My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

Who would have thought that taking a shower with someone else could feel so… incredibly nice? But tonight seemed to be a night full of discoveries, and bathing with Jay turned out to be yet another intensely sensual experience. I simply melted in his strong yet always gentle hands as he slowly ran them over my body. We stood under the warm streams of water cascading from the ceiling of the shower cabin, lazily kissing each other, unable to pull away even for a second — like two magnets firmly drawn together. I no longer felt any embarrassment. I pressed my entire body against him, feeling only pleasure, bliss, and a tenderness I drowned in willingly every time I looked into his affectionate dark eyes. When our midnight shower was over, Jay slipped on a fluffy bathrobe and wrapped me up in an enormous fluffy towel like a little doll. He carried me back to the bedroom in his arms, never stopping his kisses — his naughty, still-wet lips landing everywhere they could reach. I laughed and tried to dodge them, kicking my legs in the air and playfully fighting off his advances. But the playful mood vanished the moment I was once again pinned to the bed by his strong, hot body. My smiling lips were captured by his velvet, insistent ones, kissing me with such hunger and heat that the fire in my blood, which had barely died down, flared up again with renewed strength. It seemed Jay was seriously set on continuing and wasn’t going to accept any refusals or objections. And after just a few minutes of this sweet madness — lost in my arrogant brunette and his hot, demanding lips — I no longer wanted to object at all. I moaned softly with pleasure as I buried my fingers in his soft, slightly damp hair. The sound drew a hoarse half-moan, half-growl from his throat in response. I pulled him closer and whispered against his lips, which were curved in a faint smile: “So… what were you saying about that second round, hmm?” He smirked and left another light, teasing kiss on my lips. But it wasn’t enough for me anymore. I trailed my fingertips down his chest, staring intently into his eyes, which had darkened almost to black. When my fingers wrapped around his already hard, aroused length, Jay exhaled sharply through clenched teeth. But to my surprise, he caught my wrist in his strong grip and shook his head, whispering hoarsely: “Not tonight, baby.” “What…? But… why…?” I whispered, stunned, unable to believe what he had just said. We only had this one night — a night I considered a true gift from fate, because no one knew what tomorrow would bring. The disappointment that flooded me was so sharp it could have been cut with a knife. Seeing how upset I was and how little I was trying to hide it, Jay pulled me closer, gently kissing my temple, and sighed with regret: “It’ll hurt you, kitten… Please don’t be mad at me. I’m just taking care of you.” There he was again — trying to decide everything for me. *You can’t do this, you can’t do that, it’ll hurt… I’m just looking out for you…* Who ruins the mood like that at a moment like this? “It won’t hurt… Not with the man I love… It never hurts,” I hurried to assure him, then added in a barely audible whisper, “Please… don’t say no…” But I could already tell from his eyes that he wasn’t going to give in so easily. *Just think about it… Here I am, begging an arrogant brunette to have sex with me.* *How far you’ve fallen, Rosé…* I let out a heavy sigh. If someone had told me six months ago that things would turn out like this, I would have laughed in their face and confidently declared that it would never happen. But as Jay liked to say — never say never. And I had learned the truth of those words far too many times. Seeing the pleading look in my eyes, he sighed even more heavily than I had and pulled me tightly against him, laying me back on the pillows. He brushed his warm lips tenderly across my forehead and whispered softly: “Sweetheart, listen… I know it feels fine right now, but even though I tried to be as careful as possible, a first time is still quite traumatic for a girl. We… shouldn’t rush into continuing.” Even without being a doctor, I understood that perfectly well. There was a slight soreness between my thighs. Although Jay had been incredibly gentle and tender, just as he had promised, his size was… significantly above average. And the passion between us had hit so suddenly that it had been hard to stay in control the whole time. I remembered clearly how impatiently I had pushed back against him, even when he was trying to go slow. Of course, I was already feeling the consequences of both my impatience and his ardor — though I would never admit that to him in a million years. I sighed sadly and let his warm lips trail down my cheek until they reached the corner of my mouth, where he left a long, almost apologetic kiss. Naturally, Dr. McFell understood everything perfectly and stood his ground, whispering affectionately: “My love… trust me, this is for the best.” I sighed again and allowed him to pull me even closer, burying my face in the warm curve of his neck. Suddenly, I became sharply aware that time had resumed its normal pace — and was now speeding up, slipping rapidly through my fingers and bringing the hated dawn closer. The dawn that would mark the end of this magical fairytale Jay had created for me on this winter night. But he remained firm. “You’re not going to change your mind no matter what I say, are you?” I whispered, tracing patterns with my fingertips on his tattooed forearm. For some reason, it occurred to me that I still hadn’t counted how many tattoos he had. Jay sighed, sounding almost more burdened than I was, and pressed his cheek to my hair. “Bambi… Remember what I told you? I want you so badly it makes my vision blur. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t sleep until sunrise. But… we can’t. We really can’t, my sweet girl…” Seeing that I was already biting my trembling lips, he suddenly softened. He leaned down, lightly kissed the tip of my nose, and with that familiar, beloved mischievous smile of his, whispered: “Although… how about we make another deal?” Despite my disappointment, I couldn’t help but smile. I stroked his warm, velvet-soft cheek, raised an eyebrow, and whispered: “Another deal, you sly cat?” He smiled softly, turned his head, and kissed my palm, purring hoarsely: “This is the last one, I promise.” I snorted quietly and rolled my eyes, but curiosity — which had killed more than one cat — won out. In an deliberately bored tone, I drawled: “Fiiine… Tell me, what’s the deal?” He chuckled and leaned in, rubbing his nose against mine before whispering seductively: “Let’s wait until morning, Bambi. Just six hours… And if after that time you still want me, I’ll gladly fulfill any desire you have.” Judging by the husky, velvet tone of his half-whisper, I had no doubt he would fulfill every single one. Still, I had to make sure he wasn’t going to cheat again. “Promise?” I whispered softly, continuing to trace patterns on his firm chest. “I promise, baby,” came his familiar reply. “Fine…” I huffed and yawned. “It’s not like I have a choice anyway, right?” He let out a quiet laugh and said tenderly: “No, Bambi. But you know I’m right and that I’m only acting in your best interest. Now sleep, my good girl… You need to rest. I’ve worn you out pretty thoroughly…” The arrogant brunette’s smile was so smug it was audible in his voice. I rolled my eyes and snorted into his shoulder with a soft laugh. I was sure he wouldn’t mind wearing me out even more thoroughly, and that the feverish desire still bubbling in my blood wouldn’t let me fall asleep until dawn. But the moment Jay pulled the blanket over us and drew me against his warm chest, slowly stroking my back and hair, my eyelids grew impossibly heavy. Soon I drifted off, wrapped in the warmth of the man I loved, my last thought being that, just to stay with him forever… I would gladly never wake up again.