“What else?” she implored, even as the motion of sliding back and forth across his hard dick started to be too much for her.
His hips now moved with her, pushing up against her and stimulating her clit each time until she had to fight for breath.
“I’d think about being inside you, about that warm, wet pussy, and I’d—”
“Come,” she finished. She enjoyed how he looked at her when she said the word, almost like a ravenous dog about to have a great feast.
“Like a faucet.” He palmed her hips, aiding her in the movement as they thrust together. Perfectly in sync, as though they both needed the same thing.
“I’d like to see that.” She smiled, dragging out the motion until his cock slid backward between her ass cheeks. His hands tightened on her hips, almost painfully, but so damn good she loved it.
“If you don’t do something soon, you’ll see for yourself, up close and personal.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” She jacked her hand up and down his length.
“Damn it, baby.” His eyes rolled back. He groaned, arching his hips into her fist.
Miranda chuckled, gripping him tighter. She’d never felt so sexy and powerful. Leo’s lovemaking had been quick and efficient. He got the job done, but he certainly wasn’t as much as fun as Jeremy. He never offered her this kind of control.
“Put the condom on now.” He handed her the wrapper from his small stack, and she didn’t even think to argue.
She could have. There was no doubt in her mind, but she didn’t want to. She wanted this just as much as he did.
She released him to grab the wrapper. She ripped the condom pack open, sliding the latex down his length as quickly and efficiently as her shaky hands could manage. She lifted, positioning his cock against her entrance. She pushed down. Her cunt swallowed him to the hilt.
“Oh, God,” he shouted.
She completely agreed. Oh, God, thank God.
The fullness of his cock pressing inside her was devastating and just right at the same time. His thick girth stretched her, pushing past the boundaries inside her to something beyond. She closed her eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed her, stealing over her entire body like a thunderstorm. Her head fuzzy and her muscles limp, she closed her eyes and leaned down on Jeremy, needing his strength.
It took her a minute to come back to herself. Full to the brim with him, her entire body sizzling, she held on to Jeremy’s chest hard. Her breathing was ragged, his breath sawing out a similar pattern against her cheek.
When she finally opened her eyes, a new tightness filled her chest. Jeremy gazed up at her with a desperation that hit her right to the core, combined with a reverence that made her tingle all over.
And suddenly she needed to give him something too, to show him he was different, that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She thrust down upon him, moving slowly at first, then picking up speed. She bent down, kissing him deeply. Her body shimmied with his. She shivered, loving the feel of having him within her.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned when she leaned back. “You feel so good around me.”
She held onto his waist, shifting up and down on him even as it became harder to remain erect, her head light and her breath ragged.
“I could get very addicted to seeing you like this.”
Jeremy wrapped his warm hands around her breasts, kneading her flesh with his strong grip until she moaned beneath his touch. His hands grazed over her tight and aching nipples. A small whimper escaped her lips as he circled them but didn’t touch the area that needed him most.
“Pinch my nipples,” she cried out, hardly even aware of what she’d said. She was only aware of what she needed, what she wanted.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pinched her nipples between his forefingers. The slight pain zipped through her, settling deep inside her pussy.
She let out a satisfied purr.
He smiled. “Like that do you, sweetheart?”
She nodded, leaning back, holding on to his legs to stay upright. Though she’d never admitted it with anyone else, she did like it, very much. Pleasure ripped through her, singing in her nerves down to the roots. She’d never felt so much. The emotions, the sensations, all threatened to overwhelm her.
“God, it’s so sexy when you know what you want. What else do you like? What else do you dream of me doing to you, baby?”
She blinked down into his eyes. His dark gaze flicked back and forth between where his fingers pinched her breasts to her face. His attention heated her skin an extra degree. She almost understood how the animals he photographed felt, completely pinned beneath his lens.
“Come on, baby, tell me.” He skated his hands from her breasts down her sides to settle on her hips. “Tell me what you want. I want to make you feel good.”
And she believed him. No other man had ever appeared so interested in her pleasure before. She didn’t want to deny him, or herself. But she’d never been asked what she wanted in bed before and wasn’t sure how to start.
“Rub my clit.” Her voice was tentative, but when he smiled, all her fears vanished.
He circled the small nub in tight, hot circles with the very tips of his fingers, and she shivered. He moved faster with her compliance, pounding herself down on him.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his finger shifting faster between her legs. He clasped his other arm around her waist, holding her up. “Fuck yourself with my cock. Make yourself come.”
She moaned, clutching him tighter. Her brain fuzzed over. Her nipples stiffened into tight beads of pain. Every inch of her body was on fire, desperate for the release just beyond the horizon.
“Imagine what it will be like, baby, when I get this cast off. I’ll throw you down and pound into you as long and hard as I want.”
She fought for breath, her pussy clenching at the image forming behind her eyelids. God, how she wished for that. The idea of being thrown down and fucked hard, his cock slamming into her until she had no choice but to come, held more appeal than she’d ever considered before.
“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself as hard as I’m going to fuck you.”
He pushed down on her clit, and the dam inside her broke. Pleasure washed over her, so strong and fast she couldn’t breathe. Her pussy clamped desperately at the hardness inside her.
Normally she was a quiet woman. She was a librarian for goodness’ sake. She didn’t know what had taken over her, but tonight she couldn’t be quiet. She screamed out, not caring if the neighbors heard her shouts. She’d worry about that tomorrow.
Beneath her, he growled. His body shook and shuddered, his cock jerking deep inside her. He gripped her waist hard, holding her in place as he ground out his last remaining thrusts up into her receptive body. Each movement rubbed against her clit, sending aftershocks through her entire body.
With one last release, he stilled. His grip loosened. She cracked her eyes open to look down at the satisfied smile on his face, so smug and boyish at the same time that it almost tore her heart apart. For the first time, she’d never felt more like she was exactly where she was meant to be.
She sank upon him, her sweaty skin sticking to his. Beneath her cheek, his chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. Jeremy enfolded her in his arms, holding her close.
She just lay on Jeremy’s chest for a while, their gusting breaths and the beat of their hearts the only sounds in the room. Eventually, he moved, shifting and pulling his now soft cock from her cunt. She gave a small moan.
He chuckled at the sound, rolling her onto her back so he was leaning above her. His massive body crowded her into the mattress, his eyes still dark with need.
“Don’t worry, baby. Let me take a quick nap and I’ll be right back in there. I plan to spend as much of tonight buried in your pussy as possible.”
He slipped off the bed, wobbling slightly. It was probably due to his cast that he fumbled but she liked to think it was because of her. He’d certainly made her wobbly in all the right places, s
o it seemed right that she do the same to him.
“You want to go again?” She watched his cute, naked butt as he took one step toward the bathroom. It was just as toned and tight as she’d imagined. “I guess there are some benefits to having a younger man in my bed.”
He turned back, the condom in one hand, and smacked her on the ass with the other. Not hard, just enough to set her heart rate climbing. She jumped. She should have been angry, but instead pleasure shivered along her nerves and her pussy dampened further. Why did everything Jeremy did to her set her off so much?
“Damn right. And I’m going to spend all night showing you just why this young guy will remain in your bed.”
He spoke with such nonchalance that she wasn’t sure he understood exactly what he’d said. He couldn’t mean the words, not really. He was too young to realize what a woman heard when a man said something like that.
He winked at her then turned to walk to the bathroom. She vaguely heard the water running. But before he returned, she drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
After disposing of the condom then washing his hands, Jeremy returned to the bedroom and crawled into bed next to Miranda.
She’d already fallen asleep. Her languid body tucked sweetly into the covers, soft snores escaping her slightly parted lips. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, so exhausted. His chest expanded with masculine pride. He’d really wiped her out.
He lay back on the bed, pulling her rose-covered bedspread around them. All the years he’d fantasized about her, all the nights he’d spent dreaming of the sexy woman that lived next door—here—he’d never thought for a minute he’d actually be in her bed, sweaty and sated from a round of hot, steamy sex.
Miranda sighed, curling into his side. Her small, curvy body fit perfectly against his larger one, her soft heat and smooth skin sliding across his as she snuggled closer. Her dark lashes rested against her cheeks. His chest tightened as she nestled her head just beside his heart, her dark curly hair tangling down her back. Her trust was evident the way she cuddled so sweetly into him.
It all felt so perfect. Being here. Holding Miranda. For the first time in recent memory, his need to wander, that lust for the new that had always pushed him on to more exciting and demanding destinations, was absent from his chest. Could this be what he’d been searching for all along? Was Miranda the answer to this need for more that had been plaguing him since his stupid bone snapped in two?
She shifted in her sleep, draping her leg across his waist, inches from his satisfied cock. He almost thought she could be—in this moment, he could see this woman becoming the center of his world. This didn’t feel like the beginning of something, the start of something new but like the culmination of everything. The ending he was supposed to find.
Had all his searching been to lead him back here? To this short, curvy woman who could turn his entire world on end with her smile? He didn’t know. He couldn’t be sure. But what he did know was nothing and nobody could pull him from this bed, from Miranda.
He kissed the top of her head, coiling his arm around her as he drifted off to sleep. He didn’t intend on going anywhere anytime soon.
Chapter Four
Miranda woke, snuggling into the warm haven of her bed. It took her a few minutes to realize an arm was draped around her waist, holding her close. A hard chest pressed against her back, a hot cock brushed her spine, the sensations so foreign she jolted awake.
She turned, leaning up on her elbow to stare down at the sleeping Jeremy beside her. He looked so young, still a kid. His face was peaceful, serene. His hair fell over his forehead in boyish disarray.
What have I done?
She slid from the covers, careful not to wake Jeremy who snored on the other side. She’d never done this awkward dance before, unsure how to act or what to do with a new lover in her bed. Her marriage with Leo hadn’t been perfect, but at least he’d saved her from having to deal with this.
Grabbing the closest article of clothing by the door, she pulled on the shirt and slipped out of the room. From the dark sky outside her windows, they must have slept for quite a while. She walked past the grandfather clock in the hallway, the hour hand hanging a little past the twelve.
Not sure what else to do with herself so late at night, Miranda made her way to the kitchen. Halfway between dinnertime and breakfast, pancakes sounded pretty good to her. After the workout she’d gotten with Jeremy, she deserved some carbs and sugar.
Rummaging through her cabinets, she pulled out the flour, sugar, eggs and milk. She measured out the ingredients then tossed them in a bowl and mixed them together furiously.
How could I let this happen?
She’d just slept with her next door neighbor’s son. A boy she’d watched go to the prom and graduate from high school. God, what would the Callahans think? What would the neighbors say?
From the first day she’d met him, Jeremy had always been a fun and charismatic kid. He had a way of making everyone around him feel at ease. Even she’d been enraptured by his easygoing presence and large, caring heart. He couldn’t turn away from a stray animal or an annoying little brother. He always let the younger kids play with him and his friends. He made a point of teaching, coaching and mentoring them in whatever game they were playing. She’d always looked forward to seeing him out in his yard, basketball in hand, with most of the neighborhood gathered around him, cheering him on.
But she’d never thought about him in a sexual way. At least not until tonight. Until he’d opened the door today, standing in the entryway with that chiseled male body and bright smile. What woman wouldn’t? But underneath all that muscle and hard flesh, he was still that boy who cared about his family, about all those around him. The man who made her feel like the center of his universe with only a smile.
If it wasn’t going to make her the scourge of the neighborhood, Jeremy might actually be the perfect man. He was caring, understanding, and could make her come harder than a rain shower. But what would people think of her if her relationship with Jeremy was made public? Could she tolerate being seen that way, to be with a guy like Jeremy?
“What you doing, baby?” Jeremy whispered in her ear, his voice husky.
She jumped. She’d been so caught up in her thoughts she hadn’t even heard him come in. It was hard to believe with the whack his cast made against the wooden floors with every step he took.
“I missed you,” he purred, sliding up behind her.
His heat flamed against her back, his fingers tracing softly along her neck as he pulled the hair from where it lay across her throat. He placed a kiss on her neck and a shiver ran all the way to her toes. His lips were warm and soft, and she almost moaned at their touch on her skin. He slipped his hand around her waist, his fingers forming little patterns across her stomach through the fabric of her shirt.
Almost involuntarily, she leaned back into his hard, warm chest. Why did she have to react to him so much? It would all be so much easier if he didn’t affect her this greatly. Then maybe she could walk away from this unscathed.
“I was hungry. I thought I’d make something to eat.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, then down at the batter in front of her. Maybe it had been a dumb idea to cook pancakes. It was silly to eat breakfast so late. “I didn’t know what you’d want—”
“Pancakes sound great.” He smiled that big grin that made her stomach clench.
He nuzzled into her hair, skimming his hand down her stomach to the edge of her shirt. “But not half as good as you look in my T-shirt.”
She paused in her stirring, looking back at him. She hadn’t even thought about it, had just grabbed the closest thing, which just happened to be Jeremy’s shirt. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“I could get used to seeing you like this,” he interrupted, his hand smoothing along her sensitive inner thigh.
She relaxed beneath his hold. His fingers danced across her skin, just along the hem of the T-shirt. He leaned in close, suckin
g on her earlobe, and her entire body shook.
“I could especially get used to you not wearing any panties.” His breath whispered along her neck and her heart sped up. “I think I already mentioned how big a fan I am of easy access.”
He let his fingers wander up her thighs, tickling the outer lips of her pussy. Her knees wobbled and she grabbed onto the counter for support. No man had ever touched her like this, played and toyed with her until she almost begged for release.
I’ve been missing out.
“God, baby, you’re so wet.” He leaned in, sucking on her neck until she whimpered. “I love how wet you get.”
He turned her around roughly, then pulled her close. His kisses were fierce, fiery, his mouth bruising against hers. He nipped at her lips. And she responded in turn. She didn’t have any choice. Rational or not, Jeremy created a fire in her she didn’t know how to deny. She wrapped her arms around his neck, fisting her fingers in his hair.
Their bodies crushed together, and her eyes fluttered shut at the complete bliss of his skin against hers. Her aching breasts molded into his hard chest. She coiled a leg around his hip, thrusting her pussy along his crotch, demanding pressure where she needed it most. His arms shook around her as she did her best to quench the ache between her legs.
Jeremy dropped his arm from her side moments before the clank of bowls being pushed aside filled the kitchen. Before she could even turn to see why, he grabbed her ass and hauled her up his body. She tightened her legs around him, holding on as they continued the kiss. The hard bulge of his cock pressed against her, and the flutter returned to her stomach.
He must have felt the same. He took one shaky step forward and pushed her up on the counter. The tile was cool beneath her ass, but not nearly cold enough to tamper the flames racing across her skin.
Jeremy shoved the shirt up and over her head then tossed it aside. “I love your tits,” he mumbled between her breasts, pressing kisses to her chest.
He licked across her right nipple. She moaned, arching her back to offer him more room to explore as she fought for each breath. How could just one brush of a tongue make her feel so much? The mere touch of his lips upon her and her muscles transformed to the same consistency of the batter she’d been stirring.
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