Chapter 34
JEREMIAH
Lennon was more than heaven. She was my salvation.
The truth had set me free, and when I kissed her again, it was with the knowledge that this time, I wasn’t going to stop until I had emptied myself inside her.
My heart beat a frantic pace in my chest. Her mouth was hot and open over mine, and I wanted in. Her mouth, her pussy, her enormous fucking heart that brought me back to life. I wanted in everywhere. It terrified me, this all-consuming need to possess her in every way I can.
Normally I hated feeling exposed. Maybe it was how I was raised to believe that bodies were shameful and to be kept covered and out of sight.
At the compound, we wore long sleeves and pants even in the high heat of summer.
But now, here, with the mountains and river bearing witness, I craved it.
I wanted her touch on every inch of my skin.
I reached behind me, grabbed hold of my shirt, and tugged it over my head in one swift motion.
Immediately her hands started exploring with feather light touches.
Her fingertips traced my collar bones, then sifted through the sparse hair on my pecs.
It was such a fucking relief to finally have her hands on me that I almost wept.
I kissed the curve of her neck, then sucked gently at her skin as I breathed in her scent. Fresh air, sweat, Lennon.
Her breasts filled my palms to overflowing.
I squeezed, learning the shape of them, then dipped my head to kiss one nipple and then the other.
Her head tipped back on a quiet moan. It made me greedy for her.
I loved the way she pushed into my touch.
Those sweet little sounds she made. I rubbed my lips against the stiff bud of her nipple, then bit gently, just enough to make her squirm on my lap.
She liked the nip of pain with her pleasure, judging from the way her hand dove into my hair to hold me against her.
My jeans were too tight for me to comfortably be this hard, so I eased her backward onto the sleeping bag and stood.
She watched me shuck my jeans, and then with her gaze locked on mine and a small smile hovering on her lips, she slowly flipped open the fly of her own and wiggled her pants and underwear down her hips and kicked them aside.
Fuck, she was pretty. I could have looked at her all night.
“Get down here before I freeze to death,” she ordered.
I couldn’t let that happen. I lowered myself to my side next to her and pulled the blanket over us.
I couldn’t stop touching her. So many fucking curves.
Her shoulder, her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flair of her hips.
Her skin was so smooth, so soft, that I stroked her again and again like she was a cat.
“Jeremiah,” she purred. She nipped at my earlobe, then wiggled closer. With a little smirk, she playfully walked her fingers over my side and then pressed her palm to my spine. “Come here.”
“Where?” I nuzzled her neck.
She parted her legs and put pressure on my spine. “Here.”
With a laugh, I rolled on top of her, settling my hips between her thighs.
And then I stopped breathing. My cock was nestled along the slick channel between her legs, so hard I could feel it throbbing between us. I couldn’t help but grind myself harder against her, just to ease the ache.
“Oh, fuck.” The word gusted from her lips. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come before you get inside me.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing. I don’t think I’m going to last very long.”
She laughed, pushing my hair back from my forehead. “Then we’ll do it again. We have all night.”
Gritting my teeth, I rested my weight on my elbows and peered down at her.
I was shaking with need, my skin damp with sweat despite the cool air.
Always shaking with this woman. Back when my job meant facing death regularly, my hands had been steady as a rock.
Lennon knocked me off balance and shook me to my core.
I needed to be inside her. But the ground was hard beneath the sleeping bag, and I had to know she was comfortable while I could still form a coherent thought. “Is this okay for you? Do you need—”
“I need you.” She arched up and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Please, Jeremiah.”
I sighed with relief and pushed my hips back until the aching tip of my dick notched against her warm, wet opening. The earth stopped moving. The forest held its breath. My heart threatened to pound right out of my chest.
“Lennon,” I whispered, my gaze desperately searching hers.
Her lips curved. “Jeremiah.”
Her fingers danced down my spine to the curve of my ass. She pressed the heel of her palm there, urging me to move. I pushed in, her body yielded, and a ravaged groan tore from my throat.
I pushed in deeper until her pussy restricted and her breath stuttered.
I pulled back, and fuck, that felt every bit as good, but my body wouldn’t let me savor it before it demanded I thrust in again.
Harder, deeper, more. The urgency to be inside her was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
It was primal and desperate. A gun to my head couldn’t have stopped me now.
And then she made a sound that wasn’t entirely pleasure and I froze in place, my stomach dropping into a black hole. Fuck, had I hurt her? “Lennon?”
“You’re so big. Hang on a second.”
She huffed as she shifted her hips, widening her legs and changing the angle just a little. Suddenly everything felt even better.
I sank the rest of the way home with a deep groan. “Oh, fuck, honey.”
“Mmm,” she agreed. “Just like that. I love being stuffed full of your cock.”
My dick jumped eagerly at her words and I gasped. “Don’t say shit like that. I’ll spill.”
“Oh, yeah?” A devilish smirk tilted her lips. “Your cock—”
I clapped a hand over her mouth, but that was a mistake. She sucked my middle and index finger between her lips and fucked my fingers with her tongue. I felt it everywhere. My fingers, my dick, the base of my spine.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
With her eyes on mine, she slowly slid my fingers from her mouth. “You can’t die now. I haven’t come yet.”
Her slick walls clenched around me and I squeezed my eyes shut and held perfectly still, gritting my teeth. Tight. She was so fucking tight. Heat licked up my skin. Not yet, not yet. Fuck. Not yet. When I had myself under control, I opened my eyes.
“Tell me how.”
“I need pressure here.” She canted her hips as she spoke, rubbing her pussy against me. “Push up when you thrust—yes.” She hissed a breath. “Oh, god, yes. Like that.”
I did it again, my gaze locked on her face, riveted by the pleasure I saw there.
Again, and she whimpered. Again, and again, and again, until her nails dug into my back and her teeth bit down on my shoulder.
Her pussy convulsed around me and my balls drew tight.
She whispered my name and it reverberated like a thunderclap inside me.
I pounded into her until I came hard enough to see stars. For one blinding moment, I felt shattered, a million pieces of me scattered to the universe.
But there was her hand trailing my spine. There was her smell. There was her voice, murmuring my name. I wasn’t scattered to the universe. I was hers. Always hers.
“I love you, Lennon.”