Her heart sank a little at the fact that he would be gone for the next few days, but it was probably for the best for her to have some time to think. She thought about how he worded his statement and smirked. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”
He swallowed again, and paused. “Will you?”
“I might have some work to do,” she said hesitating. She was making excuses again.
“You can do it here. It’ll just be for Saturday and Sunday nights.”
She was thrilled that he wanted to spend time with her. What would Ayanna tell her to do? Play her cards closer to the vest maybe? Should she?
“I was going to try to paint the apartment this weekend,” she said.
“Why don’t we spend Saturday night at your place, and I can help. Then we can come here on Sunday.”
“You don’t have to help me paint, Jeremy.”
“I want to.” He tightened his arm around her. “Are you trying to get rid of me already, Ryann? You just wanted to have your dirty way with me, and now you’re done?” he teased.
She slapped at his chest. “Actually, I think you had your dirty way with me.”
He reached his hand down her back and squeezed her ass. “That’s not the way I remember it. I remember a sex kitten begging me to fuck her harder.”
“Jeremy...” she growled in an exasperated tone.
He flipped her quickly until he was on top of her. He nipped at her bottom lip. “Say you’ll spend the weekend with me, or you won’t be going to sleep any time soon.”
“You’re not playing fair,” she said as he continued to nibble and suck on her lower lip.
“All you have to do is say yes, Ryann. It’s very simple.” He began plucking at her lips. “I love your fucking mouth,” he murmured.
“Ok, yes already!” she laughed. “Now let me get some sleep.”
“Ok. You go ahead and go to sleep. I’ll just keep doing this.” He continued to kiss her, and she could feel herself slipping under his spell.
“Jeremy,” she whined weakly.
“What baby? Tell me what you need,” he said in between kisses.
She chuckled. “I need to sleep!”
“I’ll let you have a two hour nap, then I can’t be held responsible for what I might do.”
He rolled them back to their original positions, and put his hand in her hair again, stroking it away from her face. “Do you want to watch TV or something? More to eat?”
“No. I’m perfectly content just like this.” She sighed deeply.
“Go to sleep, baby.”
She was asleep within minutes.
Chapter 16
She was lying on her back, her arms raised above her head, bound to the bed, with Jeremy kneeling between her knees, her legs spread wide. In his hands, he had a jar of warm chocolate fudge.
With intensity in his eyes, he dipped the spoon into the jar, and began to drizzle it all over her body, paying special attention to her nipples, the inner flesh of her elbows, her belly button, her inner thighs, and finally her clit.
It was so warm, and she squirmed, knowing what he was about to do.
“You can squirm all you want, Ryann, but you’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly with a gleam in his eye, and a satisfied smile on his lips.
He started lapping up the chocolate at her inner arms. She never knew that she was so sensitive there. Then he moved to the first nipple, licking and sucking, then to the next. And so it continued while he crawled down her body, her moans and gasps getting louder and louder. She was in a whirlpool of desire, the current sucking her in deeper and deeper.
Finally, she felt his tongue on her pussy, him humming and licking, as he got closer to the nub. Just as his tongue began its journey to her clit, she began to pull against the restraints.
Her eyes opened, as she jolted awake, only moments from coming. She was disoriented at first, trying to remember where she was, when she looked down to find Jeremy between her legs looking up at her.
“Good morning,” his glittering eyes looking into hers. He made a humming sound, nibbling at the crease between her thigh and the part of her body which was screaming for his mouth to possess it. He was restraining her wrists to the bed with his hands, down by her hips, her legs spread by his arms and shoulders, holding her down.
Then he took her nub, that swollen bundle of nerves between his lips and began suckling it, gently, nipping with his teeth.
And as if still dreaming, she floated higher and higher, until finally, slow waves of pleasure crashed over her, and she exploded, moaning Jeremy’s name.
…..
He slowly crawled back up her body, and rested himself on top of her, keeping most of his weight on his arms. “Hi,” he murmured with a sexy smile.
“Hi,” she said drowsily, her face completely red.
“Did you sleep well?” he said stroking her hair.
She nodded.
“Me, too… You’re blushing. I think one of my new goals in life will be to make you blush as much as possible…because you’re so adorable.” He smiled. “Well, that, and stealing all of your panties, so you never wear them again.”
She rolled her eyes, then smiled. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Ooh. Good word. Yes, I’m definitely incorrigible,” he said kissing her neck.
While he kissed her, she thought back to their previous conversations...about her mouth.
“Jeremy?”
“Hmm?”
She needed to just say it, before she lost her nerve. “I want to… can you get on your back?”
His head popped up from her neck, his eyebrows raised. “You want me on my back?” he asked huskily.
She nodded, bit her lip, and averted her eyes.
He did as she asked, then she kneeled beside him. She looked at his eyes, then looked down at his penis, which was getting more erect every moment she continued looking at it. She reached out and fisted it, moving it up and down, testing its texture…smooth velvety skin over steel.
Jeremy hissed. “Baby.”
Without waiting any longer, she leaned down, holding her hair out of the way, and put her lips around the smooth bulb of the tip, swirling her tongue on it, sucking gently. His hand went to her hair, fisting it, and letting out a low moan.
She began taking more and more into her mouth until she felt him hit the back of her throat.
“Ryann,” he said through gritted teeth, watching from above. “You’re mouth is so. Fucking. Hot,” he groaned.
She continued sucking him, slowly massaging his balls, and could hear him moaning louder, his grasp in her hair getting firmer as she sensed his control slipping.
“Ryann, I’m really close. Baby.”
She continued to suck, and could feel him straining, pumping his hips up. She continued her ministrations, sucking for all she was worth, and a moment later, she felt him yell through gritted teeth just before bursting into her mouth. She swallowed it all, every last drop, and continued lapping at the tip, catching it all, while his over sensitized penis jumped as she did so.
He took her head, his hand still in her hair, and dragged her up his body to his mouth, where he kissed her hard on the lips, still breathing heavily. He looked her in the eyes, his hand in her hair, her body draped on his, and said huskily, “God.” He was trying to catch his breath. “That was…quite a ‘good morning’… to say the least.” He continued to kiss her, and then let her forehead rest on his. “Thank you,” he finished with a whisper.
He looked at the clock on the nightstand, and noticed it was around 5:30am. He draped her over his body and kissed the top of her head. “I would say I’m sorry I woke you, but I’m not. I had to taste you.” He nuzzled his mouth in her hair, and raised his hand to cradle her head to massage her neck.
“I would say I’m sorry you woke me too, if I didn’t get such a great present out of it,” she said, her mouth buried in his chest, running her fingers along his nipple, watching it harden.
He hi
ssed, and stilled her hand, then brought it to his lips. “Definitely a sex kitten.”
She giggled lightly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get back to sleep.”
“Why don’t we get up. We can take a shower, I’ll make you some breakfast.”
“Okay.”
He helped her off the bed, and led her to the bathroom. She squeezed her thighs to stop the evidence of their lovemaking from flowing down her legs. He helped her step into the large shower, and turned on the faucets. Once the water was warm, they stepped under the three shower jets, and moaned with pleasure. They spent a couple of minutes cleaning each other.
She ran her fingers over his chest, down his stomach, running her fingers over his long, virile penis. “I’m sure you know this already, but you are a beautiful specimen of a man.”
“Mmm,” he said while she moved her hands over him. “Nowhere near as beautiful as you, gorgeous.” He let his soapy hands skate over her breasts, stomach, and between her legs.
“Are you sore?”
“A little. But you won’t hear me complaining,” she winked.
“Ah, there’s that wink. And I want that wink only for me, by the way,” he said, playfully swatting her behind.
“Ah!” trying to dodge his hand.
He grabbed her, hugging her, growling and kissing her neck. She could feel him getting hard again, and couldn’t believe it.
She looked up at him wryly, rubbing herself against him, “Is there something you’re not telling me? Maybe some syndrome that you have that causes you to never be satisfied?” she teased.
“It’s your fault. And just for the record, we will be having shower sex, but I’ll give you a reprieve for the moment. I can’t make any promises about this weekend, though,” he muttered with a smile.
He lathered up his hands with shampoo, and began washing her hair. She let out a long purr and allowed him to massage her scalp, then rinse her hair, followed by the same with the conditioner. Once they were both clean, he reached back and turned off the faucets, stepping outside of the shower grabbing a towel for both of them. Once they’d dried, she said, “I need to get my clothes.”
“I’ll get your bag.” He kissed her and left, closing the door.
She used the toilet, and when she was done, he tapped on the door to let her know the bag was there. She took the next half hour or so to do her hair which she left in a ponytail, apply some light makeup, and got dressed. She chose to wear more casual, artsy clothes today. Since she didn’t have to dress to go out to dinner, she wore a long printed tube skirt, with a nice black tank top, and black strappy flat sandals.
She left the bathroom, and headed down to the state of the art kitchen. Jeremy was standing at the stove making something, and the smell of coffee wafted through the air. He had on a pair of Levi’s and a black t-shirt. His hair was wet from his own shower, and he was still barefoot. He looked...yummy.
He turned around, and stopped when he saw her. He shut off the gas and removed the eggs from the burner then turned back to her.
Without saying a word, he walked over to her, grabbed her with one arm around the waist, and wound his other hand around her ponytail. He pulled it back so she was looking up at him. “You look like a college student,” he said. Then he kissed her. And kissed her. And she stopped thinking.
He was incredible with his mouth. When he came up for air, she said without even thinking, “I love the way you kiss me,” she murmured. When she realized what she had said, she began to blush.
“I’m glad.” He continued holding her head, angling it for his pleasure. He sucked at her neck, and goose bumps appeared on her arms. “Tell me what you love about it.”
Shit. When was she going to learn not to be so honest all of the time? She sighed when he stopped and looked at her.
She tried to think of how to explain it to him without turning three shades of red, but she was already there. He was watching her with lust in his eyes and he let his gaze rest on her mouth. The hand in her hair came forward to her jaw, where he ran his thumb over her lower lip.
“Tell me, Ryann.”
She looked away embarrassed. “I like how you...use your whole mouth. When you nibble...” She blushed again.
“You know what I’ve discovered about you, Ryann?” he whispered, skating his lips over her cheek. “That you and I are going to be very compatible in the bedroom.” He moved to kiss the other cheek, still keeping his thumb on her lip, but now pressing it into her mouth. She gripped it between her lips and sucked.
His eyes flared and he looked at his thumb in her mouth. “When you did that at the showing, I thought I was going to come in my pants right there. That was when I hoped, but now I know.” Pause. “Do you want to know what I know, Ryann?” he whispered.
She looked at him, and released his thumb from her mouth. She nodded. He continued to stroke her lip.
“You like it when I’m a little rough. When I take control, and fuck you senseless.” He was still whispering.
She was so embarrassed. She didn’t want to respond to his statement, because she was beginning to feel he thought she was a freak or something. She had never really explored her sexuality with Brent, and now that she was experiencing intensely passionate sex with Jeremy, she was trying to find her way through all of it to discover who she was.
“I -” she stuttered.
“And you know what, Ryann?” He kissed below her ear, and said into it, “That makes me very happy. When you told me last night to fuck you harder? You have no idea what that does to me.” He bit at her earlobe, “I can’t wait to push your boundaries.”
She whimpered involuntarily, and was swaying in his arms. He kissed her neck, and bit softly down into her flesh, then released her and stepped back.
She was sure her eyes looked glazed over because she was having a hard time focusing due to her arousal.
“How does a cheese omelet sound?”
“Umm. Good.” She tried to gain some control. “Can I do anything?”
“Nope. Just sit there and look pretty,” he winked.
She sat there in comfortable silence while he cooked, while they looked at each other occasionally. And so it went, until they sat to eat.
“This looks wonderful. Thank you. I’m starving.” She dug in, as did he.
She took a sip of coffee, then cleared her throat, and looked at him. “So... How often do you do this kind of thing?” She winced at how she sounded. Like a jealous harpy. He just wanted an affair, and she sounded like she was fishing for information.
“Have breakfast with a woman?”
She began to fidget. “And have sleepovers.”
“I don’t, actually.”
“Really?” She didn’t know if she quite believed him.
“Really. In fact, you may or may not believe this, but you’re not only the first woman who’s slept over, you’re the first woman to come to my house, other than my female family members.”
She looked at him skeptically.
He sighed and looked her in the eye. “Ryann, the women I usually see are... a way for me to pass the time, and have an enjoyable evening. They’re not necessarily women I would choose to have in my every day personal life.” He paused. “I’m not exactly sure what kind of man that makes me,” he frowned, looking disconcerted.
He looked at her as if trying to figure out what to say next. Then leaning forward, he kissed her softly.
“I want to show you something.” He got up and took her hand, leading her out of the kitchen.
…..
He led her to the back of the house, off the kitchen and into what appeared to be a woodshop. It was a room filled with furniture. All kinds of furniture, in all different states…some were just being put together, some being sanded, some on top of drop cloths, with saws and tools set up neatly in a corner of the room.
He let her walk in before him, then stood at the door leaning against the door jamb, waiting for her to speak.
She looked aro
und, noting the pleasant smell of sawdust. Then she turned to him with a smile. “What is all this?”
“This,” he hesitated, “is my shop.” He looked uncertain. Very unlike the Jeremy she had seen so far. Hmm. Definitely a new side to this wonderfully faceted man.
“You made all of this?” She continued to look around. “Wow.” She walked over to a large, sturdy rectangular table with thick ornate legs, intricate carvings along its skirt, with a gorgeous mahogany stain. There was a center drawer, with a beautiful antique pull. The surface top had a glass like finish to it. She looked back at him. “May I touch it?”
He looked like a proud father. “Of course.”
She did. It was smooth as glass, and so exquisitely designed and made, that she could only run her fingers over it in awe.
“It’s gorgeous.” She looked back at him so he could see how serious she was.
He walked toward her and stopped at the table. “I finished this one for a client last week. It’s a desk for his office.”
“You make these for people?”
“Not all of the time. It’s always been a hobby, but I find that it goes nicely with my day job. Sometimes clients are looking for a particular piece, and when that piece isn’t out there, we work something up. I usually just design for family or myself, though.” Pause. “My dad taught me. We used to,” he cleared his throat, “do woodworking together.”
Her eyes softened as he shared that memory.
“Are those your pieces in the living room? The funky chair with the painting on it, end tables…the night stands in the bedroom?”
He nodded.
“Wow,” she said again. “I’m impressed.” And she was. They really were beautiful pieces. She continued to touch the desk and said, “I could tell they were custom made, but I thought maybe you bought them through your business connections.”
“Nope. They’re all me,” he shrugged.
“You should be doing this more. You’re so talented.” Then she looked back at him and grabbed his hand. She turned it over to run her finger over the calluses. “I wondered where these came from.” Then she leaned down and kissed his palm.
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