19. Jeremiah
Chapter 19
Jeremiah
S he lifts her hand, tracing her fingertips along my face. Her touch feels fucking amazing. My fingers run up her side. I continue to get closer to her cleavage until my thumb runs over the swell of her breast.
My cock presses against the inside of my jeans, and I grimace.
“What’s wrong?”
I let out a muffled laugh. I don’t know what comes over me, but I feel bold. Taking her hand in mine, I place it over my cock. “This is what you do to me.”
Her face pinkens, but she doesn’t remove her hand, and I count this as a step in the right direction. I want more.
Leaning down, I kiss down her neck to her collarbone. She moans as she grips my cock through my pants. I press my luck, trailing further down her smooth skin, kissing her breast over the top of her shirt. Hearing those fuckable sounds coming from her has me nearing the edge, and I feel like a horny teenage boy making out in his bedroom, praying his parents don’t catch him.
“That feels so good,” her husky voice fills my ears.
“Can I take off your shirt?” I ask, and she nods, but that won’t do this time. “I need your words, baby.”
“Yes,” she groans.
“Can I take mine off too? And is it okay if I take my pants off? I’ll stay in my boxers, it’s just getting uncomfortable.”
“Okay, yes.”
I sit up, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. I use the heels of my feet to help slide off my sneakers, then unbutton my pants, and stand, sliding them down my legs. I turn around to see her propped on her elbows, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. My boxer briefs do nothing to hide the bulge contained within them.
“Your turn, baby. I know you said shirt, but how about your shorts?”
She nods her head.
“Yes. Take them off of me.”
Fuck, she only has to ask me once. Grabbing her hands, I pull her up so she’s sitting and take hold of the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. She’s left in just a black lacy bra, which gives me my first glimpse at her beautiful nipples as they peek through the fabric. It’s a tease, but I’m loving every minute of it.
She gasps, and her lips part. Fuck, she’s a vision, and she’s mine.
Finally!
“Lie down and move up to the middle of the bed,” I command, my voice firm.
Without saying a word, she does exactly as I ask. Placing my knee on the bed, it dips underneath my weight. The mattress shifts as I crawl towards her, making my way between her legs. I take my time unbuttoning her shorts, pulling the zipper down slowly. I savor the sight as I get the first glimpse of her black panties.
Fuck me, I’m in love.
“Lift your ass up.”
She bends her knees, pressing her heels into the mattress as she lifts her hips in the air. Taking hold of the waistband of her shorts, I pull them down. When I have them halfway down her thighs, she lowers back down to the bed, and I pull them the rest of the way off.
“You’re more gorgeous than I ever imagined.” I rub my thumb across my lip as I take in her sun-kissed body—her skin a beautiful warm, golden tan from being in the sun.
“What are you waiting for?” Her voice is raspy.
It’s taking everything in me not to rip her panties off and dive into her pussy. This… her and me in my room, on my bed, half-naked is not how I expected the night to end. I place a hand on either side of her, holding my body above her as I gaze down at her.
Amberlee licks her lip, which trembles slightly.
“What do you want?” I ask, nearly breathless. The sight of her like this is more than I could have ever dreamed of.
“You.” The word is so soft, if I hadn’t been paying attention, I wouldn’t have heard it. She trails her fingers along my arm, the touch alone is practically electrifying.
I want her. So fucking bad.
But not like this.
“You’ve been drinking. We both have. I don’t want you to regret anything that happens.” I’ve got to keep my wits about me. Her mind is fuzzy, and if she were to hate me because of one night of us being together, I couldn’t live with myself.
“I know exactly what I’m doing. I’ve wanted you since I was fifteen, Jeremiah,” she says, her voice strong and certain. Her gaze full of unsaid things.
“I’ve dreamed of this moment. Of being with you, and I don’t want to wait another minute.”
My head is in turmoil, as my brain and dick battle over what to do. Making love to her now, while she’s under the influence of alcohol, is wrong, and I know it. I’ve made this stupid mistake before, seven years ago. But Amberlee is different. Being with her isn’t wrong; it’s right in so many ways.
Just as I’m about to give in to my desires, I remember I didn’t bring any condoms. Sex wasn’t really in the plans this weekend, only winning the heart of the woman I love. I know good things take time, and I didn’t intend on this scenario happening this soon, if at all…
“We can’t,” I say defeatedly as I lift up, lying back on the bed beside her.
Amberlee sits up, not even looking at me.
“You don’t want me? But you said…” Her voice trembles and I feel like shit.
“Were you playing with me? Toying with my emotions? Am I just a game to you?” Her voice hitches, and when she casts her gaze at me, I see the first tear trailing down her face.
“No, I want you more than anything, I just don’t have a condom.”
Her face lightens, and the corners of her mouth turn up in a smile. “Oh. Um, I’m on the pill and I’m clean. If that’s what you’re worried about.” She blushes slightly, looking down. “I… umm… I haven’t been with anyone before.”
I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing.
A virgin? How?
“Amberlee, this can’t be how you plan to lose it.” It should be something romantic. Suddenly I feel like an ass. A better man would end it now, and make sure that her first time is full of romance and all that shit women love.
I sit up, cupping her face with my hand. “It should be special, and not while you’re drunk.” She deserves the world and I want to be the one who gives it to her.
“That’s just it. It would be special,” she says, her eyes misty and beautifully warm. “Don’t you get it? You’re the person I’ve always wanted to give it to. I’ve wanted you to be the first and last person I’ll ever be with.” She reaches behind her, unhooking her bra, letting the straps slip off her arms, and it pools in her lap.
Her breasts are spectacular. Her flesh-colored nipples are already pebbled. Do they ache to have my mouth sucking them, swirling my tongue around the hard little peak, nibbling gently? Reaching out, I let my thumb brush along one of them as Amberlee moans.
Doing it now may be the wrong way, but she is my end game, and I need to be inside of her.
“Promise not to hate me tomorrow?”
“I could never hate you,” she whispers softly, her words like an answered prayer.
“Okay. Just so you know, I’m clean too. I’ve never had sex without a condom since Sylvia, and I was tested after her,” I say the last word softly, hating that I have to bring her into our moment.
“Lie down, baby. I want to taste you.”
Amberlee lowers herself back down, spreading her legs so that I can position myself between her thighs. Amberlee lifts her ass slightly as I hook my fingers under the straps of her panties and slip them off, exposing her bare pussy to me, which is already glistening.
For me.
The feeling is more than mutual, baby.
I flatten my tongue and run it up the length of her seam, all the way to her clit. She arches up, pushing her mound further into my face, as I swirl my tongue around her tiny bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” she curses, her breath catching. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”
I chuckle, then pause for a moment, sticking two of my fingers in my mouth; sucking them to make sure they’re good and wet. I rub the tip of one around her hole before sticking just the tip in. She lets out a whimper that has my cock aching.
“I’m sorry, baby. This is going to hurt, but just for a moment.”
Each time I push it in further, I pause to give her time to adjust. Once I’m sure she’s okay, I slip in a second finger, curling the tip as I pull out, making sure to hit her G-spot. I need this to feel good for her, because she deserves more than the best.
She deserves all I have to give her.
My girl writhes underneath me, struggling to quiet her moans. She just doesn’t understand that I want to hear all the delicious noises that she makes. The more she makes, the harder I get.
“It feels so good, I don’t… fuck, Jeremiah, I’m going to come.” She slips her fingers into my hair, tugging on the strands, and I latch my mouth on her clit again, sucking and nibbling, finger fucking her in tune with the twirling movements of my tongue.
I know she’s close. Her legs push against the sides of my head, and within seconds, she’s squeezing hard as she arches off the bed, screaming her release.
It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. All I want for the rest of my life is to see her like this, coming undone underneath me or on top of me.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Amberlee? We can stop here and not do anything else.”
No matter how badly I want to be buried deep inside of her, I still want to give her a chance to change her mind.
“Don’t you dare, Jeremiah Dawson,” she scolds. “If I had any doubts before… that mind-blowing orgasm you just gave me only confirms it.” Her skin flushes as her chest rises and falls.
“I love you, Amberlee Michaels. You’re mine. I’m never letting you go now that I have you.” Leaning down, I place my mouth on hers, kissing her deeply. I pepper gentle kisses down the nape of her neck, down to her nipple, sucking it gently between my lips.
Taking hold of my cock, I line myself up with her hole, then slowly push inside of her. She’s so fucking tight, I don’t even know if I’m going to be able to fully fit. She lets out another whimper, and it takes everything in me not to stop.
Popping her tit out of my mouth, I gaze up at her.
“You’re doing great, baby. One more push, then it’ll be over, and after that, it’ll feel so good. I promise.”
She doesn’t answer, just nods as I thrust one more time, breaking past the barrier holding her virginity. She slips her arms around me, digging her nails into my back as her chest rises off the bed.
I hold it there for a moment, letting her body adjust to mine. My hips begin to move, pumping in and out. This moment is all I’ve ever wanted, and I already know I’m not going to last long.
“Baby, I need you to come one more time.”
“I… I… can’t,” she whimpers, her breath raspy.
“Yes, you can. I want you to rub your clit, make yourself feel good. You’ve made yourself come before, haven’t you?”
She nods, and her hand slips between our bodies. She begins to rub tiny circles, pleasuring herself, adding to what she’s already feeling. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I know I’m going to be having her play with herself one day soon, just so I can watch.
“Ahhh,” escapes between her lips, her legs lifting and wrapping around my back, pushing me further in her. She’s close, but so am I. I can already feel the heaviness in my balls, full of cum, ready to fill her.
“Are you going to come, baby?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Then come, cover my cock with your juices.”
That’s all it takes before she comes undone, having her second orgasm of the night and sending me over the edge. Two more thrusts inside of her, and I’m done for. I can feel my cock jerking as I fill her with my cum.
My lips capture hers, kissing her deeply as I hold her tightly. It was more than I ever dreamed it would be.
“I love you, Amberlee.” My breathing is ragged as I whisper in her ear.
“I love you too.”
My eyes go wide. She loves me?
We stay like that for a few minutes. I don’t want to pull out of her. But I do slowly, and she winces. I gaze down at the vision she is, catching sight of my dick which is coated in her blood. A vivid reminder of what we just did. The gift she so willingly gave me.
The loss of her virginity.
“Don’t move. I’ll be back to clean you up.”
I hurry to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth in warm water and cleaning myself before heading back to Amberlee.
She’s still lying in the spot I left her, a vision of beauty.
Taking hold of her legs, I pull them apart, running the rag through her folds, cleaning her.
“Let’s get under the blankets. I want to hold you. To fall asleep with you.”
Taking her hands, I help her stand, the evidence of her virginity seen on the blanket. I catch how her eyes fall on it and the way her face flushes.
“Don’t. You gave me one of the three greatest gifts in my life.” I remind her. I’ll never let her feel embarrassed. “Now, get in bed with me.”
“I can’t. What if Ryan comes down, or Angel? They can’t catch us together. Not like this.”
She wraps her hands across her chest as she drops her eyes to the floor, her hair falling around her face, creating her own barricade.
Nope, this isn’t happening. She’s not going to feel like this is wrong.
“He can’t get into the room without a key, neither can Angel. I’ll set the alarm for early in the morning, so you can go back to your room before anyone wakes up. I just want to hold you for a few more hours. To have you close to me, before I can’t until I talk to Ryan.”
“Okay.”
My heart races at that one word.
Amberlee crawls under the sheets, and I turn off the light before lying down beside her, covering us. She rolls into me, laying her head on my chest and her hand on my stomach.
This is how I want every night to end, with her in my arms.