Release (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  He groaned, watching her as well.

  She ran her tongue up the length, licking her lips to catch all of the drips, but didn’t touch the tip. She just started at the base all over again on another side.

  He put his hands in her hair, holding it back for her, freeing up her hands. His grip became tighter as she got closer to his tip, but she withheld her tongue from that area again, making one more trip from the base up his length, licking him clean except for the bulb at the top. Her hands began massaging his balls.

  “Ryann,” he growled in a gasp, sounding like he was about to lose it. “You’re fucking killing me,” he groaned.

  She smiled up at him, then put the tip of his penis in her mouth and sucked him clean, enjoying the yell that reverberated the depths of his chest.

  “Ahh,” he groaned loudly through gritted teeth.

  The grip on her hair was now so tight, she felt that she had achieved enough success. She looked at him with a sultry gaze, and still lapping at his tip like a little kitten at a bowl of cream, she whispered against him innocently, “I’m ready for my shower fucking now.”

  Chapter 26

  He practically roared, and vaulted off the bed, picking her up, walking quickly into the bathroom. He walked into the shower that seemed larger than her bedroom, and put her down, then turned on the faucets.

  When he turned back to look at her, she stepped back with a little trepidation until her back hit the tile wall. The shower began to steam up as the water heated, but it wasn’t nearly as hot as the look on Jeremy’s face.

  Although he was only a couple of steps away, he used that short distance to stalk toward her, his eyes taking on an animalistic gleam.

  If teasing him brought this out in him, she would have to do it more often. He looked like an animal who had just captured his prey, and was about to ravish it. Now, she was the anxious one, and he was definitely the one in control.

  Before he reached her, he let his hungry eyes slowly eat her up, from the tips of her toes, settling for a few seconds at the juncture of her thighs, then reaching her breasts. When his eyes met hers, she swallowed with a little bit of apprehension.

  He leaned both hands on the tile wall on either side of her head, caging her in. “Did you like teasing me, kitten?” he whispered, with his eyes glittering.

  In a moment of confidence, she raised her chin and with a twinkle in her eye, nodded yes very slowly. She licked her lips catching some of the chocolate that was still left there.

  He pressed her body to the shower wall, and leaned down to her ear. He took the earlobe between his teeth, then whispered, “I’m going to wash every inch of you. Nice and slow. Then I’m going to take you against this tile wall. You remember when I took you against your front door?”

  She nodded, aroused beyond belief. Oh, she remembered. It was kinda unforgettable.

  “You’re gonna be hot and wet for me, baby...inside and out, this time,” he said without moving his head, his teeth still around her earlobe.

  She let out a strangled sound.

  “I’m going to pound so deep inside of you, you’re going to come harder than you ever have before, baby.” He released her earlobe. “I can’t wait to hear you screaming,” he continued in his sand papery voice.

  She was breathing heavily, waiting for him to make his move. When he stepped back, he reached for his woodsy spicy shower gel and squeezed some into his hands. Once they were lathered, he looked at her and said, “Come closer.”

  She took a calming breath, and did as he asked.

  “Now stand under the spray of the faucets.”

  There were two on opposite walls, with a huge waterfall showerhead on the ceiling overhead. She stepped under the heated sprays, and closed her eyes in ecstasy at the feeling of the hot water hitting her already sensitized body from all directions. It was decadent.

  He came up behind her and reached around under her arms and began washing her breasts, taking his time plucking at her nipples.

  “Put your arms out to your sides and hold onto those shelves.” She looked out, and on each side of her, built into the tile walls, were shelves. In fact, there were shelves placed all over the shower.

  She did as he asked, and he finished cleaning her breasts, then pushed her gently forward so the two side showerheads sprayed water onto her nipples. The feeling was incredible. She almost thought she would come just like this, she was so overstimulated. She imagined these faucets hit him at his ribcage, but because of their height difference, they hit her right on the sides of her breasts, teasing her.

  He began running his hands down her back washing it, then moved back up to knead her shoulders. Her head naturally fell forward, and she let out a soft moan.

  His slippery hands continued their soapy journey as he kneeled behind her and skimmed past her ass to her legs, washing each one from toes to thigh. On the way up, he paid special attention to her ass, running his slick hand between her cheeks.

  She gasped and steadied herself even more.

  He continued his ministrations, caressing her ass, plumping her cheeks, planting kisses along her curves.

  Her breathing picked up. “Jeremy...” she whimpered.

  “I told you I was going to wash every inch of you. This is what happens when you tease me to the point of insanity, Ryann,” he murmured against her skin. “Now, it’s my turn...”

  He nuzzled between her cheeks, taking bites of her flesh, and she whimpered again, now holding onto the shelves for fear of falling.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby,”

  At this point, she was on the edge, and she prayed her moment of release was just around the corner. She didn’t think she could take much more of this torment. She’d do whatever he asked.

  He soaped his hands again, and reached one hand forward to clean her pussy, removing all of the sticky chocolate that remained, then his hand slowly played with her, toying with her nub, causing it to swell even more. At the same time, his other hand caressed her ass one last time, and slipped forward underneath her to allow two fingers to slip into her wet core.

  She gasped, and felt as if she were moments from shattering.

  Then, without warning, his thumb pressed against the rosebud of her ass, and she let out a guttural sound that came from the depths of her core.

  The hot water was spraying onto her breasts, one hand was rubbing her clit, the other hand had fingers inside her while his thumb was pressing her ass, and he was moving them all at the same time. The sensation of being filled in every way, along with the hot water pounding at her in every direction, caused her to grip the shelves she had been holding, nearly ripping them off the tile wall. Her head moved back so the water pounded at her neck.

  All kinds of sexual sounds were involuntarily escaping her body, as she began pumping madly against all of his fingers, glorying in the awareness that she was with a man who could make her feel so alive, and teach her how to let go, how to release herself from all inhibitions.

  She gasped and sobbed as she quickly raced to that finish that would bring her complete relief.

  “That’s it, baby…that’s it, baby…come on…” he said against her ass.

  A moment later, he pressed at all three pressure points that he had captured with his hands, and lightly bit down onto her ass cheek, and she screamed…convulsing around him.

  She cried out over and over, shattering into what felt like a million pieces, straining against his hands, coming and coming, until like a rag doll she fell back onto him, and he removed his hands from inside her, catching her from falling.

  He quickly stood behind her, and with one arm around her waist holding her up, he used his other hand to quickly washed the chocolate from himself, and turned her so her back was against the tile.

  His eyes looked ravenous, his breathing heavy…but she didn’t even think she could go another round. She was completely spent…he had rung her out, and she was still trying to recover.

  “Jeremy, please…” she
began, trying to catch her breath. “No more…I can’t…” she whimpered.

  He chuckled. “Oh, you can. I want one more, baby, and you’re going to give it me.”

  He lifted her quickly and easily, put her back to the wall, and wrapped her legs around him, holding her in place. He anchored his feet on the floor where it met the wall behind them, securing them from falling, and then he slowly, inch by inch, pushed inside her wet, slick folds. All the way in until she made a mewling sound.

  She had almost forgotten what this felt like from this position…almost. But he reminded her very quickly.

  He thrust up, and she screamed at the force of it. Her hands grappled for support, and she settled on winding her arms around his neck.

  “Hold on, baby. I’m going to take you hard.”

  And with that as her only warning, he pulled out then hammered into her. And she held on, crying out over and over as he pounded into her, her hands clawing at his shoulders while he nailed her to the wall.

  He was completely out of control, as he neared his own completion, he growled, “I love you….I love you…fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.” He yelled through his teeth.

  It was his declaration of love, and his words, that spurred her body into action, and somehow finding the strength inside her, she ground against him every chance she got, and allowed herself to be overcome by the emotions and feelings inside her.

  “I love you, Jeremy…” she panted. “I love you…” she gasped again, kissing his eyelids, his forehead, his face.

  He roared, and she could feel him coming inside her, triggering her own surrender as she screamed.

  Her body had felt like it’d been put through an intense workout, sore in places she didn’t even know she had muscles. It took Jeremy about 30 seconds before he came back down from his own high, and slowly pulled out of her, letting her slide down the wall. She could barely stand.

  He chuckled. “Here, baby. Sit here while I wash your hair.” He directed her to a built in stool in the corner, and stroked her face.

  He came back a moment later with his bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and spent the next couple of minutes washing her hair, massaging her scalp, and making her feel like melting into the floor. After he washed, he would take one of the handheld side showerheads, and bring it over, rinsing her hair out. Then he did it again with the conditioner.

  Allowing her a moment of recovery, he washed his own hair, then turned off the water. He dried them both, then lifted her still wrapped in her towel and brought her back to the bed, laying her down. Miraculously, no chocolate had gotten onto the sheets, so he unwrapped her, and pulled the covers up over her, threw the towel in the hamper and climbed in after her.

  She couldn’t move. She was exactly where he had dumped her.

  He looked at her with tenderness and a bit of concern. “I’m sorry, baby. Was I too rough?” he asked, genuinely contrite. “If you turn over, I’ll rub your back.”

  She wasn’t going to pass that up, so she turned onto her stomach.

  “God, Ryann!” He sounded alarmed.

  “What?”

  “You’re back…it’s all red! Did I do this to you? My God.” He took a moment to calm himself. “Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?!”

  “You didn’t…It felt wonderful,” she purred.

  He lightly stroked his fingers down her spine, causing goose bumps to rise on her back.

  “Mmm…”

  “It looks like you have a rug burn. I can’t believe I didn’t see this in the shower.”

  She chuckled into the pillow. “You had other things on your mind.”

  “You told me ‘no more.’ I should’ve listened to you,” he cursed.

  She turned her head to look at him, “Hey.”

  He looked at her, genuine worry in his eyes.

  She leaned up on her knees next to him. “Hey,” she said again, grabbing his face to look at her. “I love every second of how you enjoy my body…because I’m enjoying it just as much.” She cleared her throat and began to blush. “I like it when…you’re a little rough. I didn’t realize how much I would, but I do. It makes me feel…powerful…like I can make you lose control.”

  He reached his hand up under her dark hair, and held her head. He kissed her lightly, then looked at her with a smile tinged with embarrassment.

  “You do make me lose control. But I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

  She gripped his hair with both hands. “Listen to me, buddy. If you dial it back one notch, I’ll know it, and I’ll be pissed. I’m not going to break. When you love my body, I want you to love it the way you want to love it…and you need to know that I want you to love it that way too...got it?”

  He snickered. “My, you’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

  He rested her back down, so she was back on her stomach. “Let me get some lotion. I want to love your body gently right now…give you a nice rub down.”

  “If that’ll make you feel better,” she muttered with a smile.

  “It will.”

  By the time he finished with her shoulders and was working his way to her back, she was already asleep.

  Chapter 27

  Both Sunday and Monday passed in a blissful blur.

  On Sunday, Ryann awoke completely entwined in Jeremy’s arms, as if he was afraid she’d somehow disappear in the middle of the night. She had taken the time to look at him, lying there asleep.

  She was so in love with him. With that love, came some fear…the fear of losing him. But she knew she couldn’t let her fear run her life anymore. She had shown great strides when she moved to the City, and changed jobs. Now she needed to show her courage in relationships as well.

  He awoke shortly after, cuddling her, whispering in her ear, “I love you.” She felt his love...she felt cherished…and in many ways, whole again.

  They had a leisurely late breakfast, and spent the day being lazy, watching movies…he loved epic movies and she was a big John Hughes fan. They snacked on chips and guacamole.

  She’d finally gotten around to talking to him about stepping down from the VC position at the Institute.

  “Why on earth would you do that?”

  He grabbed her hand while they sat on the sofa. “When Jack Willis called me to tell me about Jennifer and your complaint against her, I just got to thinking.” He looked at her. “I don’t want there to ever be anything getting in our way. And I definitely don’t want you to be talked about, or have people wondering about your ability or job. It just hit me that I want to make sure that people can see you stand apart from me, and you can be accepted on your own merits. I wanted that for you. Besides, Luke will be the alternate for now, until they can find a new Vice Chairperson.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” she stammered. “I mean, this is your family’s Institute, Jeremy. You should be there in that position.”

  He was shaking his head before she finished her statement. “No, baby. There is nothing in this world that is more important to me than you. And it’s in your best interest for me to step down. It’s not the end of the world for me, and I’ll always be connected in some way, shape, or form. Maybe I’ll reconsider once your position is secured there, but I would do it over again in a heartbeat, to make sure your reputation is spotless.”

  She kissed him silly after that, and they’d had a nice make-out session on the sofa.

  For dinner, they’d made comfort food...some angel hair pasta with meatballs.

  Afterwards, they’d watched another movie, snuggling on the bed. When the credits were rolling, she was wanting him, and she told him so. He chuckled, commenting that he loved it when she said things like that. She made a note of it.

  He wanted to make love slowly that night. He seemed to want to take great care in not being rough.

  “I’m not made of glass, Jeremy.”

  “I know you’re not...but if I take you slowly, I can watch you lose control...little by little.” His tongue touched
his top lip. “And make you beg for it.” He nipped at her lower lip, while he nestled himself between her legs. “I like hearing you beg for it,” he murmured as he licked his way into her mouth.

  He dipped his thick manhood into her counterpoint lazily, then retreated, repeating the same movement a few times. She reached her hands down and pushed him in deeper, pressing her hands on his ass.

  “Put your hands above your head,” he breathed in between kisses, until she blew out a sound of frustration.

  “Jeremy...” she said, exasperated.

  “Hmm?” He tickled the sides of her breasts with his fingers, lightly drawing circles with his fingernails.

  “I need to touch you,” she said, with a discontented moan.

  “Trust me, baby. I’ll let you touch me all you want once I’ve had you...now, arms above your head.”

  He groaned and arched into her, as her nails deliberately climbed his body, lightly scraping along his ass, scratching his back, sifting through his hair on his scalp, then finally settled on the bed above her head...her eyes took on a satisfied look.

  “Keep it up, baby,” he tsked. “I’m gonna fuck you so slow, you’re gonna be crazy for it.”

  “I already am,” she said, wiggling underneath him.

  His hands teased over to her nipples, and his thumbs pressed lightly onto them, rotating them in circles, causing her to writhe even more. He obliged her with another agonizingly slow and measured thrust. Then another. Then another. All while he administered his thumb’s attentions to the hard aching points of her breasts.

  She let out a garbled sound.

  “What’s the matter, baby?” he said while biting below her ear.

  She undulated her hips up to meet him, clenching her muscles around him.

  “Temptress,” he hissed.

  Her inner walls clenched around him again. He stilled his movements.

  Both of their breathing was labored at this point, both fighting for control.

  “What do you need, baby?” his voice rumbled in her ear.

  There was no way she was going to tell him, so ready to win this game that he’d started. “Not a thing...” she breathed, raising an eyebrow, licking her lips.