23. Amberlee
Chapter 23
Amberlee
I gasp as he picks me up, cradling me in his arms as he heads up the stairs.
“Put me down, I’m going to break your back.” I slap playfully at his chest and laugh.
“If I ever hear you say something like that again, I’m going to swat your ass. You’re not heavy, and I’d carry you no matter how much you weighed. All I want now is to spend the last few moments we have together before you leave buried deep inside of you.”
I press my thighs together to ease the ache between them. It’s been a few days, but I’ve had to masturbate each night. My desire for Jeremiah is so strong, I can’t contain it any longer.
“Umm, that sounds like it might be fun,” I tease.
“Oh, it can be, baby, and when you’re ready, we can definitely experiment with it.”
Fuck me! Yes, please sign me up for that.
“We don’t have time for that right now. Angel will be home soon, and I still want to have my cock inside of you.”
“I want that too.” I purr, surprising myself. I thought it was only something I read in books, not something real.
My body jostles up and down as he steps onto the landing at the top of the stairs.
A wave of flutters takes over in my stomach as I close my eyes, scraping my teeth across my bottom lip. My fingers ache to run along his bare skin.
Before I have a chance to process the multitude of emotions enveloping me at once, I feel my body being lowered as my feet touch the ground.
“I want to make love to you, Amberlee. Is that okay?”
I nod.
“Tsk, tsk, baby. I need words.” He runs his thumb along his lower lip as his eyes roam the length of my body.
My heart swarms with love that he wants to hear my approval of being with him, but right now, I don’t want that. I want him to take me and ravish me like the men in one of my romance books.
“Amberlee.” His voice is short and gruff as he raises his brow.
“Yes.” I relent, giving him the one word he so desperately needs to hear.
He takes hold of the hem of my shirt as memories of Saturday night in his room flood back. I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it off. I don’t hesitate, reaching behind me and unhooking my bra, letting the straps slip off my arm and fall to the floor.
“Take off the rest.” He orders, and I readily comply.
My eyes never leave him as he begins taking off his clothes until he’s standing before me, hand gripping his cock as he gazes intently at me.
He takes hold of my hand, leading me to the bed, before he sits down on, moving over to the center and lying down. “Climb on top of me. I want to eat your pussy while you ride my face.”
“I…I—” I stammer, but he cuts me off.
“Don’t fucking say those words. Now get on me. I’m dying to taste you.”
I climb on the bed, awkwardly making my way over to him. I swing a leg over his body so I’m straddling him, and inch closer to his face. My body’s on fire, but I’m so afraid of doing something wrong, of smothering him with my weight.
Once I’m centered over his face, I take hold of the headboard, gripping it to balance myself. “I’m not sure what to do.” My voice is shaky, full of apprehension, but not because I don’t want to do this.
“Just lower down and let me do the rest. Rocking your body back and forth will work too. I want you to come all over my face, then you’re going to ride my cock.”
His hands slip around my thighs and pull me down on him, my pussy colliding with his mouth. Jeremiah’s tongue twirls around my clit, sending the first waves of pleasure flooding through me.
My body takes over naturally as my hips begin to rock back and forth, his hands gripping me tightly as he takes me to the highest of highs. A fluttering takes over in my stomach, and my vision begins to darken as my orgasm takes over, and I press my pussy further into his face, not wanting the sensations to end. Any thought of being too heavy and crushing him long faded away.
Fuck me! I’ll never need to use a vibrator again, not when I have Jeremiah’s mouth.
I collapse against the headboard, a heaving mess. Jeremiah gives me a moment, his tongue trailing along my sensitive bud, with the lightest touch.
“Ride my cock, baby.” His voice vibrates against my center, and I moan.
I lift off his face and inch backward until I’m hovering over his cock. I take his shaft in my hand, pumping up and down as I imagine it being my mouth. Something I plan to do next time.
I lean over, kissing Jeremiah’s lips—ones that are still glistening with my release. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve experienced. Something definitely underwritten in books.
“Mmm, you taste good, don’t you, baby?” He laughs against my lips.
“I do. But now I’m going to ride you.” Somewhere between climbing on top of him and orgasming on his face, I’ve turned into a brazen woman.
“I’d love that,” he murmurs huskily.
Taking his cock, I line it up with my hole, slowly sliding down his length. I have to stop a couple of times, just to take a moment to breathe and adjust. Even after Sunday, it’s still a little sore.
“I’m not sure what to do,” I tell him as I arch my back once I’m fully seated.
“Just rock and move your hips, and I’ll help with the rest. You’re doing perfect, baby.”
I love this man. He knows exactly what to say.
I begin to roll my hips, chasing the movements that make me feel good and the ones he’s audibly telling me are what he wants. We’re both a panting, heaving mess. I’m so close to another orgasm, but I don’t want to come again without him.
His hands land on my hips, and he begins to thrust up into me.
Each thrust sends me closer to the edge, it’s as if his cock knows the exact spot to hit.
My hand slips down between us, rubbing my clit, intensifying what I’m feeling.
“You’re amazing, baby. I’m so close. Come with me,” he growls.
I’m so lost in what’s happening, I can’t respond. Our bodies move together like a perfectly orchestrated song reaching its crescendo as we both cry out our release. My body slumps on top of him as I chase my breath.
His hand wraps around my back, his fingers running up and down the length of my spine.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he whispers into my ear as he kisses the side of my head.
We stay like that. Me lying on top of him while his softening cock is still buried inside of me. I know we only have a few more fleeting moments before we need to clean up and for me to leave. We don’t need Angel to see me here and risk her blurting anything out until we talk to Ryan.
“Tomorrow night isn’t going to come quick enough.” Jeremiah’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts.
“I agree, but I need to get up. It’s getting late, and I need to go.” I stick out my bottom lip and pout as I lift off of him, his cum seeping out of me.
“Not much longer and you’ll be mine, and everyone will know it.”
His.
The sound of that is amazing. It’s only what I’ve wanted for the last seven years. I’m his now, but I know what he means. We’re nothing but a dirty secret right now.
I sway my hips as I head to the bathroom in his bedroom and pull some toilet paper off the roll, cleaning myself the best I can. When I step back into the bedroom, he’s already pulled on some sweatpants and is pulling a shirt over his head.
“I don’t want to leave. I’m worried about tomorrow,” I whine as I step into his arms for another hug.
“It’s okay, baby. Everything’s going to be fine.”
I pull away from him, pick up my clothes, and begin to dress. His eyes stay glued to me, watching every tiny movement I make. Once I’m done, he takes my hand in his and leads me down the stairs.
“Crap, we need to clean up the dinner plates.” The memory of the mess from dinner rushing back to me.
“I’ve got it. Don’t worry about it.”
He turns his head, looking at the clock. My heart sinks for a moment as dread seeps in, filling my brain with negative thoughts. He must see something in my face because he speaks.
“Don’t. Angel will be home soon, and she has very loose lips. This will be the last night you sneak out of my home. In fact, I hope to have many nights of you sleeping over and sharing my bed.”
The sound of that makes my heart swell. There’s nothing I want more than that.
He kisses me, and we take a few moments before I gather my purse and keys and head out the door.
Tomorrow is either going to be the most wonderful day of my life, or we're going to start a fire that may never be extinguished. I’m hoping for the first.