She felt stretched, but it felt wonderful, as the sensations built and she could feel herself getting closer to that all encompassing explosion she was craving. Her head was moving back and forth on the bed, and he stilled her moving by locking his other arm around her thigh. She was pinned to the bed with him sucking and kissing her, his fingers moving in and out of her body.
He began talking to her with his lips still resting on her sex. “This isn’t like last night, baby. I want to hear you tonight. I want to hear every sound, every gasp, every scream.” He took out his fingers, and repositioned himself, grasping her ass, and settling his mouth on her, sucking at her clit, and scraping lightly with his teeth and his whiskers.
“Jeremy!” she screamed.
“That’s it, baby. I want to hear you scream my name.” Then he sucked again.
“Oh, God. Jeremy...please,” she moaned, her legs trying to move around his head, but still being held captive by his arms.
“Your pussy is mine, Ryann,” he growled against her. “Say it.”
“Yes...please, Jeremy,” she gasped. “Please!”
“I want to hear you say my name when you come, Ryann. Now, baby. I want to hear you,” then he dove in and sucked...and sucked...and sucked.
And she nearly flew off the bed, screaming, “Jer - e - my!” gasping in different syllables, shattering in climax. He continued to suckle her until gasps turned to whimpers, and then he slowly let her down onto the bed from where she had been straining up from, lapping up every last drop of her essence.
She was so exhausted and completely sated, that she felt like a rag doll. She could feel him removing her shoes, and placing her feet on the edge of the bed, her feet planted with her knees up. However, she couldn’t even keep her legs from dropping open in exhaustion. She drowsily opened her eyes, and saw him watching her, stripping quickly.
“Perfect,” he said as looked at her. His look was so intense, her stomach flipped. While staring at her, he removed his pants and boxer briefs in one movement. Her eyes moved from his chiseled chest to his penis.
Holy shit. God, he was very big, and very hard. She wanted to feel him moving inside her, but she had doubts that he was going to fit.
He must’ve seen her uncertainty, and smiled his sexy half smile. “It’ll fit, Ry.”
He made sure she was returning his look, and began licking his lips, her juices still on his mouth. “You taste so rich and creamy.” Pause. “But there are other places I want to taste.”
He reached the nightstand, and opened the champagne. With the open bottle, he returned to her, stepped between her legs, at the edge of the bed, and held it over her breasts. He slowly poured champagne into his cupped hand, then dribbled drops of it onto her breasts and nipples.
The coldness and fizz of the liquid created a sharp tingle on her skin from the carbonation, then a heat began to pulse on her nipples. Jeremy placed the bottle back on the nightstand, and helped push her up onto the bed, climbing between her legs.
Keeping his weight on his arms, he leaned down and grabbed one nipple between his lips and pulled it up, before putting it in his mouth and sucking off the champagne.
“Mmm. Champagne and strawberries.”
He repeated the same treatment to her other nipple, then slowly licked her stomach and chest, lapping up all of the fizzy champagne.
“God, Jeremy,” she breathed, squirming again on the bed.
He chuckled, then nibbled at her lips. “I’m not done with you yet, baby. Not even close.”
She fisted her hands in his hair and drew him down for a kiss. She was on the verge of desperation. She needed him to fill her. She needed it now. “Please, Jeremy, just get inside me already!” she gasped.
He chuckled at her demand and reached back to the nightstand, grabbing a condom. When he turned back to her, the wrapped condom was dangling between his teeth. He fisted his cock, and stroked it, while tearing the condom wrapper with his other fingers and his teeth…all while his intense green eyes continued to gobble her up.
He rolled the condom on, then crawled back onto the bed between her legs. He wrapped his arms up underneath her back and shoulders, so his hands cradled her head, and the full weight of her was on his arms. His chest rested lightly on her breasts, the hair teasing at her nipples.
God, he felt so good. Smelled so good. She was inundated with feelings, so spent, and she knew her emotions were close to the surface. She was trying her hardest to hold onto them. She was drenched for him, wetter than she had ever been before sex, and so ready, awash with anticipation. Sated, but wanting more. Her hands began to stroke his back, her nails lightly scratching him.
He moaned at the sensation, and kneeled between her legs, using his knees to spread her thighs to lift and rest hers upon his own.
“Pull your knees back farther, baby.” She did, and he was able to move his knees up on the bed even more, so that her hips and butt were now elevated off the bed, and resting primarily on his thighs. Her knees were spread wide.
Then, he began to massage her scalp.
She was melting like butter, sighing at the pleasure of his fingers kneading her scalp. Slowly, he kissed her. Sweetly. Tenderly. Always nibbling. His tongue softly licking in her mouth.
She could feel herself relaxing, drifting, and then she felt him begin to slide into her. She breathed deeply, while he stretched her.
“Baby,” he said through gritted teeth, “you feel so fucking good...God, you’re so tight.”
That made a new rush of wetness come, allowing him to slip all the way in to the hilt. It was a snug fit, and she could feel her overly sensitized inner walls screaming as he moved. He continued to rub her scalp.
She moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. His jaw was clenched.
“God, Ryann. You’re so tight. Fuck.” He began to slowly slide back out, then back in. Out. In. Out. In. Each time he slid back in, he ground his pelvic bone into her clit. With her hips raised up at the angle they were, the backs of her thighs on his, and her knees spread wide, the feeling was mind blowing.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to come again, but God, did he feel good. Other than the night before, she had never come twice in one night, and especially not during sex. Whenever she had been with Brent, she could come during manual or oral stimulation before or after sex, but for some reason she could never climax during.
But as he dragged his cock in and out of her, grinding into her clit each time, all while kissing her and massaging her scalp, she was a mass of quivering nerves, unable to think.
He looked her in the eyes, then dropped his forehead to hers, sliding in again. “You feel incredible,” he groaned.
Then out, then in. “So wet.”
Out. In. “Tight and hot.”
Out. In. “Fuck.” His jaw was clenched, and his hips began to pick up speed. Every time he slid back in, he continued his grind.
Her breath caught every time he did it, and she couldn’t believe that she was feeling that pull once more, building again. Their moans mingled with each other, until he was finally pounding into her, holding her firmly in his arms, his hands still cradling her head, his teeth at her neck, nibbling and sucking.
She was gasping out moans, gripping her arms around his neck, sobs escaping, tears streaming from her eyes.
Jeremy could hold back no longer.
“Ryann… God!” He was riding her so fast and hard, she thought she would break in two, but not before one more climax hit her, sharp and intense, completely taking her by surprise.
She let out his name in a low, long scream, climaxing and convulsing on his cock, squeezing him. He let out a triumphant yell, his teeth clenched together, and exploded into her.
Several seconds later, they were both panting as if they’d just run a marathon.
The only thing that was out of place, were the quiet tears leaking from Ryann’s eyes.
Chapter 15
She was mortified that she couldn’t seem to stop the tea
rs from flowing...sliding down her face, dripping into her ears, her hair, and still she couldn’t stop.
She moved her hands from his back, and tried to swipe at her tears, frustrated with herself, but Jeremy wouldn’t allow it. He simply took both of her arms, placed them above her head, and rested his hands on her upper arms, pinning her there.
Still buried inside her, he looked at her with concern, and began kissing away her tears.
That just made her cry even more.
“I’m so sorry,” she mumbled. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Shh, I’m the one who’s sorry,” he said, swallowing. “God, Ryann. Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”
She blinked at him in confusion, then a giggle began to form in her chest, working its way up her throat, and bursting out of her mouth.
He stilled and looked at her. “What...?” he asked with a frown.
Now she was laughing, and let out a huge sigh, the tears finally under control. “Jeremy, you didn’t hurt me at all. You were...it was...” Her smile turned into a shaky sigh. God, she needed to get a grip.
His frown turned into a tender smile, but his eyes were still confused. “What’s the matter? Tell me why you were crying,” he demanded in a soft tone, as he kissed her cheek below her eyes.
She became quiet, took a cleansing sigh, and got her emotions in check. Jeremy sweetly kissed her eyes and cheeks, drying her tears, stroking her hair.
When she could finally look him in the eye, he kissed her softly, then leaned back allowing her speak.
She looked away, and muttered, “I can’t believe I just cried all over you, as a thanks for the best sex I’ve ever had.” He grew quiet...still...then a moment later, nuzzled her neck and mouth. She continued, her voice hesitant, “Was I-? Was it-?”
“Ryann, look at me.” He waited until she did. “Baby, I think it’s safe to say, that was spectacular for both of us. What we just did was...fucking amazing. It was great for me, even better than my fantasies. And let me tell you, my fantasies where you play a starring role are pretty fucking hot.” He put his mouth at her ear. “You’re so tight, baby. And so warm and wet... you feel so good.” He groaned, and she could feel him getting hard again. “I need to get rid of this condom.” He kissed her sweetly, then slowly eased out of her, and grabbed her face. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
She watched his beautiful form, and gorgeous ass, walk into the bathroom, and sighed. What the hell was wrong with her? Telling him that he was the best sex she’d ever had?
God, what must he think of her? But she couldn’t help it. He was completely overwhelming her in every way. His skill in the bedroom surpassed Brent’s. But what could she expect? Brent was a babe compared to Jeremy. Jeremy had made her feel desired, sexy, aroused beyond belief...and cherished. She knew it was ridiculous to think that Jeremy thought of her that way. They barely knew each other. And she knew he was experienced. If he was this good with every woman he’d been with, it was a miracle they weren’t all lined up outside his door.
She knew she was just another woman he found attractive. But he was so sensual. Sex with him was a multi sensory experience.
Every sense was engaged, his touch on her skin, his taste in her mouth, his gorgeous looks, the sounds of his words… God, his words. She’d never been talked to in such a way. It was so dirty and raw…and honest. It added to her already aroused state, and contributed to her being completely uninhibited.
Which is what triggered the tears... the unexpected orgasm.
Holy shit. It completely snuck up on her, and considering she had never had one during sex before, it just made the whole experience with him that much more out of this world. She couldn’t believe the feeling. She wanted him to take her again and again.
She saw him coming back with a washcloth, and realized she hadn’t moved. She was still laying there naked as the day she was born, her legs open. She scrambled up to her butt, grabbing at blankets to cover herself.
“No. Stay where you are.” He got there just in time to pull the blankets from her hands and put his hand on her chest, gently pushing her down onto her back. Then he straddled her legs.
She swallowed.
He looked at her, his eyes heavy lidded, not saying a word. He just took the warm washcloth, and ran it over her chest, her breasts and nipples, down her stomach. Then, still watching her face, he slowly cleaned her sex, stroking her with the cloth.
She squirmed and tried not to moan. This guy was going to be the death of her. She was sure of it.
He leaned down and kissed her softly, lightly sucking on her bottom lip. “Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Umm. Yeah, actually, I do.” He got up, threw the towel in the hamper in the corner, and helped her up from the bed, lightly smacked her ass and gave her a wink.
“I’m gonna get us some water. I’ll be right back.”
“Ok,” she said, and quickly went into the bathroom. After she used the toilet, she washed her hands at the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She definitely looked well fucked. Her hair was a mess, her lips full from his nibbles and kisses. He liked to nibble. She blushed. She liked it when he took light bites. And her body had a rosy glow.
Yup. Definitely well fucked.
A tap sounded at the door.
“You okay in there?”
“Yeah,” she said through the door, then cleared her throat. “I’ll be right out.”
She heard him walk away from the door, then she turned the faucet back on to put some water on her face. After, she took a deep breath.
She looked around for a bathrobe, but didn’t see one. Figures. He probably walked around naked all of the time. She couldn’t walk out in a towel. She would look ridiculous, but she suddenly felt shy walking out naked.
Geez, this guy probably thought she was the most naïve, inexperienced 27 year old in the tri-state area. First she cries after sex, then she can’t even walk out of the bathroom without covering herself. Get a grip, Ryann.
She threw her shoulders back and walked out of the bathroom.
He turned from placing the tray of drinks on the nightstand, and stood frozen as she appeared in the bathroom doorway.
And just like that, she was nervous again. He stood so gloriously naked, so gorgeous, his hair sticking up, his tall beautiful body so perfectly made, his penis growing by the second.
She stopped walking, fixated on him, then covering her breasts and beginning to fidget. She cleared her throat. “I need a… Do you have a… I need a shirt or something. Do you mind if I borrow one?” she asked shyly.
He began stalking toward her, then stopped in front of her. Taking her hands and moving her arms to her sides, he said, “Yes, I do mind if you borrow one. I much prefer you like this.”
Blushing, she stuttered, “Jeremy…”
He smiled lecherously, and took one finger and stroked from her lips, down her neck, between her breasts, then around her nipple, until he finally ended his finger’s journey on her hip bone.
Her breathing picked up. He took his finger and raised her chin so her eyes met his. “There’s no reason to put one on, because you won’t be wearing it for long.”
He stroked his hand up under her hair, and gripped it gently but firmly, then began kissing her face, her lips, making his way down to her neck. Then he settled his lips on the flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and took a soft bite. “You taste so good.”
He took her hand and led her to the bed, offering her some water.
“Thank you,” she whispered. She took a few gulps, then put it down. He was looking as if he wanted to take a few gulps of her.
He was now fully erect. He sat on the bed, with his back against the headboard, then reached his hand out. “Come here. Straddle me.”
She did as he asked, and he helped to position her on his lap. She could feel his hardness as she settled on him. His cock was nestled between the slick folds of her sex, and she unconsciously stroked he
rself along its length. She couldn’t resist...he was so smooth.
The color was riding high on his cheekbones, and he reached his arms around her waist until she was flat against his hard chest. His fingers were playing up and down her spine and she arched against them.
When she did so, he leaned forward and kissed between her breasts, and reached a hand up to play with one of her nipples.
She let out a garbled sound, and he began sucking on the other one.
“Your nipples are such a sweet pink color.” He suckled some more, letting his teeth graze lightly along the tightened bud. “They taste sweet, too.”
She let out a sound when his teeth touched her. God, this man used every part of his mouth when it came to sex, and she loved it.
“You like it when I bite, Ryann? A little pain can intensify the feelings,” he whispered.
“Ah,” she responded as he sucked hard. “Yes...”
“Tell me what you like, baby,” as he moved to the other nipple and bit down lightly on the bud.
“That,” she gasped softly. “I like that.”
“Let’s see what else you like.” He reached over to the nightstand to presumably get another condom.
She reached out her hand, and stopped him. He looked at her questioningly.
“I’m on the pill.”
He sat there and blinked, and she almost giggled because he looked like someone had hit him over the head with a two by four.
“You are?”
She nodded. “It helps to regulate my period, so I never stopped taking it after Brent died. Do you want to - ? I mean, are you - ?” She wasn’t sure how to ask the question she wanted to ask.
He kissed her softly on the mouth, and then cupped her face while he looked in her eyes. “I’m healthy. I get tested a couple of times a year.” Pause. “Are you saying...you don’t want to use a condom?”
“If you say you’re healthy, then I trust you,” she whispered.
He groaned and wrapped his arms tightly around her bringing her close, and kissing her aggressively on the mouth. “God, I didn’t think I could get any harder tonight, but I just did.”
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