Release (Iris Series)

by Lynn, Rebecca

  While he kissed her mouth, his arms came down to her hips, and lifted her so he could position himself at her opening. He rubbed himself in her creaminess, and said, “Ryann, I have to get inside you. Right now.”

  She put her hands on his shoulders, and he slowly lowered her onto his cock. The sensation was incredible. He was so big that she felt stretched beyond belief, and completely filled. But the fact that they were skin against skin was wonderful.

  Her head fell back and her eyes closed. His hands were on her ass, while he adjusted himself inside her, and then lifted his hips to grind into her while pushing her down on him even further. His forehead dropped onto hers.

  “I want this to last for you, baby, but you feel so fucking good right now, I don’t know how long I’m going to make it.”

  She let out a breathy laugh. “I think I’d like to see you a little out of control,” she said in a husky tone. Then she began to move. He moaned and grabbed her ass to still her.

  “Hold still,” he said through gritted teeth.

  She whispered, “But I want to move. I need to move, Jeremy,” continuing to tease him while she ground her hips on him, allowing his stomach hair and pubic bone to rub against her clit. She was becoming bolder, greedy for the completion that she knew was right around the corner.

  Still gritting his teeth, he growled, “You wanna move, baby? Is that what you want?” then grabbed her ass and began to plunge into her, so that she had to take every inch of him. And he didn’t stop. He just kept pounding into her, holding her down on his cock, so he was grinding upward, while pulling her down even further onto him.

  She began grunting little screams, and held onto his shoulders for dear life. This was Jeremy out of control, and she loved it.

  He wrapped one hand in her hair and pulled gently but firmly back, exposing her neck to his mouth. “You like it when I fuck you hard like this?” he growled. “I want to hear you, Ryann. Tell me you like it when I fuck you like this,” he said while using his other hand to clasp her ass and guide himself inside her.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Ah, God, Ryann,” he moaned. “That’s it, baby.” For a few seconds, all that was heard were their moans, and the slapping of their bodies.

  “I’m close, baby. Come with me…come with me,” he groaned. “I want you to scream my name… baby. Now.”

  He reached down to where their bodies joined, pinched her clit, and she exploded.

  She let out a long keening scream, gasping his name. And he did the same, while he held her down on his cock as he ground into her. He shouted, his teeth clenched.

  Except for gulping air, she couldn’t move. Apparently, she was no longer a woman who couldn’t come during sex, she thought sleepily. It wasn’t like sex was ever bad with her and Brent. She always enjoyed sex. But this...this was amazing.

  They were both breathing heavily, and after about a minute, he finally looked her in the eye, and rolled them down onto the bed, with him on top of her nestled between her legs.

  “Do you know how fucking sexy you are? All you have to do is look at me with those bedroom eyes, and that mouth... I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me, Ryann,” he whispered in a growl. “Your skin is so soft, so smooth,” he said.

  She couldn’t possibly be aroused again, but when he talked like that, she wanted him to stay inside her for hours. He was so...hot. With his dark hair sticking up from their romp, and his sexy scruff on his face, she quite simply wanted him more than she could ever remember wanting anyone.

  She rubbed her face into his and nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent, his subtle spicy scent. It was delicious.

  He returned the favor, and then leaned back on his elbows. He let his fingers tickle the sides of her breasts, watching her nipples harden, then he kissed her chest between her breasts.

  Without looking at her, he murmured, “Tell me why you were crying before.” Then he pierced her with an intense look. Were they really going to have this conversation now? With him still buried inside of her?

  “Tell me, Ryann.”

  Apparently they were. Ryann sighed. How long could she distract him from his line of questioning? She wiggled underneath him.

  He stilled her. “Make no mistake, Ryann. I’m going to take you again. Very soon, as a matter of fact. I’m not going anywhere, so before I leave this sweet tight pussy of yours, we’re going to talk. I want to know why you were crying.” Pause. “You said I didn’t hurt you,” he added quietly.

  She quickly shook her head. “No,” she said passionately, wanting to reassure him. “You were wonderful. Perfect.” Pause. She looked away so she wouldn’t have to look at him. God, he probably heard this stuff from women all the time. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  “Good,” he murmured and nuzzled her neck.

  She sighed and tried to get her thoughts together.

  “Look at me.” She did. “Does this have something to do with your late husband?” he asked in a soft tone.

  She took a deep breath, and began.

  “I met Brent sophomore year in college. We started dating shortly after. I told you at dinner...he was my first and only lover.” Pause. “We married a year after graduation, and he died only a year and a half into our marriage.”

  “What happened?”

  “It was in January. He was coming home from work on the Parkway, and hit a patch of ice, collided into two other cars. He died instantly.”

  “I’m so sorry, Ryann,” he squeezed her, and kissed her neck. After a moment of silence, he quietly demanded, “Tell me why you cried....Were you missing him?”

  “What? No, Jeremy. That’s not why I cried. I promise, I was only thinking of you.”

  He nodded, looking somewhat relieved, and waited for her to continue.

  “I think I cried because… it’s just… you’re so…”

  “I’m so what?” he asked, stroking the sides of her breasts, letting his fingers skate over nipples while they talked.

  She tingled where he touched her, and began to blush. She could feel herself getting turned on by his words, his fingers.

  “You’re so this,” she said, referring to his constant touching her. “So sensual, always touching… you just ooze sex,” she stuttered. “You were right the other night. You are overwhelming.” Pause. “In a way I’ve never experienced before.” She sighed. She might as well just tell him. Here goes, she thought.

  “I cried because I’m a 27 year old woman, who’s just now realizing how much she’s been missing,” she finished quietly, her face heating. She paused, then said, “I’ve never…”

  He allowed her a moment, and when she didn’t finish, he said, “Keep going.”

  “I’ve never… come… more than once in a night. And, I’ve never… I’ve never been able to have an orgasm during sex. I know some women don’t...and I figured I was just one of them.”

  He looked confused. “Ryann, I know you came. I could feel you coming around me. You can’t fake that feeling. It’s fucking incredible.” He leaned down and ate at her mouth.

  She could feel him getting hard. He was insatiable, and she couldn’t be happier.

  He stopped kissing her for a moment, and she said, “I know I didn’t fake it...that’s why I cried.”

  He blinked, as if now realizing what she had just said. Then a beautiful, sexy, and somewhat smug, smile lit up his face. While looking at her, he began moving. “Ah, baby. I can’t seem to get enough of you tonight,” he moaned, his eyes glittering. “Are you too sore?”

  “No,” she breathed. She loved feeling him inside her.

  He stopped moving, and said, “Turn over.”

  He helped her, and while she moved, she could feel the dampness of their previous lovemaking dripping down her thighs. He could tell that she was trying to squeeze her legs together, and he said, “Sex is messy, Ryann. The messier the better.” He pushed her gently onto her stomach, then straddled her thighs and leaned down to her ear, pushing her hair out
of the way.

  “I want to smell me on you, Ryann,” his voice said, sounding like warm chocolate. He began kneading the muscles of her shoulders. She let out a deep moan. “I want to feel my own wetness inside you when I take you again,” he said, savoring each word. “Your sweet pussy still slick from when I was in there a few minutes ago. Your pussy belongs to me, Ryann,” he whispered.

  She whimpered, while he leaned down to kiss between her shoulder blades, and the scruff on his face scratched lightly on her back. She arched, then snuggled deeper into the bed.”

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yes,” she murmured.

  “How about this?” While he kissed her back, he scratched his fingers lightly up and down her sides.

  “Mmm.” The sound came out of her mouth involuntarily.

  “You’re not falling asleep on me, are you?” As if to make sure that wouldn’t happen, he reached his hand to her ass cheek and squeezed. “I’m not nearly done with you tonight.” He slipped his finger down her cheek, and from behind reached forward to her weeping sex, sliding two fingers inside her with his palm facing down. He began rubbing her G-spot in a circular motion.

  “Jeremy...” she moaned. She could feel a sheen of sweat pop out onto her skin.

  He nibbled at her ass, and said against her skin with a smile in his voice, “You still sleepy?” He kissed out to her hip and began biting softly at it. “Let’s see if you have one more in you tonight.”

  She groaned softly.

  “You’re going to come for me again, Ryann. One. More. Time.” He kissed his way back to her ass then settled his lips to the small of her back.

  At this point, she was breathing erratically, and she seriously didn’t think she would be able to come again, but given how he was able to make it seem so effortless the last three times, she wanted to try. Because, God, she loved the way this man made her feel.

  She pressed her face into the bed, and groaned again, lifting her hips slightly off the bed.

  He kept his lips on her back, and used his left hand to press her back down onto the bed, while his right hand was still between her legs.

  “Listen carefully, Ryann.” He kissed up her back, and said in a slow voice that dripped with forbidden pleasure. “I’m going to grind into you...slowly.” He nibbled at her back, and she whimpered. “A nice, slow, fuck. It’s going to be sweet torture, baby. You’re gonna wish I was pounding into you, but I’m gonna go nice and slow...Are you ready for me, Ryann? Are you ready to feel my cock inside you again?” he murmured.

  He removed his fingers from her dripping core, and pulled her hips back so she was on her knees, and then he placed his hand on her back pushing her chest to the bed. He positioned himself between her spread knees, and leaned forward onto her back.

  “I want you to squeeze me like a fist when you come, baby...like a hot, wet fist...because it feels fucking fantastic.” He eased into her already wet sheath, and took himself all the way to the hilt. “Put your hands behind your back, Ryann.”

  She was a little disoriented, but did as he asked, and wondered how she would support herself without smothering herself. He answered that question by wrapping his right arm around her waist and hitching her even closer to him, while using his left hand to lightly hold her wrists bound at the small of her back.

  Then he began to drag his cock slowly out of her, then back in. He paid special attention to the head of his cock stopping to rub along the spongy area found just inside the front walls of her sex.

  “Ahh...”

  He did it again. “Mmm, baby. So good,” he growled softly.

  In and out, he filled her over and over again, so slowly, such sweet torture...just as he said. The way he was restraining her and dominating her from behind, excited her more than she probably wanted to admit to herself. She wished he would move faster. She squirmed.

  “I can feel you starting to clench around me, Ryann. Do you like this? Nice and slow?” He continued his penetration, sliding in and out of her tirelessly. She needed him to go faster.

  “Jeremy...please...” She was clawing at his hand where he was restraining her wrists. “I need...I need you to go faster,” she begged.

  “Oh, Ryann,” he tsked. “So impatient,” he said huskily.

  She felt like a caged animal, and began grinding her head into the bed, gasping out sobs, trying to move him faster, but he was holding her hands, and her waist. He was in complete control, and the sheen of sweat made their bodies slippery together.

  “Jeremy!” she keened. “Please!”

  “Are you ready to milk me dry, Ryann? That’s what I need from you. I need you to come around me,” he said as he leaned forward and spoke in her ear. “Tell me what you need, baby. You want me to fuck you harder?”

  “Yes! God, Jeremy!”

  “Say the words, Ryann. I want to hear you say it.”

  She hesitated, having never said these words to a man. He was still going so slowly.

  “Do you want me to fuck you harder, Ryann? Say it, baby, and I will.”

  “Yes, Jeremy!”

  “Say it, Ryann,” he growled through gritted teeth.

  “Jeremy! Fuck me harder!” she sobbed.

  He held her waist and hands, then slammed into her.

  “Ahh...” she screamed.

  He continued his unyielding possession of her, primal in his intent, groaning every time he pounded into her. And she continued to scream. Every time he entered her with such force, she screamed. He reached his hand down from her waist and pressed her swollen nub, while the wicked build crept closer and closer, until her ravaged body burst into flames and her defenses were shattered.

  She let out a keening scream, the likes of which she had never heard come from her before, climaxing into a ball of flames. He pounded two more forceful strokes, and let out an impassioned yell, bucking his hips into her, then collapsing onto her back, both of them heaving deep breaths trying to regain their senses.

  They lay there for a long time, exactly where they fell, surrendering themselves to the absolute contentment of the moment.

  After a couple of minutes of silence, he withdrew from her body, sliding out slowly, then walked to the bathroom. She absolutely couldn’t move. She simply lay crumpled there, waiting for him to return. He did, and ran his hand along her ass.

  “Turn over, baby.” She looked up and saw that he had a washcloth in his hand. She slowly turned over, and he began to stroke her between her legs with the towel, cleaning her again, as he did before.

  He smiled lazily at her. “Your pussy is so pretty,” he said as he looked between her legs. “Are you feeling ok?” he asked with uncertainty.

  She was blushing again at his words, but smiled back at him, “I’m feeling better than ok.”

  “Mmm...looks like my little Ryann has turned into a sex fiend.”

  She stretched her arms above her head. “If I have, it’s because you’ve turned me into one.”

  He chuckled and zeroed in on her breast. “You looked like a kitten just then. A very content, happy kitten, stretching and purring.” Then he stroked his fingers down the center of her body. “A kitten who likes to be rubbed…maybe I shouldn’t call you sex fiend...I’m gonna call you my little sex kitten.”

  She slapped his hand away. “Actually, I think you’re the sex fiend. No more,” she groaned.

  He laughed again. “Have I tired you out?”

  “Yes. You’re not getting any more tonight, mister,” she said, teasing.

  “Maybe.” He winked. “You ready to go to sleep?”

  She nodded, smiling, her eyelids already fighting to stay open.

  “Let’s go to bed then.”

  Ryann sighed. He sounded so domestic, like they’d been sleeping together for years. It felt oddly comfortable, given that she had known him less than a week. God, was it possible she hadn’t even known him for a week? And here she was sleeping over. What kind of a woman was she turning into? A sex kitten, apparently,
she thought dryly.

  “Do you have any work to do tonight?” he asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

  “No. I would like to get there early tomorrow, though. Can you wake me up around six?”

  “Of course. I’ll have Manny drive us in. What time do you want to leave?”

  “Would 7:30 be ok?”

  “Yup.” Then he kissed her on the nose, and settled in next to her, pulling the sheet up over them, and turning off the lamp on the nightstand.

  In the darkness, he pulled her so that half of her body was draped over his, her head resting on his chest. God, it was hard as a rock. He was in such good shape. She let out a deep sigh. She couldn’t help but wonder how many other women had enjoyed this position.

  “What are you thinking about?”

  She wasn’t ready to ask him the question she had been thinking, so instead she said, “It’s been awhile since I’ve fallen asleep in a man’s arms.”

  He snuggled her closer, but didn’t say anything.

  A moment passed, and he asked, “Did you and Brent have a healthy sex life?”

  She looked up at him in the dark, even though she couldn’t see his expression. She settled her head back on his chest.

  “It was healthy. But it was very comfortable and familiar...and immature. Not immature like we bickered like kids or something. I mean, it was underdeveloped still. We were so young. We barely had enough time to truly know each other sexually.”

  There was a long awkward pause, and then he asked another question. This one was more telling.

  “Do you still love him?”

  She could almost hear him holding his breath.

  “I’ll always love him.”

  He stiffened under her. She reached out and ran her fingers along his chest hair.

  She whispered, “But I’m not in love with him anymore.” She swallowed loudly, trying to fight back a surge of emotion that came upon her unexpectedly. “I think that’s the first time I’ve said that out loud.” Pause. “I could never have been with you tonight if I’d still been in love with Brent,” she said quietly.

  Jeremy let go of the breath he had been holding, and put his hand in her scalp, rubbing it. She could hear him swallow. “I’m leaving for Boston tomorrow until Saturday afternoon. When I come back, I want to spend the rest of the weekend with you. I can take you to work on Monday morning.”