by Jamilia Fair
I step closer until we're almost chest to chest. I use my free hand to cup her face.
"Now, do you see? Do you see what you do to me?" My lips are just inches from hers. All I must do is…
I kiss her. I capture her lips in mine and I kiss her deep. Using my other hand, I cup her face and drag her closer, kissing her like my life depends on it. I slip my tongue into her mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why many describe kissing as melting because every part of my body dissolves into hers. Her fingers, now in my hair, grip my hair, pulling me closer. My cock throbs and my heart explodes. I've never wanted someone like this before. Ever. I push her backwards until we're laying down on her couch. My cock jerks as it presses against her through her dress and I want to tear at it until there is nothing left but her naked body beneath me. I want to breathe her, eat her, lick her, drink her and fuck her. My hands are everywhere: her legs, her thighs, her stomach, her sides, her breasts.
I make a trail of kisses down her jaw to her neck, thrusting my tongue out to taste her, which only makes me want her even more. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," I whisper.
When she says nothing, I brush my mouth against her earlobe. "Or now." I trace the line of her jawbone. "Or now." My lips were against hers once again.
"Or—"
She reaches up and pulls me down to her, and the rest of my words were lost against her mouth. She knots her fists in my hair, pulling her lips harder against mine. I groan softly, low in my throat, and roughly knead her breasts through her dress. She moans against my mouth and I gently tug on her lip with my teeth. She giggles.
"What?" I draw back to meet her gaze.
She smiles up at me. "That tickles."
I look at her mouth and smile proudly at how swollen they are. My lips.
"Tickles, huh?"
She nods.
"Let’s see if you're ticklish anywhere else." I slowly slid my hand down her side until I reached the hem of her dress. I watch her eyes widen and her breathing speed up as I slowly, and teasingly, slide my hand up her dress and don't stop until I reach my target. "Damn. You're wet as fuck."
She looks away, embarrassed. So, she's shy. She looks so innocent, yet so fucking seductive at the same time. "Don't be embarrassed. You're not the only one who's horny as fuck right now."
She turns her head to meet my gaze and I instantly lower my head to capture her lips in mine once again. As her fingers run through my hair, I slowly slip my hand into her panties and thrust my fingers through her drenched lips. Fuck! She's so fucking wet! She inhales sharply against my lips and I swallow her moans as I continue to massage her lips. I need to know if I can get her even wetter.
"You like that, don't you?" I whisper against her lips.
"Yes," she gasps.
"I want to make you cum, baby." I lower my mouth to her ear. "Can I make you cum?"
She replies with a gasped moan as I slide my fingers through her lips once more before pinching her clit. "Shit!"
I watch as she opens and closes her mouth as she fights to get air into her lungs. She presses her head hard into the couch as I add pressure against her now swollen clit. "Oh, yes. Like that. Make me cum."
I quickly remove my hand and she stares up at me in confusion. "I want to taste you. And I want to make you cum with my mouth."
She stiffens as I move down her body to the end of the couch on my knees. Swiftly, I reach under her dress, hook my fingers beneath her panties and slide them down her legs. Without hesitation, I lower myself onto the couch before dropping my head down between her legs and licking her swollen clit, ignoring her startled gasp.
"Oh, shit!"
Her back arches off the couch as I force her legs apart, bury my head between her legs, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. She goes to push me away, her fingers fists in my hair, but I grab her hands and pin them to the couch.
"God. I've wanted to taste you every day since you walked into your mother’s diner." I growl and pull her closer.
"Jeremiah, please," she begs. "Make me cum."
And I did.
With the gentlest of suction, she squirms as her orgasm jolts through her, her limbs shaking. Still in need of more, I thrust my tongue into her pussy as it convulses, trying to pull me deeper. "All. Mine," I hiss as I pull her into me.
I circle her entrance with the tip of my tongue, then lap at her swollen clit until another orgasm slams into her. She is so sensitive that she writhes against the onslaught of my tongue lapping at her juices.
After she gets her breathing under control, I bury my face in her cleft and lick her inner thigh. "Stop it." Her fingers are in my hair, trying to push me away.
"Once more," I say hoarsely. "Then I’ll stop."
"No. I-I can't. We can't."
She pushes herself up on the couch and scrambles to her feet. Her legs are shaking and I can't help the proud smile that tugs at my lips. "Why not? From the looks of things, you enjoyed it."
I watch her cheeks turns a soft, almost unnoticeable, shade of pink as she shakes her head. "We shouldn't have… I shouldn't have let you do that."
I push to my feet and move to stand in front of her and she stumbles back a few steps. "What's the problem? Did you not like me licking your pussy?"
She looks at me like I grew three heads. "Are you kidding me? I've never experienced anything like it."
"Then why are you suddenly against this?" I motion between us.
She sighs. "I shouldn't have let you do that because now you want more and I can't give you more."
"You mean sex?"
She nods. "Yes. You can't tell me after all that you don't want to take things further."
"Of course, I do. I told you before, Tabitha, I want you." I step closer to her and this time, she doesn't take any retreating steps back.
She shakes her head. "See? I can't go there with you, Jeremiah."
"Why not?"
"Two reasons. One, I barely know you. Yes, I know I shouldn't have let you do what you just did, but—"
"And reason two?" This time, she takes a retreating step back and looks down at the floor as she fiddles with her fingers. She mumbles something, but it's so low that I can't hear her. "I can't hear you."
Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet mine. "I've never done that before."
I raise my brow in confusion. "Done what before? Let a man go down on you?"
She nods. "That, too, but that's not what I was talking about."
I sigh and run my fingers through my hair.
"Then please tell me what you're talking about."
She bites her bottom lip. Then like a switch, she squares her shoulders, plants her feet and stares directly into my eyes. "I've never had sex before, Jeremiah." I feel my jaw slacken. "I'm a virgin."
After a moment or two of just staring at her, I allow my eyes to look over every inch of her curvaceous body. "Are you telling me that no man has ever touched you?"
She nods. "Other than you."
My eyes widen. "Me? So, that was the first time a man has ever touched you down there?"
Again, she nods. "Yes."
I quickly close the distance between us, take her face in my hands, and press my forehead against hers. "You are killing me, Tabitha Davenport." She sighs heavily, her breath on my lips. "What am I going to do with you?"
A soft chuckle escapes through her lips, then she's serious again. "What do you want to do to me?"
I draw back and stare directly into her eyes. "I want to make love to you. I want to hear you beg me to stop. And I want you to scream my name in pure ecstasy as I slip deeper and deeper inside you."
"Jeremiah." She shakes her head in my hands. "I'm not ready to go that far with you. It's like I said before, I barely know you and you barely know me."
I arch my eyebrows. "I think I know you pretty well now."
She playfully glares at me. "You know what I mean."
"So, then, give me a
chance to show you who I am and allow me to get to know the woman you are." I pull her face in closer until we're nose to nose. "I've never wanted anything in my life as much as I want you."
She stares at me in silence for what seems like hours before a small smile breaks across her face. "All right."
"All right, what?"
"All right to getting to know each other better," she chuckles. "Though I already know one thing about you."
"Which is?"
"You're really good with your mouth."
Past
Tabitha
(9)
I can honestly say that when you enjoy spending time with someone that time really does fly. It's been almost four months since Jeremiah and I started getting to know each other and things couldn't be better. Almost two weeks after we started spending more time together, I found out that he owned the company I worked for. At first, I thought he was lying when he told me he had no idea that I worked for his company. It wasn't until after he pointed out the difference in our schedules and how he would have pursued me a long time ago, had he known I worked for him, that I had no other choice but to believe him.
Lately, he's been trying to get me to quit my temp job and come work for him as his assistant and each time, I turn him down. Why? I don't want to be known as the woman who slept her way up the ladder. It didn't matter that Jeremiah and I hadn't even had sex; the rumors would still form, then spread like wildfire, no matter what.
"Don't you look comfortable."
I glance over at him from my place on his couch. He was seated behind his desk with a manila folder in his hand. The last month has consisted of the two of us having lunch in his office: he sat at his desk, catching up on whatever work needed to be done, and I sat on his couch, reading whatever book caught my eye.
"I am."
A slow smile tugs at the corners of his lips and he sets the folder down. "Have dinner with me."
"When?" I ask.
"How's tonight?"
I raise a curious brow. Jeremiah and I rarely go out to dinner. Not because he doesn't want to be seen with me, seeing as he's the one always asking me to go out, but because I don't like going out to fancy restaurants. Having nearly the entire restaurant staring at you because most of them feel as if you don't belong can sour anyone's mood. So, him asking me out to dinner means there's a reason behind it and I'm determined to find out what it is.
"Why?"
"Do I have to have a reason to take out the most beautiful woman in the world?" he questions with a furrowed brow.
"You, yes." I let out a soft chuckle. "You know I hate going to restaurants, so, whenever you ask me, I know there's something you're not telling me. So, spill it, Keegan."
He pushes to his feet, rounds his desk and crosses his desk to take a seat beside me. "Have I ever told you how annoying it is when you do that?"
I smile. "All the time."
A moment of silence surrounds us before he decides to speak again. "I want to introduce you to my friends."
"Really?"
He nods. "Yes."
I shift on the couch so that I’m fully facing him, my legs buried beneath me. "Do you think that's an excellent idea?"
He frowns. "Why do you ask? Do you not want to meet them?"
"Jeremiah, it's not like that."
"Then what is it?" I can hear the hint of annoyance in his tone as he stares at me.
I sigh.
"We haven't ever talked about what this," I gesture at the space between us, "even is. Don't get me wrong, the last three months have been amazing. I enjoy my time with you, but we've never discussed what we are to each other or put a title to it."
I watch him breathe out a sigh of relief before reaching out and taking my hand in his. "As far as I am concerned, you are already mine."
"I am?" I question him with a furrowed brow.
He smiles a toothy smile and it instantly makes him look younger. "Hell yeah."
I chuckle softly, then like a light switch, I'm serious again. "Seriously, Jeremiah, we should really talk about this. We really need to talk about where this is going."
He takes a deep breath, then turns his body so that his left leg is on the couch in front of me and his right foot is pressed to the floor. "In case I've not been clear, in the past or present, with what I want, let me do that now." He takes both my hands and presses his lips to the palms. "I want you. I want you in every way possible, in every way a man can have a woman. You are the woman I want to wake up next to, the woman I want a future with and the woman I want to spoil."
I chuckle at his last declaration. "Spoiling is out of the question."
He smiles but continues. "I don't want to share you with anyone else. I won't. I don't want you to walk away from me and into another man’s arms. The mere thought of you with someone else pisses me the fuck off." I watch him kiss his teeth to calm his sudden anger. "I don't want anyone else but you. I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want you and that will never change."
I swallow. I wasn't expecting that. Not even close. Jeremiah is a very expressive man when it comes to anger, but to see him express himself the way he just did struck a nerve in me. A good nerve.
"Besides, do you have any idea how many lives you'll save by being with me?" The corners of his lips tilt up.
"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
"Do you really think I'd let whoever touches you live another day?" He stares at me with wide eyes as if he expected me to know that. "That bastard would be dead before he hit the ground."
I stare at him with wide eyes and an uncovered mouth. "What?"
He shrugs. "It would be your fault, really."
I scoff. "My fault? You're the one committing murder."
"True, but had you stayed with me, it could have been avoided," he states with a smile. "So, if you don't want to have anyone’s blood on your hands, I highly recommend, you know, saying yes."
I shake my head. "Say yes to what?" I ask with a small smile.
"Being mine and only mine." He is serious again.
I take a deep breath, tilt my head slightly to the right and shift my gaze to the ceiling to make it look as if I'm thinking. "Well, I don't want to be the reason some family loses a son, brother or husband, so…" I lower my gaze to meet his. "I guess I don't have much of a choice but to agree, do I?"
He lifts his hands to my face and shakes his head. "No, you don't." He growls before his lips are on mine.
His hand is on my thigh and slowly inching its way to my center. It makes me hot and I want him to take me right on this couch. I want him to tear this dress off me and make love to me right now. I don’t care that there are people right outside his office, or that someone might hear us—hear me—I just want him inside me.
I bite my lip to suppress a moan when I feel his fingers slip into my panties and begin to slide up and down my slick folds. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
I lift my hips as his fingers near my center.
“Someone’s eager,” he chuckles.
“Stop teasing, Jeremiah!” I hiss.
He laughs and sinks one of his fingers into me slowly. I clamp down around his finger as he eases his way in and out as he uses his other hand to push my dress up until the material rests above my breasts. Dipping his head, he slides his tongue from my belly button up to my breasts where he eagerly sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. I arch my back from off the couch, pushing my nipple deeper into his mouth and giving him better access to my center. My desire for him surges through me, affecting everything: my nerves, my beating heart, my boiling blood in my veins and my breathing. I can’t even form a coherent thought right now if I wanted to.
I feel him insert another finger. That alone sends me over the edge. A familiar, yet not so very familiar, feeling deep in my belly surfaces, tightens, quickly. Here it comes! I explode in a body-quivering orgasm. But, he doesn’t stop. His fingers are still moving, faster and deeper, and before I know it, I am explo
ding around his fingers once again.
Damn! This man is amazing with his hands.
Once my breathing is under control, I lift my head to look at him. I watch in astonishment as he lifts his finger to his mouth and sucks on them. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my entire life than in this moment.
“You taste better than the last time,” he says as he slowly pulls my dress down to cover me. “I hope you know I am the only one who’s allowed to see you like this…ever.”
I raise a brow and sit up. “Oh really?”
I nod. “Really,” he says, mimicking my movements.
“Well, with you being my boyfriend and all,” I push forward on the couch and wrap my arms around his neck, “I’d say that’s a given.”
His arms circle my waist and as he goes to pull me closer, there is a knock at his door. "Mr. Keegan, there's a Jessica Brandon here to see you," Kelly, his receptionist, calls through the thick wooden door.
Sometimes, it surprises me that anyone can hear through that thing.
Jeremiah's growl vibrates against my lips and I smile. "Get the door."
He shakes his head. "I don't want to," he whines.
"Either you get it, or I will."
Again, he growls. "Fine."
He jumps up and crosses his office to the door. Shaking my head, I push to my feet and straighten my dress with my hands before combing my fingers through my hair, then up into a messy bun. I don't know why, but I find that they, messy buns, make me feel quite sexy.
"Jay!" a high, feminine voice squeals. I look up just in time to see a very pretty and tall brunette throw her arms around Jeremiah's neck.
"Jess, what are you doing here? I thought you weren't going to be back from Paris for another month," Jeremiah says, wrapping his arms around her middle.
Jess quickly draws back and meets his gaze. "I decided to come back and surprise you! Here I am!"
This woman is very chirpy and happy. I wonder if she's always this happy, or if she's only this happy with Jeremiah. Are you jealous? a voice in my head asks and I scoff at the silly thought. "Jealous of what?" I voiced aloud to myself. Why would I be jealous of his best friend? He'd told me about her two months ago, so it's not like she caught me off guard or anything.
