Chapter 8
Jeremiah
Her skin is so soft under mine. I can smell that scent she always wore. A light floral with warm peach undertones that always makes me think about her.
My fingers trail down her arm and then wrap around her hand, pulling her tight against me.
I’m so fucking hard that my cock is poking up the waistband of my boxers, peeking at her.
She’s the only woman that’s ever driven me crazy and it about broke me when I left her.
I didn’t even have memories of the two of us together to make my nights bearable. To erase the nightmares that come for me all the time.
I always respected her and her brother too much to just fuck her and then leave. I was waiting until I put a ring on her finger before I claimed her. When that day didn’t come, thanks to my own mistake, I teased myself mercilessly with dreams about what could be. What should be.
She moans and trembles in my arms. Her ice-blue eyes are dark with lust, her pupils blown until there’s only a tiny blue ring left around them.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” I whisper, my fingers tangling roughly in her pale curls. I jerk her head back gently and my lips trace her pale throat, my teeth nipping lightly, leaving a red mark here and there. Leaving my own brand on her.
I hope to fuck it lasts as long as her brand has lasted on me. An eternity. A lifetime.
Her breath rasps past my ear as my tongue and mouth drift lower. I reach where her sweater is a deep v and growl under my breath, shoving my other hand up until between my two hands, I manage to keep ahold of her and pull the shirt off and over her head.
My breath rasps out of me on a shaky sigh. Her breasts are beautiful. Full and rounded and barely encased in a pale blue silk bra. I can see the darkness of her areola through the light fabric. My mouth waters desperately.
“I fucking need to taste you. I need to feel your skin.”
She just moans and pushes her chest closer to me, her eyes half-slits of glittering ice blue.
My mouth comes down on her nipple through the silky fabric and I lap at the hard point with my tongue then take it in my teeth and raze it gently.
“Don’t stop,” she hisses.
As if I could. I’ve been dreaming about this woman for years, my fantasies cold comfort when I realized what I gave up willingly.
What I lost.
She squirms in my arms and whimpers wildly, her body plastering itself against me. All her curves are pressed so tightly against me that I swear I can feel every breath leave her body.
I lift her up and push her into the wall, loving her hiss as my rigid cock pushes into her belly.
I trace her cheek with my thumb and slide my hand across her lips, groaning when she wraps her mouth around my thumb, sucking gently.
My cock goes steel-rod hard in seconds.
“I need you,” she whispers. “Fuck me, Jeremiah. Fuck me the way you should have all those years ago.”
A twinge of guilt hits me and I almost back up and let her down. But then she kisses me, her tongue twining with mine, her lush curves pressing into me until it feels like we’re already one entity. One animal that was separated and now has found its other half.
Her arms come around my back and her short nails dig into my muscles, ripping the towel off my shoulders. A gasp and her fingertips trace my nipples.
I hiss out my own pleasure, a streak of hot desire lancing my belly and spreading wildly through my core. My dick pulses with need for her. Only her.
She pushes her hips into my cock over and over again and I’m not even sure that she knows she’s doing it.
But I feel it. I feel the wet heat of her through her pants and I already know what’s going to happen right now.
Because she asked. She asked so prettily and she’s here and begging and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Twinges of lust stab my belly as I wrap her legs around me.
“Hold onto me tight, baby.”
With those words I plant my hands under her plump, kissable ass and head for the stairs.
She traces her tongue down my throat and nips at the juncture of my shoulder. Heat builds in my belly. Then she licks down more until her tongue traces my nipple. Her teeth nip hard and it’s all I can do to stay upright.
I trip a step and drop to my knees, her body underneath me, cradled by my hands.
With a sigh of relief, she wraps her thick thighs around my hips and pushes her body into mine. And I can’t take it anymore.
I groan and drop down her body until I’m planted over her pussy, yanking at her pants hard, almost dragging both of us down the steps until I get her jeans off and push her gorgeous legs wide.
Nosing at the apex of her thighs, I run my face along the seam of her pussy, visible through the thin fabric. I can just barely see a little strip of pale curls visible at the top of her seam and my mouth is watering so bad I wipe it, sure that I’m drooling.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I push the fabric aside and let my tongue trace that seam, licking up her pussy juices like they’re my favorite food.
Licking, sucking and nibbling at her smooth lower lips, I drink up every drop of her dew and push my tongue inside her silky walls, drinking in even more of her essence until she’s thrashing under me like a wild thing.
Her body stiffens on my tongue and then her juices squirt out and my tongue catches every drop of her ambrosia. Lapping at her until she’s screaming through another orgasm, riding my face like she’s a bucking bronco.
Letting her slowly come down, I just trace her upper thighs with my tongue, kissing one of the smooth curves and then the other.
Her eyes open in a blank stare but there’s a smile on her face. A just-been fucked look, like she’s high or drunk.
I love that look. My heart swells with love for her.
Her lips twitch up into a smile. “That was…”
“Just the beginning,” I growl and push myself up off the stairs. With a mumbled roar, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, hauling her gorgeous ass up the stairs like a raiding viking.
I swat her ass and she squeals. “I’m gonna give you exactly what we’ve both needed for years, baby. Over and over until you can’t ever walk away from me.”