She couldn’t control herself, and started to giggle.
“Ryann,” he warned.
She kept giggling until it turned into full out laughter.
He pulled her head back even further, leaning her back, and then brought his lips to hover over hers. “What the hell is so funny?”
She cleared her throat, and smiled. “I just think it’s funny that you’re implying I have someone else.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She gave him an exasperated look. “First of all, Mr. Experience, I have a hard enough time handling you. Do you really think I would be able to handle you, and another man? Second of all, you’re the one who’s pictured on the internet with half the women all over the City.” She huffed out that last part. Her snarkiness was rearing its ugly head. “I think the question is, are you off the market?”
He moved the chocolates from her lap, laid her down onto the sofa, and crouched over her.
“Do you want me to be off the market, Ryann?” he whispered.
She was getting worked up, and exhaled harshly. “Don’t play with me, Jeremy. I asked you a question. If you want to be…fucking…other women, then you won’t be fucking me,” she said her anger coming out in full force.
He looked her in the eye, and smiled that lazy smile. “I like it when you say ‘fuck.’”
She growled, then struggled to get up. He easily stopped her, restraining her wrists above her head with one of his hands.
“I’m serious, Jeremy,” she huffed.
Her robe had slipped open, and he dragged one finger over her chest back and forth. The tickling sensation coupled with their argument all while he restrained her, caused her nipples to tighten. Her damn body! She didn’t want to be aroused at that moment.
She struggled, but he held her more firmly, then pinned her with his intense green eyes that were quickly turning black with excitement.
“Do you want me to be off the market?” he asked again.
The rise and fall of her chest was the only movement between them.
“I asked you a question, Ryann,” he whispered hovering over her lips.
“You still haven’t answered mine,” she shot back.
He lightly ran his finger over her bottom lip and waited. She didn’t want to be the first to admit it. And how adolescent was that, she chastised herself.
“Yes,” she whispered. All of her vulnerability was showing on her face, and she could feel the unshed tears burning her eyes. She blinked like crazy to stop them from falling.
His eyes looked at her tenderly, and he stroked his finger down her cheek. “Good,” he said against her lips. “I want to be off the market, too.”
She let go of her breath, and he kissed her softly, and slowly.
After a couple of moments, she turned her face away. “And you want me to be off the market?” she asked quietly.
“Make no mistake, my little sex kitten. You are definitely off the market.”
He reached his hand down from her face, and cupped her breast. “These gorgeous breasts are mine.” He clasped her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pinched lightly. “This nipple…belongs to me.”
Her chest was rising and falling a little faster, as she melted into the sofa, squirming against his other hand still restraining her wrists.
His hand left her nipple, and untied her robe, spreading it open. Then he rubbed his hand down her stomach and palmed her sex, grinding his palm to her mound. “And this sweet pink pussy?” He inserted a finger inside her and she gasped. “Who does it belong to, Ryann?” he asked, his voice husky.
“You…” she breathed, bowing up off the sofa to push into his hand.
“Me. It all belongs to me,” he said, as he slowly finger fucked her, pressing his palm down into her clit. “Say it.”
“Yes…”
“Every glorious inch. Is mine.” He continued his slow torture, and inserted a second finger, scissoring them inside of her.
“Ahh…” She bowed up even further, while she got closer to the edge.
He leaned down to her ear, he whispered, “Every time you come, it’s going to be my name on your lips. My face that you see…”
“Jeremy,” she gasped, undulating her hips, trying to increase the tempo of his fingers. He obliged, and pumped in and out faster, grinding more forcefully into her clit.
Her moaning got louder, and as she strained to the finish line, he nailed her with his eyes. “I want to hear my name when I make you come…say my name, Ryann.”
She did, and soared over the edge.
…..
The next several hours were spent cuddling, murmuring words of assurance, and ordering Chinese food from down the block. At around 10, she was starting to fall asleep in the middle of the Bourne marathon on TV, while they lay entwined in each other’s arms on the sofa.
Jeremy was playing with her hair, nuzzling her forehead, hypnotizing her into a drowsy zone of contentment. She hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep, until she felt herself being carried to the bedroom. She groggily opened her eyes, then snuggled herself into his arms.
“Sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”
He laid her onto the bed which he’d turned down before waking her. He took off her robe, and his jeans, then settled them into the bed, draping her over him.
“I didn’t get to see my other present,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest.
He chuckled. “You’ll definitely get it, baby, but it’ll keep until tomorrow night at my place.”
She snuggled in some more, already fighting off the sleep overtaking her. “We only had sex one time…don’t you want to do it again before I fall asleep?”
She could hear the smile in his voice. “I prefer you alert and awake when I’m inside you,” he murmured, moving a little, adjusting himself. “So stop tempting me, and go to sleep. I’m trying not to be a selfish asshole.”
“You’re never selfish. You always make sure I’m completely satisfied.” She picked up her head and looked at him, already waking up and forming a wonderful idea in her mind.
She let her hand rub down his stomach, and encircled her fingers around his already hard member. Her mouth watered.
He gripped his hand in her hair, and let out a shaky breath. “It looks like my sex kitten isn’t too tired after all.”
She laid on top of him, kissing his hard chest, then his washboard stomach. He reached down and clasped her breasts, pressing them together, engulfing his shaft between them. He rubbed himself against the globes of her chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Tell me,” she said while she tickled his belly button with her tongue. He always made her tell him what she was thinking. It was his turn.
He took a long time answering. Then he frowned.
“I want to be inside you. All the time. I want to hear how your day was, and talk about your thoughts on things...I want to see you paint something...I want to protect you...and make love to you, and...” He stopped talking, and grabbed her hair to pull her up his body, where he draped her again. His jaw was clenched.
She waited, but he had stopped talking. She ran her finger over his mouth, which was grim. “What’s wrong?” she whispered.
He closed his eyes and swallowed. “Nothing, baby. Let’s go to sleep.”
For some reason, she felt a little sick to her stomach. He seemed upset, but she didn’t know why. She put her head on his chest, but it was a long time before she slept.
…..
The next day was uneventful, but nice just the same. They slept in, then stopped and got bagels and coffee, and went to Jeremy’s place. The day was spent working, her in the living room working on her thesis, him in his woodshop, puttering.
By late afternoon, she had done enough work, and just wanted to hang out and spend time with him. She walked into his shop and stood by the door watching him.
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sp; He was wearing a white t-shirt, with his worn Levi’s, and steel toed boots. God, was there a man alive who didn’t look sexy as hell in a pair of 501 button fly jeans? She had a moment to spy on him, since he hadn’t heard her come in due to the buzz of the saw, and the classic rock on his stereo system.
He was such a handsome man. So tall, and good looking. Killer body. Great personality and sense of humor. Compassionate and sensitive. Dominating sex god. He was quite a catch. She considered herself extremely lucky that he had found her so interesting.
Not for the first time had she thought back to the night before, right when they were going to sleep, when he told her the list of things “she did for him.”
She was extremely touched by what he had said, and still a little confused at his reaction to the conversation. He had been somewhat quiet since then. Although he was still affectionate with her throughout the day, he seemed distant. It worried her a little.
Given the activities and conversations from the night before, she knew he wanted her, and that he wanted her ‘off the market,’ but his actions from today contradicted his words from the night before. He hadn’t initiated sex since then, and she wasn’t sure how to take that.
At that moment, Jeremy turned around to get something, and noticed her at the door. He smiled, his whole face lighting up. Her breath caught, and her heart fluttered.
Guard your heart, Ryann. You can’t fall in love with him after knowing him for only a week.
He stalked over to her, his dark hair sticking up from running his fingers in it. When he got to her, he wrapped his arms around her when he arrived at the door. “Hey there,” he murmured, kissing her. “I feel like I haven’t seen you all day.”
She hugged him back and looked up at his beautiful green eyes. “That’s because you haven’t.” She smiled and kissed his chest through his t-shirt. “Mmm. You smell like saw dust.”
“Sorry,” he tried to break away.
She held onto him. “No. I wasn’t complaining. You smell good, like the woods.”
He reached back and pulled his shirt off, giving her an eyeful of sexy man, then he leaned in and cupped her face. “Did you get some work done?”
“Yeah, actually I got a lot done.” She moved forward to nibble at his muscled chest.
“Are you at a good stopping point?” he asked, caressing her neck with his mouth.
She smiled, “I actually think I’m done for the day.”
He looked down at her. “Hmm, that’s good to know.” Then he kissed her. God, this man could kiss. His trademark nibbles at her bottom lip increased her heart rate, and she let go of a sigh. He dipped his tongue into her mouth, and ate at her, nibbling, biting, sucking, licking. Yup. A phenomenal kisser.
When he moved to her neck, she was in a sexual fog, her muscles already lax. “What are you working on back here?” she murmured, angling her neck for his lips.
“Stuff,” he murmured back. He turned them, so that he was backing her into the woodshop, a wicked smile on his face. “You know what I’ve been thinking about today?” he asked, backing her up until she hit his client’s desk she had admired at the beginning of the week.
“What’s that?” she breathed, her stomach fluttering.
He leaned down so that his mouth was at her ear. “I’ve been thinking about getting you naked in here,” he said, biting her earlobe.
She gasped lightly, “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Seeing your mouth watering curves…your glowing skin…in the midst of all my tools, all of this warm wood that I have my hands on for hours.” He ground into her when he said ‘wood.’ “It makes sense, doesn’t it? Since I love having my hands on you for hours, too.”
He continued sucking at her neck, gripping skin between his teeth and gently rolling it, while his hands reached the hem of her pink t-shirt and pulled it over her head. He tossed it to his workbench, then his hands went to the waistband of her yoga pants. “This is pretty,” he murmured, stroking his finger over the lace of her delicate pink bra. “Maybe you’ll leave this on,” he said. “This innocent pink makes me want to defile you,” he said, his tongue pressed to his top teeth. He pulled her pants down her legs, helping her step out of them.
He reached for her matching pink lace thong, and began lowering them down her thighs, but stopped at her knees.
She was about to finish taking them off, but he stopped her and said, “Turn around.”
She looked up at him, and he ran his hand down her back, then squeezed her ass cheek. He gently turned her so she was facing the desk, hitting her at her waist.
He whispered in her ear. “Have I told you that my client is a tall man? It makes this desk the perfect height for what I want to do to you.” He switched his mouth to her other ear. “Do you think he’ll mind if we christen it?”
He gently pushed her down onto the desk surface, which immediately warmed to her body. She heard him unsnap his jeans.
He ran his hand down her back. The warm, calloused palm felt so good, she immediately arched her back into it.
“You’re skin is so soft.” He unsnapped her bra. “Maybe we’ll take this off after all.” He helped her take the bra off.
She breathed out a sigh, when the front of her body met the wood of the desk. Her breasts on the wood felt strangely delicious. She could feel her sex preparing itself for him, feeling creamy between her thighs, anticipating what he was about to do to her.
“It feels good on your skin, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
She could feel the coolness in the shift of air behind her. Then she felt his breath at her ass. She tried to turn her head to look behind her. “Jeremy?” she asked warily.
Then she felt him kiss her ass cheek. A nervous sound left her mouth. The erotic sensations pulsing through her caused more slick arousal to gather.
His lips went to the crease at the bottom of her ass cheek where it met the back of her thigh. She jumped, and he chuckled. One finger traced the other crease on her other leg, while his lips nibbled at the other one. “It’s sensitive back here, isn’t it?”
She moaned in reply. It was. More than she realized. It felt wonderful, in a dark forbidden sort of way.
As he continued teasing her, kissing and sucking at the creases under her cheeks, he dipped his finger into her. It felt big since she couldn’t spread her legs due to her thong binding her knees.
“Mmm,” his lips vibrated against her skin. “So fucking wet for me. I love that,” he murmured. “Do you like it when I kiss you here?” his lips against her ass.
“Yes…” she moaned.
He bit gently into her skin, and she gasped, feeling another gush of wetness surround his slowly pumping finger.
“You like that? A little bite of pain?” He continued nibbling at her, occasionally letting his teeth sink deeper.
“Ahh…Jeremy…” she gasped.
He removed his finger from her, and began slowly climbing his hands up the sides of her legs. She was squirming, needing to move, wishing her thong was off because she wanted more freedom to spread her legs.
His hands hadn’t moved from her thighs yet. “Where else? Your nipples? Do you want me to pinch your nipples, baby?”
His voice was rough and soft, and she swore she would come just by listening to him talk to her.
She groaned in frustration, gyrating her hips in earnest at this point. He bit at one ass cheek, while slapping the other, then rubbing it with his hand.
“Ahh,” she gasped, the dual stings bringing her so close to orgasm that she was no longer able to form a coherent thought. All she knew was that if he continued to talk to her, and play with her ass, she was going to come. God, was it possible to come just by listening to his voice, while he touched her ass? She was lost in the sea of this new experience, and was quickly becoming disoriented.
“Should I slip my finger inside your pussy again? Dip into that sweet cream and spread it all over your clit? Or maybe I should touch your gorgeous pink r
osebud between your ass cheeks.”
She whimpered. Oh, God. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this.
“I’m going to do that to you soon, Ryann. Touch every. Inch. Of your body. Then it will all belong to me,” he murmured, lifting one hand, and rubbing and tickling the small of her back.
“But right now, I just want to bury myself so deep inside you, you won’t be able to walk for a week. You’ll be thinking of me when I’m gone. You’ll remember me fucking you on this desk.”
He stood behind her, and ran his hand from her ass all the way up her back, until it settled in her hair. He tugged slightly, and leaned down to her ear. “Stand up for me, baby.”
She hadn’t been expecting that. She stood and he turned her around, helping her take off her thong. Then he took them and held them to his nose. “I’ll be adding this to my collection,” he said, stuffing them in his pocket.
“Geez Louise,” she giggled, flushed. “My underwear collection is seriously dwindling, mister.”
“That’s the idea. I’ll buy you more.”
“So you can take those, too?” she teased. “Are you trying to tell me something? Perhaps you have a secret life as a cross dresser who has a predilection toward women’s lingerie.”
“I do have a predilection toward women’s lingerie. Especially when you’re wearing it.”
Then without warning, he lifted her until she was perched on the desk, and her hands grasped the desk top edge for support.
His eyes were looking at her dripping core. She was soaked for him.
“Lean back,” he breathed.
He ran his hand up her stomach between her breasts, and gently pressed her back to the desk, her head nearly falling over the side.
“I’m gonna go down on you now, Ryann,” he said as a warning. “I’m gonna lick your pretty pink pussy...and tease you...until your pussy is so greedy, it’s sucking at me, clenching around my mouth so I know how much it wants my dick inside of it.”
She whimpered during his speech. God, he may not have been a painter, but the erotic pictures he painted with his words were works of art.
He crouched slightly, but then grabbed both globes of her ass and lifted her hips off the desk so her womanhood met his mouth.
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