My Life for Yours (7 page)

“I seriously can’t stop looking at you, Darling. You’re so bright and full of light and all I want to do is keep holding you.”

“Jeremy, you need to calm the sensitivity down a little. I’m not like other women; I don’t need the confirmation or the security of a strong man to feel complete. I very much like who I am.”

Jeremy pulls me even closer to him, his body perfectly aligned with mine. He turns me, so my back’s to his front and he wraps his arms around the front of me essentially pulling me right into him and his very stiff cock.

“I’m not telling you because I think you need to hear it, I’m telling you because if the words don’t leave me, I’m afraid you’ll think I don’t want you.”

“I don’t need you to need me, Jeremy.” I close my eyes and lean my head back against his shoulder.

“I know, but I think I need
you
.” His lips start kissing up my shoulder towards my neck. People are around us dancing to the music the band is playing, Jeremy and I are moving to our own sensual beat. “Can I take you home please?”

My arm snakes up behind Jeremy’s head and I lean right back grinding into him. “Well, Senator, I think it’s time we leave.” He continues his ardent exploration of my neck and shoulder. The heat from his tongue’s scorching, the slow movement and gentle touches are torturous but the thing driving me totally insane is his aroma. Whiskey mixed with a hint of cedar from the aftershave he’s wearing; my hands drop to Jeremy’s hips and examine the curve of his legs. Jeremy’s hands caress my breast and my stomach as he continues to inspect, lick, suck and kiss. My eyes remain closed and I’ve managed to block out all the sounds that are native to this room.

“Mmmm, that feels good, Baby, don’t stop.” I moan.

“You like that, Darling?” His hands move with a softness and gentleness that’s making me crave more. “Let’s go.”

All my senses are stimulated and thrilled that Jeremy will be able to remedy our first bad encounter, the nerve endings in my wet slit are begging for attention, my skin’s longing for Jeremy’s touch and my blood boils with a heat that wants to erupt with pleasure.
 

The limo’s waiting for us and my security follows closely behind. Inside the car Jeremy starts to move closer to me.

“I’m craving your mouth,” Jeremy’s body moves in to blanket me but with a hand on his chest I silently push him away. “Why?” He asks.

“The more you want me, the harder you’ll work for it,” I put distance between us and Jeremy tries to hold my hand.

“Uh huh.” I shake my head.

“Frankie, you’re driving me to the point of no return.”

I reach up and start taking the few clips out of my hair. Once they’re all out I close my eyes and move my head so my hair falls loose, Jeremy moans and grabs my wrist tightly. He pulls me over to him and smashes our mouths together. Both his hands weave into my hair as he pulls me closer and his tongue dominates my mouth.
 

Pulling away I sit back in my seat “Not until we get back to your house and besides, I’m a little parched.”

“You taste fairly wet to me.”

“You haven’t tasted all of me yet.”

“Sit back.” His voice changes into a rough sexy low tone. He orders and I comply.

I sit back in the seat and Jeremy kneels before me in the limo. He extends my leg in front of him and picks it up by the ankle. Without breaking eye contact he ducks his head down, in an agonizingly slow tempo he licks a line from my ankle to my knee. I watch as his lips don’t meet my skin, only his tongue has the honour of contact. Once he reaches my knee, he bares his teeth and starts biting and nibbling around the kneecap. My senses respond with a heat that bubbles away at the area that’s being grazed. My moans become louder as Jeremy continues his ascent to the top of my thigh. I’m squirming in the seat, just trying to find an angle where the nerves can find a little relief.

“Stop moving.” He whispers against my leg as his tongue maintains the path to my own euphoria. “Open your legs for me,” his commanding voice is causing more moisture to gather inside my panties. “I need my tongue spearing inside your pussy; I want my nose so deep in your folds that all I’ll be able to smell for the next week is you. So ride my face, Darling, I want you to grind so hard you'll be scared you've broken me and then I want you to grind harder.”

“Stop talking, Jeremy. Get your tongue inside me.” Breathlessly I whisper.

“Mmmm.” He reaches up and slips my panties off “You don’t need these anymore.” He kneels in front of me and my legs fall open to allow him direct access to my pulsating nub that’s throbbing.

He leans down and skims his nose across my bare mound, “Mmmm, Baby I can smell you and damn you’re mouth-watering.” I scoot down in my seat and somehow open my legs wider. “You don’t have to open up any more for me, Darling because I’ll be bringing your legs over my shoulders right about….now,” he drags my legs to sit nicely over his shoulders and grips my hips moving me down. “I want you to ride my face, and don’t hold back. Lock your ankles together; I want to be consumed by you.”

Fuck, his words and his actions are sending blistering electrical currents exploding through my body. I feel his tongue lick my clit, slowly and meticulously as he laps up and then down. Up and down, up and down. He doesn’t speed up, he’s slowly teasing me.

Inside me a bubble’s enlarging, starting in the pit of my stomach and gradually touching every interior wall I have. Jeremy’s tongue nudges me closer to an orgasm, I sit up slightly and roughly grab his head, pulling him further into me, telling him silently that I want more. A low grumble from Jeremy vibrates through my slit all the way up to my heart where it flutters and dances like nightingales happily singing together. Jeremy’s tongue slips inside me and he curls his tongue up as he fucks me with his mouth. He repeats it, but this time he buries his tongue further into me. My head lolls back onto the seat and Jeremy’s nibbling at my lips like a man who’s been denied his sustenance and his water.
 

“Your pussy’s calling me, it belongs to me. Keep grinding, Darling.” My hips are swivelling and rotating getting the perfect position, so his mouth and tongue hit the spot I need most attention paid to. “Mmmm, that’s it, Baby.” His words send a quiver all the way down to my toes as I keep thrusting harder onto his face. Behind my eyes, white electricity fireworks. I grab onto his head with both hands and drive him further into me, holding him tightly against my heated mound as I fuck him, hard. “Yes,” he growls while licking every last drop that I produce.

“Ohhh fuck, Jeremy.” I shiver as I come and then I let go of his head, letting my thighs relax and I collapse back in the chair. Jeremy doesn’t stop though, his tongue continues licking me deep and hard. More heat ripples my slit, it’s sensitive and pulsates with a longing for more.

“Darling that was sensational,” He leans up on his heels and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know, I think I’d like to do that to you every day. You’re sweet and so damn tasty.”

“How are you feeling?” I look down to his bulge that’s tenting his pants as he takes his seat next to me.
 

“I can wait until we get inside, c’mon, Frankie.”

I didn’t realise the car had stopped moving. I look outside and we’re at Jeremy’s house, well I assume it’s his house. He opens the back door of the limo and extends his hand to me. This time I take it because my knees are a little weak from that mind blowing orgasm I’m still coming down from. Jeremy steps in behind me, he skews his hands onto my stomach, and gently he runs them down towards my hips. Pulling me back into him, my head collapses onto his shoulder. God he feels good. God I want more.

“I’ve licked you and loved every second; when we go inside I want to fuck you. I’m going to handcuff you to my bed, I’m going to spread those beautiful legs of yours wide open and I’m going to fuck you hard. When you beg me to stop, I’ll keep fucking you and when I’ve had enough, we’re going to have a shower where you’ll get down on your knees and fuck me with your mouth.”

The tingling hasn’t had a moment to rest, it starts coursing through my veins ready and waiting for my next release.
Yes please
,
Senator.

“Tonight you’ll do what I want. Tonight your mine and everything I want, you’re going to do. But I’m giving you the chance to walk away. I’m going to let go of you, Frankie and I’m going to go inside. If you want this as much as I want you, go upstairs, third room on the left, strip down and lay on the bed. I want your legs open and I want you ready for me. I want that pretty pink pussy of yours glistening from the moment I walk in. If you’re not there by the time I get to my room, I’ll let you go, Darling,” he stops for a second. “But I fucking hope you come to me.” Jeremy steps away and doesn’t look back, I steady myself against the limo.

Can I relinquish my power to him? Even if it’s for one night, is it possible to put Frankie DeLuca aside?

For a night of no holds explosive and raw sex?

Hell yeah.

Chapter 11

By the time my legs stop jellifying and turn back into the human anatomy, I think I’ve been out here for a good ten minutes. I walk up to the huge wooden front door and push it open; there’re stairs in front of me that lead up to the room of pleasure. The lights are off but the huge windows let in the shine of the moon just enough for me to take in my surroundings and safely climb the steps. I go to the third room on left and push open the door. There’s a small night light on the bedside table, the bed’s large with a slatted wooden headboard, forest green sheets, a chair near the window and two doors opposite. I assume one for a bathroom and one for a walk in closet. The room’s spacious, dark and cool. Very cool, matter of fact it’s freezing in here. My skin breaks out in goose bumps from head to toe. I take my dress off and my shoes. My panties are somewhere in the limo and it was impossible to wear a bra with this dress. The Hollywood tape’s now gone, rolled into a ball and shoved in my clutch. I lie on the bed and open my legs, waiting for Jeremy to take control for the night.

I wait.

And wait.

I hear Jeremy on the other side of the door. He clears his throat and I adjust in anticipation of him entering the room and seeing me spread wide, ready to accept him. My heart skips a beat and I bite down on my lip with excitement, I can feel my slit growing wetter as I imagine him opening the door.
 

But he doesn’t, he leaves because I hear his shoes meet the floor boards outside the room, the sound grows smaller and smaller until he’s gone.

The room temperature changes or maybe it’s me, but the cold air shifts into a comfortable warmth while I’m still spread out on the bed and am patiently waiting.

And waiting.

I’m not sure how long I’m lying here, I hear the floor boards creak on the other side of the door. A small trickle runs towards my arse, the expectation is sending me crazy. The door handle turns and Jeremy silently steps into the room. He’s dressed in just a pair of black sleep pants, his chest naked showing me the fine tattoo and his nipple piercing.
I just want to lick him.

“You look gorgeous waiting for me,” He stands at the end of the bed, his eyes travel up and down my body, taking me in. Jeremy not touching me is sending me wild, I want to jump up and run to him, throw him to the floor and ride him with extreme force. His eyes go to my slit and the smile on his lips is the same smile in his eyes. “You’re glistening, all for me.” Shit, I try to manoeuvre on the bed to get a little relief. “Don’t fucking move, Darling. I just want to memorise everything about your sinful body.” Damn it Jeremy, stop fucking talking and just fuck me, or lick me, just make me come. That’s what I want to scream out, that’s what I want to yell but I just remain quiet and still, waiting for the moment his hands and mouth explore my body.

Slowly Jeremy saunters over to the bed and sits next to me. He brings his hand up to my face and is just about to touch me, it hovers only millimetres away, I can feel the heat from his hand without him touching me, I want, no I need to move a little so I can have that heat on me, but I don’t, again I lie still and wait for him to tell me what he wants. I close my eyes absorbing the feeling of having him so close to me, close enough to touch, close enough to make me moan. The feeling of warmth starts to slide down my body, but his hand is still to make contact. He gets to my breasts and my nipples are so hard and desperately want his mouth on them, but again he doesn’t touch me. The warmth travels and goes to my stomach, it’s sending me fucking insane. Heat slides painfully slow down my legs, he doesn’t touch me though and he’s damn well teasing me.
 

“Mmmm, Darling it seems you’re expecting me to touch you. I can see your pretty cunt waiting for me.”

“Ohhhh,” I groan with my eyes still shut.

The sensation is electric, he’s not touched me, he’s not caressed me, he’s barely spoken, but I’m almost ready to come again. The bed dips and Jeremy sucks my ear lobe into his mouth, his tongue flicks it and his teeth bite down with just enough force to cross over towards pleasurable pain.

“I’d like to play with your body, Frankie. But if you want me to stop, tell me now, because once I start, I’ll keep going until you collapse.”

Fuck. Me.

I remain still and say nothing to him.

“I’ll take that as an admission of wanting pleasure. But I’m giving you one last chance to back away.”

Again, my eyes are closed and I remain perfectly still and quiet.

“First I want you to touch yourself. Show me how you move your fingers in and out of your tempting pussy, show me how you make yourself come.”

A flame spreads throughout my entire body, the effect of his words making me crave more. I bring my hand to tweak my nipples, twisting them and pulling them.

“I said your pussy, not those fantastic tits.”

I open my eyes and see Jeremy’s sitting back in the chair beside the window. I didn’t even feel him leave. His leg casually crossed over on his other knee; he’s leaning back into the chair and has one arm propped up on the edge with his fingers brushing his chin.