Release (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  “They all love you,” he said now, holding her. “They just wanted to make sure you were doing okay,” he said quietly in her hair, his arms loosely around her.

  “I am doing okay. In fact, I’m doing better than okay,” she said, as she ran her finger down his arm. When she reached his hand, she lifted it to her lips, then looked him in the eye, while taking his finger and resting it on her lower lip.

  She grabbed it between her teeth, then sucked it into her mouth. She watched his reaction as his green eyes flared, darkening with lust. He hissed slightly watching her lips.

  Releasing his finger, and cuddling his palm to her face, she whispered with conviction, “I’m warning you, Jeremy. I’m not taking no for an answer. You taught me that.”

  He began breathing heavily, “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s a shame that’s what you’re afraid of, because that’s the last thing I’m afraid of.” Pause. “Do you know what I’m afraid of?”

  “What? I don’t want you to be afraid…”

  “I’m afraid that you’re never going to want me the same way again.”

  “No, baby! No. I just…I want to make sure you’re healed. I know I can be rough, and…”

  “You are rough, and that’s the way I want you. That’s how you were when I fell in love with you, and I don’t want that to change. I want you, just as you are. I trust you completely not to hurt me….so….like I said. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  She stepped away, and slowly peeled off her top to reveal her demi cup bra in midnight blue. She hoped that her breasts spilling out of it would distract him from the mark left on the front and back of her side from the bullet. And if Jeremy’s expression was a good indicator, she had succeeded.

  “God, Ryann,” he swallowed, and closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again, zeroing in on her chest.

  When his eyes reached hers, she chalked up one point for Ryann.

  She tilted her head, and let her finger rest on the top of her breast. “How are you feeling, Jeremy?” she purred.

  He whimpered with a chuckle. “You’re killing me here.”

  “I’m just getting started, big boy. You better get ready, because there’s a chance that I might be too rough with you.”

  She reached her hand down and rested it on the top of her skirt....then she turned around and shimmied her ass out of it, letting it fall to the floor, and then stepped out…allowing him to get a good look at her posterior, in her panties and heels.

  She looked over her shoulder, and he was no longer smiling. She knew she looked good in the matching lace thong with the small teasing bow just at the small of her back. He would discover that when it was untied, the thong would fall off of her. He would also discover that she did something else…she had gotten waxed.

  She wiggled her butt while looking over her shoulder. “I seem to recall a promise at the fourth of July barbeque that I was going to have a surprise waiting for me that evening…like being tied up or something.”

  He groaned, “Stop, Ryann.”

  She turned to face him. “Nope. Not gonna stop.” She ran her hands over the globes of her breasts where they met up in the middle at the clasp, then unhooked it, keeping herself covered for only a moment. She unveiled one breast, then the other… and let the bra drop to the floor.

  Now she stood in the foyer, with nothing on but her thong and heels, waiting for him to make his move. Just thinking of herself doing this two months earlier was laughable, but he had freed her, taught her to be confident in her sexuality, and she was going to use it to her advantage.

  He glared at her, and she finally saw the look she had been waiting for. The look that said he was going to lose control…and he wasn’t going to be gentle.

  Score the second point for Ryann.

  He took a step forward, looking at her breasts, then her lips, then her eyes. His own glittered with intent, and the intent said he was about to conquer his prey.

  “I’m only going to ask this once, Ryann... Are you sure you’re ready?”

  She nodded, and smiled coyly.

  “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes.”

  He raised an eyebrow, and his mouth kicked up into a lazy grin, “Yes, sir.”

  She raised her eyebrows as well, remembering that particular fantasy he had mentioned. “Yes, sir,” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

  He walked the rest of the distance to her, and carefully picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. With his hands supporting her under her ass, she linked her arms around his neck, and nibbled on his lips.

  “Sir?” she whispered in between kisses.

  He chuckled, “Yes?”

  He didn’t allow her to talk while he plundered her mouth and began walking them through the living room and kitchen, up to the bedroom.

  When they arrived to the bedroom, he kicked the door closed behind him, and nuzzled her neck. “You were saying?”

  She couldn’t think. At all. She was completely consumed by her arousal that she couldn’t even remember what she was going to ask him down in the foyer. Her eyes were glazed over, and she whimpered when he bit down on her earlobe.

  Yes… Yes… this is what she had been waiting for.

  “Please, Jeremy… Please, don’t make me wait.”

  “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

  “I need you…to…I need…” she babbled incoherently while he sucked and bit and licked his way down her neck.

  “Say it, Ryann. If we’re going to do this the way I want, you’re going to need to tell me. I want you to be absolutely sure,” he said as he nipped at her bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth.

  “I need you to fuck me,” she whispered.

  He moaned in her mouth, and as if a dam broke, began to kiss her aggressively, his tongue eating at her lips. He walked them over to the foot of the bed, and laid her back down, grinding his jean clad pelvis into her.

  “Say it again,” he demanded.

  “Fuck me, please…sir,” she added with a smile.

  He chuckled. “God, I love you, and you are seriously about to get fucked, woman…but you’re going to tell me if I’m hurting…”

  She raised her head and kissed him to shut him up. She felt alive, really alive, since the shooting, and she didn’t want to think about it anymore…she just wanted to feel.

  “Jeremy, fuck me…now.”

  He growled, and stood up between her legs, and tore off his jeans and shirt, then leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, pulling on it, sucking it, while his other hand rolled the other between his fingers.

  He switched his mouth to the other breast and said, “I saw a bow on the back of these things,” he murmured while he stroked her pussy through the panties. “I want to see it again.” He tweaked her nipple, then leaned up and turned her onto her stomach.

  “Mmm, you have a sweet ass, baby,” he said, and she could feel his breath blow across her back.

  He untied the bow, and the thong fell open…then he pulled them off of her. “The best gift ever,” he said softly. “Oh, yeah…” he whispered, rubbing his hand down her cheeks. “How do you want to be fucked, baby?”

  She squirmed.

  He turned her again so she was on her back, and when his eyes latched onto her waxed skin, he got on his knees and buried his face into her. His mouth nibbled and sucked on the lips of her sex, and he said, “You’ve been planning this attack, I see.”

  “Ahh!” she cried, as he skated over her clit with his teeth.

  He persisted in bringing her to the brink several times, by biting lightly on her labia, then tonguing her opening. He was deep kissing her everywhere, and each time he would come close to the swollen nub that was screaming for his mouth, his lips, he would evade her. At one point, he flattened his tongue and let it swipe her clit just once, lightly to let her know he knew exactly what he was doing...torturing her, until she couldn’t take anymore. She was lifting her h
ips to meet his mouth, but he still kept control, licking and nibbling all around, eating her.

  Finally, she gripped her hands in his hair, and pulled him up her body.

  “Now, Jeremy!”

  He smiled his dazzling smile. “Yes, ma’am.” Then he lifted her legs back resting them on her shoulders, and thrust into her.

  He closed his eyes, and groaned through gritted teeth. “I’ve been wanting to do this for three weeks.” He pulled out and slammed in again. “I’ve missed you.” He surged in and out several times, then leaned down to kiss her. While his mouth was on hers, he moaned, “God, I’ve missed you, baby. I’m finally home…”

  She held on and moved her hips up to encourage him to keep moving. “I love you, Jeremy…I won’t leave you, but you can’t leave me either….not like you did these last three weeks,” she gasped.

  He was grinding into her, slowly and deliberately. “Never again. Never again,” he said, and picked up his pace, his strokes becoming faster and faster.

  He held her legs back, hooked over his forearms, and he thrust faster, making sure that he was hitting all of her sweet spots.

  Sounds began to escape them, expressing the build of their pleasure, mutually delivering their messages of love...until they finally reached the pinnacle of their release together.

  Moments later, they lay there happily in each other’s arms. And as Ryann snuggled closer to him, she thought of the words she had written to Jeremy on the back of the painting in their foyer:

  To my Jeremy, my heart, my red iris

  I am eternally yours...

  for freeing me to love again

  for teaching me to embrace myself

  for selflessly showing me passion

  and for ultimately delivering your perfect message of love to me

  I love you, for releasing me from my past, and for being my future…

  Acknowledgments

  Rebecca Lynn would like to thank the beta readers for their willingness to read, their courage to critique, and their astute feedback, especially Doreen, Elisha, and Stephanie for burning the midnight oil to finish this daunting task.

  Rebecca Lynn would also like to thank their wonderful husbands for their incredible support, never ending humor, and overall contributions to this new journey they’ve embarked upon.

  About the Author

  Rebecca Lynn is the collaborative team of two friends who have known each other since their college days and they’ve been yucking it up ever since. Well-read in the romance and erotica genres, they finally decided to put their heads together, to enter the world of writing.

  Rebecca holds degrees in English education and counseling. She enjoys reading, painting, doing yoga, and has recently found her true passion for writing. She lives on the West Coast.

  Lynn holds a degree in English Literature and her background is in publishing and education. She is now “retired” and enjoys all the spoils of being a stay at home mom. Romance books have been her escape, along with traveling with her husband. She currently lives in Northern California.

  Read Ayanna and Jonathan’s story in Book 2 of the Iris Series,

  REDEMPTION

  coming in December 2013!

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