Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Emma
J eremy closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. His hands tighten on my hips, as if he needs the touchstone for the courage to tell me whatever is in his head.
I think I know, but I want the words to come from him.
“I’m nervous,” he whispers, eyes still closed. When he opens them, they lock on mine.
“Tell me why.”
“Last time we did this, it didn’t…end well. I messed it all up. I got scared and ran out on you in the morning, and it took us eight damn years to get back here. I know we haven’t really talked about feelings or any of that crap yet but fuck, Ems, my feelings for you? They’re big feelings. Consuming, life-changing, never going away feelings. I’m afraid I’m not built for feelings like that. All I know how to do is run from them because no one ever taught me how to stay.”
He says that last part in a low voice, gaze drifting from mine, and love just pours out of my heart for him. The sweet boy who turned into such a good man.
Mine.
I protect what’s mine.
Hands still on his face, I tip his chin up, bringing my mouth to his in a kiss that is long and slow and full of passion and love and all the feelings I can’t give him yet in words.
“It’s okay to be scared, Jer. We both fucked it all up eight years ago. You ran, and I let you. That’s on both of us. But we’re older now, and we understand things we didn’t back then. If you need to run, run to me. I won’t let you go. Be here with me, and we’ll stay for each other.”
Emotion swarms Jeremy’s eyes and he leans forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my neck. Angst and relief come off him in waves and tears blur my vision as I hold him tight.
His lips graze the shell of my ear when he speaks, his fluttering breath sending shivers down my spine.
“There hasn’t been anyone since you. Since that night eight years ago. You’re all I could think about, even when you would barely speak to me, and I deserved it, and I didn’t think you would ever be mine.”
He pulls back, eyes begging me to understand what he’s saying. I do. I’m caught between disbelief, fierce need, and enormous, all-consuming love.
“No one else?”
He shakes his head. “No one. Not since you. I never wanted to be with anyone else. Only you. It’s only ever been you.”
I give myself a second to process the enormity of this moment and his words and decide to give him something too.
“I wish I could say there hasn’t been anyone since you but, well, there has.”
I shrug and his gaze darkens.
“I fucking hate them all,” he growls. I snicker because Jeremy growling is equal parts hot and hilarious.
“You can hate them all you want, but I want you to know that you were my first and I’m really hoping you’ll be my last.”
It takes him some time, but I see the exact second he processes my words.
“I was your…” He trails off.
“Yep.”
“You were a virgin.”
“I was.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“Nope.”
Guilt covers his face, and it’s both predictable and stupid.
“Shit, Ems, you should have told me. I would have…well, I don’t know what I would have done, but I would have done something other than what I did, which was…”
“Fuck me into the mattress like I asked you to?” I interrupt. “I was twenty-two years old, Jeremy. I wasn’t a kid, and I wanted to sleep with you. Virginity is a patriarchal construct to make women ashamed of sex, and nothing we did was shameful. It’s Gloria Steinem’s world, baby, and we’re just living in it. I like sex, and I liked having sex with you. If I had told you, you would have been all careful with me and treated me like I was made of glass. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to fuck me hard and throw me around a little and you were very, very good at it.”
I shoot him a grin just as he tackles me to the mattress. He lays on top of me, dragging every ridge of his long, hard cock over my slit, swallowing my gasp with his mouth on mine.
“If you think I was good at it then, just wait, Pretty Girl. I’ve learned a thing or two in the last eight years.”
“Have you?” I give him my most innocent smile. “Because I could swear you just told me you haven’t been with anyone since me so…”
My words are cut off by my low moan when Jeremy reaches between my legs and shoves two fingers deep inside me. He curls them up and assaults my clit with his thumb in rough circles that have me skirting the edge almost immediately. He’s relentless, fucking me with his fingers and pressing harder against my clit until I’m all feeling and sensation and desperate pleas. Just as I’m about to tumble straight over the edge, he yanks his hand away, giving me a wicked grin when I whimper in protest.
“Say it,” he orders.
“Say what,” I manage, my body still humming from my almost orgasm.
“Say, Jeremy, you’re a sex god .”
I give him an unimpressed look. “Your ego doesn’t need any more stroking.”
“No, but your clit sure does.”
I huff out a laugh that ends in a moan when he ghosts his index finger over my clit.
“Say it and I’ll make you come so many times tonight you’ll be begging me to stop.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “And if I don’t?”
I love the flash in Jeremy’s eyes.
“Who would have thought it?” he drawls, trailing his fingers down my chest and tweaking my nipple hard enough that I hiss out a breath, a gush of arousal dripping out of me and down to my ass. I remember now why, when it’s Jeremy giving it to me, I like a little pain with my pleasure.
“Emma Langley, the quiet introvert, the pretty girl who never says anything unless it’s necessary, is a mouthy brat in the bedroom.”
He leans down and runs his nose up my neck, nipping at my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth. Then he glides his hand from my breast to my hips, running a finger back and forth along my pubic bone. He never drifts lower to the place where I’m literally aching for him, even as he rocks his cock against my thigh, clearly just as turned on as I am.
“I could say that bratty girls get punished,” he whispers. “But the truth is, I like my girl wild, and I think spicy Emma is my favorite Emma. So, brat all you want, Pretty Girl. It’ll just make me fuck you harder.”
“How about you just fuck me now,” I gasp out, my hips jerking up when he finally dips his index finger down, swirling it over my clit.
“Should I get a condom?” he whispers, pushing his finger inside, fucking it in and out of me slowly while he waits for me to answer.
“I’m on birth control,” I manage, grinding up against his finger, trying to get it deeper. “I don’t want anything in between us. I want to feel all of you.”
“Good answer.”
Supporting his weight with one forearm by my head, Jeremy pulls his finger out and grabs my leg, hitching it over his waist. Then he slides inside me in one single motion that has our moans mingling and Jeremy dropping his forehead to mine, breathing ragged, clearly struggling with his control.
“Holy fuck, Ems, you feel so good,” he grits out, lips hovering over mine. “So damn tight. Such a good fucking girl, choking my cock with your tight little pussy,” he mutters, before pulling out almost to the tip and thrusting back in. He hits a spot deep inside me that has intense pleasure rolling through my limbs and a moan tearing from my throat.
“Again,” I gasp out. “Do that again. Please.”
He pulls out part way, keeping his thrust shallow, and I let out a frustrated groan. When I try to lift my hips up to grind against him, he presses a hand to my hip, keeping me locked in place. Then he lowers his hips just enough to brush over my clit, sending a zap of electricity through my veins.
“Say my name, Pretty Girl. When you’re begging for my cock, you say my goddamn name.”
I grab his hair with both hands the way I know he likes and tug his mouth to mine. I kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth so our tongues tangle and we taste every inch of each other. We break apart, panting, and lock eyes.
“Fuck me, Jeremy. Please. Fuck me so hard I feel you for days.”
“There is literally nothing I want more. Wrap those gorgeous legs around me, Ems.”
The second I do, Jeremy drops my leg, bracketing my head with his forearms as he starts to move. He moves in long, languid strokes that have me moaning his name every time he pushes back in, his cock hitting me so deep I feel him everywhere.
“Please don’t stop,” I plead. “You feel so good.”
“Never, Ems. I could fuck you like this every day for the rest of my life, and it would still never be enough.”
Dipping his head, Jeremy sucks a nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue as he speeds up his thrusts. He angles his body so he hits my clit with every roll of his hip. The pleasure is unreal. When he moves his head over and latches on to my other nipple, I feel it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and I know it will never be like this with anyone else. There is no one else. That thought, combined with his steady thrusts and talented mouth, has me teetering right on the edge of oblivion.
“I’m so close, Jeremy,” I gasp out, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “I need to come. Fuck. Please.”
“Are you mine, Ems? Come for me, Pretty Girl, and show me you’re mine,” Jeremy grinds out, the pace of his hips speeding up, his rhythm faltering.
It’s the question in his voice, even in this moment where we are as close as two people can be, that has me taking his face in my hands as we both start to fall apart.
“I’m yours, Jeremy. Only yours. Come with me. Come inside me. Mark me. Show me who I belong to. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll only ever be yours.”
Jeremy’s eyes go dark and feral.
“Mine,” he growls out. “All. Fucking. Mine.”
He punctuates each word with a punishing thrust that hurls me straight over the edge. He fucks me wildly as my entire body tightens, and a white-hot pleasure rockets up my spine and unfurls, his name tearing from my throat in a scream.
It takes three more thrusts before Jeremy’s cock swells inside me. His mouth crashes into mine as he groans out his orgasm, his hips jerking as the waves of my own still pummel me. Jeremy slows his hips, riding us both through our releases, his mouth never leaving mine, our hearts thundering against each other.
It's only once every drop of pleasure is wrung out of both of us that he breaks the kiss, lifting himself up to look at me. His eyes are still hazy with pleasure and his damp hair falls over his forehead. He is the most beautiful man I have ever known.
“That was…” I trail off, not having the words to explain what the fuck that was.
Jeremy smirks at me. “It’s not over yet.”
Before I can ask what he means by that, he pulls out of me, sliding down my body until he’s between my legs. His eyes rove my bare pussy where both our releases drip out of me. I should probably feel uncomfortable and exposed, but he’s looking at me with such intensity that I can’t feel anything except desired.
Peppering the inside of my thigh with kisses, Jeremy runs two fingers over my slit, collecting his cum and pushing it back inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, my nerve endings still on fire.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, before leaning over and sucking my clit into his mouth. His two fingers are still deep inside me, and he curls them up to hit that spot that has stars dancing behind my eyes. Jeremy is unbothered by the fact that his mouth is on me when he just literally came inside me two minutes ago, and I don’t know why that’s so hot but holy god. My heels dig into his shoulders, my entire body bowing up as he devours me. The noises he makes as he eats me should be illegal. It’s his obvious enjoyment of this, combined with his tongue roughing over my clit, that has me exploding in my third orgasm of the night, moaning Jeremy’s name into the darkened room.
When I finally come down, Jeremy lifts his head and smirks. Still kneeling between my legs, he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them into his mouth, and I swear I come again just a little.
“Delicious,” he says with a wink. With the heat in his eyes, his lips wet from our combined releases, and his dark hair falling across his forehead, he looks like a debauched devil. My body comes alive again, even through the blanket of exhaustion. Crawling up my body, Jeremy fuses his lips to mine, licking into my mouth so I taste both of us. It’s messy and filthy and so fucking sexy.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs against my lips. He pushes himself up from the bed and pads naked to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and a minute later he’s back, swiping a warm washcloth between my legs, cleaning me up. The act of care after what we just shared has emotion threatening to take me under.
When he’s finished, Jeremy tosses the washcloth into the bathroom and lifts me up, laying me down on the pillows before sliding in next to me. He pulls me tight against him, reaching down and dragging the blankets up over both of us. My eyes start to droop as I lay my head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart lulling me to sleep. Jeremy tangles our legs together and turns toward me, wrapping his other arm around me so our bodies are flush.
“Thank you for being here,” Jeremy says in a low voice, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “This is my favorite night. You are my favorite person, Ems.”
I take in his words, but my brain is too tired to respond. Instead, I tighten my arms around him, shifting impossibly closer, because he is my favorite person too. He lets out a little sigh and kisses my forehead one last time.
With Jeremy’s words in my ear and the ghost of his kiss on my forehead, and his big body wrapped around me, I drop straight into a deep, dreamless sleep.