He put his face into her stomach, and inhaled. “I would’ve used my best arguments. Like you can’t deny the electricity that hums between us when we’re together.”
He grabbed the end of the belt from her wraparound dress with his teeth, and began pulling it, untying it. At that point, her breathing was becoming erratic, and she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself from swaying.
Once the tie was undone, her dress hung open allowing him to see her for the first time. There she stood in her matching lace and silk lingerie set. She knew that the blush pink color of the bra and thong were almost the same color as her skin, and imagined she looked nude before him.
It had been so long for her. What was he thinking?
His eyes were hungrily gobbling her up. “God, Ryann,” he breathed. “You are so fucking gorgeous.” He tilted his head back to watch her, then leaned forward and kissed just above her belly button. Then he slowly kissed and licked, nibbled and bit at one side of her stomach, all the way over to the other.
His hands left her butt cheeks and skimmed down the backs of her thighs, until they met the hem of her dress, then he put his hands underneath, skimming back up to her cheeks, his fingers stroking her, skin on skin.
He buried his nose into her womanhood, resting his lips on the lower lips to her sex, separated only by a slip of silk. He nuzzled her with his nose, and breathed in. She let out a whimper, and tried not to squirm in embarrassment.
“Jeremy,” she breathed.
She couldn’t imagine being any hotter than she already was. He ran his lips over and over on the fabric of her panties. She knew they were soaked.
He began to run his lips over the top of her panties, using his teeth to pull it away from her, gently snapping the elastic against her skin. The slight sting caused a sudden gush of more wetness in her thong.
“Ryann,” he said, his voice husky with desire. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and she didn’t know how much more she would be able to take before exploding.
He reached his hands up to the waistband of the thong and toyed with it. Was he going to undress her? She wanted this to be perfect, and the thought popped into her head that she hadn’t gotten a wax yet. So much for the theory that if she wasn’t waxed, she would be able to keep her senses about her. There was no way she would say no at this point. She wanted him almost to the point of pain. At least she was well groomed, she thought.
He began to massage her buttocks, continuing to kiss her stomach, then her womanhood through her panties, the tops of her thighs.
“Baby, you smell so good. I need to taste you.”
He hooked his fingers into her waistband, and drew the thong down her legs, then helped her step out of them. She now stood with her dress open, her bra and heels still on, but naked from the waist down. She felt as if she was only a touch away from coming, and felt the insane need to cover herself.
He looked up at her with unbridled desire in his eyes.
He took her panties in his hand and lifted them to his nose, inhaling deeply, watching her the whole time. “You’re not getting these back, by the way,” putting them in his pants’ pocket. “I’ll buy you more,” he said with a hint of a smile.
Her heavy breathing had begun to make her light headed. Still kneeling before her, he continued looking at her, his eyes glittering with lust, then he shifted his gaze to her glistening sex.
“God, baby. You’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “You don’t know what that does to me.” He continued to look at her, while reverently taking one finger and stroking along her labia. “Silky. I love how soft your skin is,” he whispered. Then he inched her back so she was pressed against her door.
Once there, he lifted her left leg and draped it over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around it, holding it in place, and opening her wide to his gaze. Then he looked up at her briefly, then back down, his eyes gleaming with hunger, licking his lips.
“I never got to tell you about my dream,” he whispered, then he leaned forward and blew lightly on her well groomed pubic hair. The stream of air nearly did her in. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to stay upright if he went through with what she thought he had planned. She reached out to his shoulder to steady herself, but he grabbed her by the wrist, and nuzzled his mouth into her palm.
He continued to look at her between her thighs, completely open to his gaze. “You were in a pair of your ‘fuck me’ shoes, and completely naked, bent over my bed waiting for me to take you. I plan on making that a reality very soon.”
Then he buried his face between her legs.
She gasped, and began to squirm. God, she had never been this turned on in her life. She could hear herself whimpering, and she had one hand hanging on to the doorknob for dear life, while the other was still captured by his hand around her wrist.
He started by kissing at the crease of her thigh. She could feel the wetness there, and she didn’t think she was going to last much longer. She was beginning to make small sobbing noises, and Jeremy looked up at her, as he continued to lap his tongue at the crease.
“What do you think the neighbors will think when they hear the new woman in 5B being pleasured? It’s not going to be easy for you to stay quiet,” he tsked. “Do you think I can make you scream, Ryann?” he whispered. “Or should we play a little game...and see how quiet you can be?” He smiled his sexy smile up at her, challenge in his eyes.
He renewed his sexaul onslaught with vigor, licking and nibbling, biting and sucking, this time, right where she wanted him. She was gasping for air.
“Jeremy, please,” she gasped in whisper, obviously not wanting to be too loud.
“Shhh, baby. Not too loud,” he whispered back, teasing her. “You’re dripping for me. So wet.” He kissed all around her clitoris. “You’re my own dewy red iris.” He licked.
She was so close. She whimpered, continuing to grip the doorknob with one hand, and straining against the one he had in his grasp. The fact that she was semi restrained excited her even more.
Then his tongue circled her opening, and dipped into it, so slowly...and she was quietly sobbing out his name. She was beyond thought, beyond coherence. She was absolutely and completely consumed by him, and the passion she had been trying to regain. It had not only returned with a vengeance, but had increased tenfold from whatever she had ever felt before.
“That’s it, baby. Do you want to come?” he whispered, teasing her, kissing and nibbling all around the nub that she wanted him so badly to touch, but wouldn’t.
She whimpered and squirmed. Strained toward him.
“Tell me, Ryann. Do you want to come?” he whispered, his mouth still on her.
“Yes, yes,” she gasped. Her head was rolling back and forth against the door.
He hooked his hand underneath the knee that was over his shoulder, and lifted it even higher.
“Look at me, baby. I want to watch you come for me.” She did, looking down at him, in a daze. “Remember, Ryann. You need to be quiet. Can you be quiet, baby?”
“Yes, yes!” she whispered furiously.
Then, he captured her clit between his lips and sucked.
“Ahhh, Jer…emy.” she said gasping on different syllables, gritting her teeth, trying to hold her scream in.
And then she exploded in his mouth, her legs and thighs stiffening in climax. She continued to gasp, while she came in waves, his mouth still clamped down on her, sucking her dry.
As the seconds ticked by, her gasps turned into quiet mewls, and eventually he unfastened his lips from her, lapping at her softly, bringing her down from what had been perhaps the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
She was breathing heavily, and as if sensing she was about to collapse, he released her leg, got up quickly and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the sofa.
He sat down, with her snuggled in his lap, her head under his chin. She felt like a wet noodle. She didn’t think for a second she would be able stand
on her own two feet. She was still trying to work through the aftershocks.
She could feel his very long and hard erection underneath her, and wondered dreamily if he would finally have his way with her.
He reached up and spread the folds of her dress open so he could look fully at her. With one skilled flick of his fingers, he undid her front bra clasp, and smoothed the bra cups aside, along with more of her dress, showing off her bare breasts to him.
She imagined the erotic picture they made. She was now completely naked, except for her heels, and her dress, open and hanging from her shoulders. He leaned her back and down against his arm, as if he were dipping her in a sensual dance move, thrusting her breasts up toward him. Her head fell back onto the sofa, her hair creating a soft cloud around her.
He continued to look at her breasts, then he caught one in his hand, and began kneading it, his thumb running back and forth over her nipple, alternating between rolling it between his fingers and plucking at it.
She let go of a small moan. He was now watching her, and in her mind, she thought of a tiger circling its prey. He looked as if he was an animal barely restrained, his nostrils flared, and licking his lips, her juices still on his face.
His eyes were on fire, and she could see that he was struggling to control himself. His gaze left hers, and latched onto her nipples as they tightened even more while he moved to the other breast to pay it the same attention.
“Jeremy?” she whispered with uncertainty.
“Ryann,” he said quietly. “You are more unbelievable than any fantasy I could’ve ever created in my mind. I could spend all night just touching you like this. Make you come, just like this.” Pause. “Put your arms above your head, baby,” he whispered huskily.
She was surprised by the command, but complied quickly, lifting her hands up to above her head. She was completely at his mercy, and she couldn’t be happier. She couldn’t wait to see what he would do next.
He leaned down, and put his mouth over one nipple, forcing as much of her C cup sized breast into his mouth, and sucked. Hard.
She immediately bowed up off of the sofa, and let out a gasping moan.
He ran his teeth over her hard nipple, and whispered, “Remember Ryann, you need to be quiet... and keep your hands where they are,” he commanded in a soft tone, noticing that she was moving her hands to his shoulders.
She let out a frustrated sound, and laid her hands back on the sofa above her head. This man was going to be the death of her. She didn’t think it was possible to come again so quickly, but unbelievably, she was beginning to feel the stirrings of the building sensation inside her. Not being able to move or make noise, only made it build faster.
He leaned down, and put the nipple from the other breast into his mouth, and did the same thing with that one, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could, then running his teeth over the nipple. While he sucked on one breast, his hand was playing with the other.
“Mmmm. Like ripe strawberries,” he whispered. “I love your breasts, Ryann. They’re perfect. I’m planning on getting to know them very well.” Pause. “Do you think I can make you come just like this? Sucking and playing? Back and forth? How long do you think you can hold out, Ryann?”
Her whole body was so overcome with sensation, she didn’t know if she could hold out much longer. Could she really have another orgasm so quickly? She had never had two in one night.
He continued to suck one nipple with his mouth, while using his calloused fingers to pluck at the other, and the roughened skin from his fingertips was bringing her closer and closer. She couldn’t stop whimpering and gasping, over and over.
He wouldn’t stop. And she kept clenching her hands into fists, because he wouldn’t let her grab onto anything. “Jeremy, please,” she said, biting her lower lip. “Please,” she gasped.
Her arousal had finally built to a fevered pitch. She kept gasping his name. He looked up her body to her eyes, his hand and mouth on her breasts, and with his lips resting on her nipple, he purred, “Shh, baby. You need to be quiet. If you can be quiet, you can come for me, just like this. I’m ready for you, baby, whenever you are. Are you ready, Ryann?”
She continued whimpering, her body screaming for release.
“Please, Jeremy!”
“Come on, Ryann. Come for me.”
He firmly held her nipples between his fingers and his mouth, pulling them up and away from her body, while she climaxed. She was overwhelmed, gasping for breath, panting and gulping for air...as quietly as she could.
After about five seconds, he released her nipples, and captured her mouth with his, devouring it, eating at it, swallowing her cries to try to subdue her. When he began to kiss her neck, she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jeremy, please,” she begged. “I need you inside me... I can’t take anymore. Please.” She continued to pant, sweat beading on her forehead.
He looked at her dead in the eye. “Oh, trust me, Ryann. I’ll be inside you, so deep inside you, you’ll be screaming my name. I can’t wait to feel you coming, to feel your pussy clenching around my cock. It’s going to be heaven.”
“Jeremy, please. What are you doing to me?” She was babbling, making no sense. She couldn’t think straight.
“I’m making you addicted. I want you to want me with every breath you have....and to never doubt me again.”
She was trying to shake herself from the marathon of pleasure he put her through. “So what was this? You were just trying to prove a point, or something?” She was still trying to think straight, and struggled to get up, but he continued to hold her down.
“This, my feisty little kitten, was me convincing you.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she breathed, without much heat, trying to get her breathing back to normal.
He chuckled. “You wanted to know what I would do to convince you. If you didn’t want the answer, you shouldn’t have asked the question. I’m simply a man on a mission.” Then he kissed her again, licking into her mouth.
God, why did he have to be such a great kisser? The jerk.
After a few moments, he stopped, and looked at her.
“Tomorrow morning, before you leave for the Institute, I want you to pack an overnight bag. Because tomorrow night, I’m taking you out to dinner, Ryann. And then we’re going back to my place,” he leaned down and nipped at her lip, “for dessert.”
She huffed out a short laugh. “God, does that cheesy line work on all your women?”
He turned serious. “I don’t have any women, Ryann. And there’s only one woman I want it to work on.”
She melted and sighed. Then she hesitated, “It’s kind of a busy week. I don’t know if I can stay over tomorrow.”
“I’m going to make sure you’re completely relaxed and satisfied before you fall asleep...you’ll sleep like a baby. I want you at my place, Ryann. Because, the first time I’m inside you, fucking you and making you mine, I’m not going to hold back,” he said in a dangerously soft tone. “When I’m pounding into you, I want to see you completely naked, spread out on my bed, in my house, and screaming my name.” He nipped at her lip again. “I’m going to make you scream, Ryann, and when you come with me inside you,” he whispered, “it’s going to be fucking perfect.”
He kissed her again, making love to her mouth, savoring her sweetness. She didn’t have the heart to tell him that she had never been able to have an orgasm while having sex. She was only able to come when she was stimulated manually or orally, but she didn’t want to tell him. He would only take it as a challenge, and she had a feeling she would be in enough trouble tomorrow night keeping all of her wits about her.
He stopped kissing her, and stroked her hair back from her face. Then he leaned back to sit up, and pulled her up onto his lap again.
She felt a little lightheaded, and held onto his shoulders for a moment. He nuzzled her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. “You have a big day tomorrow.” Then he kissed her one last time,
and stood up with her in his arms.
She was feeling slightly disoriented. He put her down slowly and she continued to hold onto him until her legs didn’t feel so wobbly.
He chuckled slightly, then tilted her chin up so she could look him in the eyes.
His green eyes were so dark, she couldn’t believe he wanted to wait until tomorrow.
She thought for a second, then boldly reached her hand down to the bulge in his pants and squeezed. He jolted, stilled her hand with his, and hissed. Then, he took a deep breath, trying to maintain control.
“Little Minx.” He put his mouth to her ear. “He’ll come out to play tomorrow night. And while I’m fucking that sweet pussy of yours until you pass out from the intensity, you remember how much you wanted it.”
Her heart skipped a beat. God, the way he talked to her could probably make her come without him even touching her. He gave her a sexy smile, and pulled her hand away from him, then he leaned down and kissed her again, hugging her tightly to him.
“Thank you for changing your mind,” he murmured into her hair.
She laughed dryly, “After what you’ve just done to me, I feel like I should be thanking you.”
She heard the smile in his response. “It was absolutely my pleasure. And there’ll be more where that came from tomorrow, I can promise you that.” Pause. “And let’s make sure there are no misunderstandings.” He wrapped her hair around his hand, tugging her hair and forcing her to look up at him.
“You won’t be changing your mind again. I don’t care if you go on the internet after I leave, and see me in pictures with a million women. They’re nobodies. I don’t care if someone at the Institute gets wind of us and says something negative about it. I don’t care what excuse you come up with. No matter what, you will be coming to my place tomorrow night, and you will be spending the night in my bed.” He pulled her head back even more. “Is that clear?”
She yelped at the firm grip he had on her hair. “Yes,” she breathed. “Geez, you’re bossy.”
He looked at her and kissed the tip of her nose. “That’s me. Bossy, stalker, possessive guy. And you only have yourself to blame,” he teased.
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