes settled on his lips. His lips were her favorite and she leaned down capturing the bottom one between her teeth pulling lightly. “Hurry.” It came out in a whiney tone and she exaggerated it with a bounce in his hands.
The added friction of her movement was too much and Matt stopped half way up the staircase pushing Jayma up against the wall as his mouth found hers in a frantic kiss. They kissed hard only pausing to take in deep breaths; hands began to undress the other, hips bucking against each other.
The first article for clothing to gather on the stairs was Matt’s shirt; Jayma clutched at his naked chest, running her hands up the length of his flesh, feeling his heart beat against her palm. She let a hand venture lower, squeezing between their bodies and found his length, gripping it hard earning a loud moan from Matt, it echoed against the white walls.
“Shh!” She placed a finger over his lips. “You’ll wake her.” She silenced him further with her mouth, their tongues sliding together feverishly as her hand worked up and down his hardness.
Matt carried them to the top of the stairs but dropped to his knees lowering Jayma down onto the carpet; her legs still wrapped firmly around him
“Here?” Jayma asked with a mischievous smile.
“Here.” He returned her smile and went to work ridding himself of his boxers. He looked down at Jayma, only one button still held his shirt on her body and he reached forward freeing her midsection of the material. He watched as her eyes closed and she turned her head to the side. She had expressed concern on more than one occasion about the few stretch marks she had gotten in her last month of pregnancy. And as much as he had assured her that he found them sexy she was still self-conscious about it. Leaning down he kissed every inch of her stomach. He had such a new appreciation for her body, the way it had carried and nurtured their growing daughter; bringing her into the world, to them, safely. He moved to her oversensitive breasts, teasing them lightly, careful not to cause pain. He kissed a trail up her neck and with a gentle hand he turned her face to his. “You’re perfect; all of you. I love you so much.” And he pushed inside of her slowly.
Two sets of eyes closed, while two mouths hung loosely open, moans escaping each.
Matt stilled for a moment. “Hurt?”
Jayma could only shake her head no.
He began to move slowly, picking up pace as Jayma wrapped her legs even tighter around him, urging him to speed up. He buried his face against her neck; he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“You feel so good inside me. You’re gonna make me come again Matt.” She whispered it into his ear, her arms around his neck anchoring herself against him tightly.
His pace became animalistic, no longer able to hold back as he felt his release near. Jayma met his trusts in time. “Oh God. Matt; don’t stop, harder.” She reached forward grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper into her. Her walls started to spasm as she reached her second climax and the sensations brought his release with one last hard thrust.
He collapsed against her panting hard, sweat coating their bodies. Jayma placed kisses into his hair as he lay catching his breath.
“Longest. Six. Weeks. Ever.” He groaned the words as he pushed off of her, rolling to lie beside her.
Jayma laughed and cuddled against his side, her head and a hand resting on his chest; his arm wrapped protectively around her back. “I can’t believe we didn’t wake her up.” Jayma glanced in the direction of their daughter’s bedroom door.
“Her and I had a little talk about his day. I asked her to be a good girl and not interrupt us.” He winked at the woman in his arms.
Jayma played along. “What a good listener she is.”
“It’s true. We make such well-behaved children, Jay. I think we should make another one; right now.” He pulled her on top of him causing her to laugh.
“No way, Mr. Morrison; you are not allowed to get me pregnant again. Not until after the wedding.” She slapped his chest playfully.
“But that’s 4 months away!” He began to place kisses along her collarbone.
“I didn’t say we couldn’t practice making another baby until then.” She smiled down at him.
His head whipped up meeting her sly grin. “Practice?”
She nodded. “Practice.”
“Lots, and lots of practice.” He captured her lips with his, kissing her lovingly before it turned heated and he felt the blood in his body shoot south again. Jayma pulled away trailing kisses down his body, lower and lower until she made sure to pay special attention to his hip bones, running her tongue along them slowly before being interrupted by a crying baby.
They both groaned in unison.
“It’s your turn.” Jayma bit her bottom lip innocently before snatching her discarded shirt and running down the stairs. Once at the bottom she yelled to him. “Don’t forget to use powder this time! She’ll get a rash if you don’t!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Matt pulled his boxers back on and made his way to his daughter’s room. Gathering the screaming girl into his arms he kissed her wrinkled forehead. “Shh, baby, I’ve got you.”
He placed her down on her changing table and began to rid her of her wet diaper. Just as he was finishing his work he felt two arms snake around his waist, and a kiss placed on the back of his naked shoulder. He turned in her arms, placing a return kiss on the tip of Jayma’s nose. “I love you.” She said it with the cutest smile.
“I love you too. Come.” He reached for her hand pulling her out of the room.
“Where are we going?” She gripped his hand falling into place beside him as they walked, his other arm holding a still crying baby against his chest.
“Bed.” He looked down at her, seeing her curious expression. “I need after sex cuddle time and this girl needs to be fed.”
Jayma just laughed.
The three of them got into bed. Jayma rested against the head board as she began to breastfeed her daughter and Matt curled up against her.
“How many more do you want?” They were both gazing down at their child.
“8.” He said it so seriously and Jayma turned to study his expression. “I’m kidding!” His smile was bright and he kissed her lips softly. “…sort of.” He added the afterthought with a humorous tone earning a giggle from Jayma. “You have to admit though, we make beautiful babies. She looks just like you with that red hair.” He ran a finger across his daughter’s head.
“She’s got your curls.” Jayma added staring at the small waves of ginger as Matt’s finger danced across her barely there hair.
“You don’t know that. Her hair isn’t long enough to tell.” His tone was corrective but hopeful at the same time.
“She has your curls, just look at the nape of her neck.” Her finger joined his. “And there is this one right here.” She let a small curl wrap around her finger at the top of her head where her hair was thickest.
Matt smiled replacing Jayma’s finger with his own, letting the curl rest on his flesh. “She has your eyes.”
“She has your nose.” And she leaned down kissing her daughter’s nose and then she placed a kiss on his, lingering just a little longer.
“She definitely has your smile.” Matt placed a kiss on her lips and she smiled into his flesh.
Jayma leaned back looking into his eyes. “I think she has your smile.”
“She has your stubbornness.” Matt winked, a grin forming on his lips.
“And she whines like you when she doesn’t get what she wants.” Her eyebrow rose accusingly as she teased him.
“Touché!”
He kissed her forehead before settling back down, his head resting on Jayma’s shoulder, a hand rubbing his daughters back soothingly. Closing his eyes he listened to the soft sucking sounds as his soon to be wife feed their beautiful daughter. Life couldn’t get any better.