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“Perfect,” he
said as looked at her.  His look was so intense, her stomach
flipped.  While staring at her, he removed his pants and boxer briefs in
one movement.  Her eyes moved from his chiseled chest to his penis. 

Holy shit. 
God, he was very big, and very hard.  She wanted to feel him moving inside
her, but she had doubts that he was going to fit.

He must’ve seen
her uncertainty, and smiled his sexy half smile.  “It’ll fit, Ry.”

He made sure she
was returning his look, and began licking his lips, her juices still on his
mouth.  “You taste so rich and creamy.”  Pause.  “But there are
other places I want to taste.”

He reached the
nightstand, and opened the champagne.  With the open bottle, he returned
to her, stepped between her legs, at the edge of the bed, and held it over her
breasts.  He slowly poured champagne into his cupped hand, then dribbled
drops of it onto her breasts and nipples.

The coldness and
fizz of the liquid created a sharp tingle on her skin from the carbonation,
then a heat began to pulse on her nipples.  Jeremy placed the bottle back on
the nightstand, and helped push her up onto the bed, climbing between her
legs. 

Keeping his
weight on his arms, he leaned down and grabbed one nipple between his lips and
pulled it up, before putting it in his mouth and sucking off the champagne.

“Mmm. 
Champagne and strawberries.”

He repeated the
same treatment to her other nipple, then slowly licked her stomach and chest,
lapping up all of the fizzy champagne. 

“God, Jeremy,”
she breathed, squirming again on the bed. 

He chuckled,
then nibbled at her lips.  “I’m not done with you yet, baby.  Not
even close.”

She fisted her
hands in his hair and drew him down for a kiss.  She was on the verge of
desperation.  She needed him to fill her.  She needed it
now
. 
“Please, Jeremy, just get inside me already!” she gasped. 

He chuckled at
her demand and reached back to the nightstand, grabbing a condom.  When he
turned back to her, the wrapped condom was dangling between his teeth.  He
fisted his cock, and stroked it, while tearing the condom wrapper with his
other fingers and his teeth…all while his intense green eyes continued to
gobble her up.

He rolled the
condom on, then crawled back onto the bed between her legs.  He wrapped
his arms up underneath her back and shoulders, so his hands cradled her head,
and the full weight of her was on his arms.  His chest rested lightly on
her breasts, the hair teasing at her nipples. 

God, he felt so
good.  Smelled so good.  She was inundated with feelings, so spent,
and she knew her emotions were close to the surface.  She was trying her
hardest to hold onto them.  She was drenched for him, wetter than she had
ever been before sex, and so ready, awash with anticipation.  Sated, but
wanting more.  Her hands began to stroke his back, her nails lightly
scratching him.

He moaned at the
sensation, and kneeled between her legs, using his knees to spread her thighs
to lift and rest hers upon his own. 

“Pull your knees
back farther, baby.”  She did, and he was able to move his knees up on the
bed even more, so that her hips and butt were now elevated off the bed, and
resting primarily on his thighs.  Her knees were spread wide. 

Then, he began
to massage her scalp. 

She was melting
like butter, sighing at the pleasure of his fingers kneading her scalp. 
Slowly, he kissed her.  Sweetly.  Tenderly.  Always
nibbling.  His tongue softly licking in her mouth. 

She could feel
herself relaxing, drifting, and then she felt him begin to slide into
her.  She breathed deeply, while he stretched her.

“Baby,” he said
through gritted teeth, “you feel so fucking
good
...God, you’re so
tight.”

That made a new
rush of wetness come, allowing him to slip all the way in to the hilt.  It
was a snug fit, and she could feel her overly sensitized inner walls screaming
as he moved.   He continued to rub her scalp. 

She moaned, her
eyes rolling back into her head.  His jaw was clenched.

“God,
Ryann.  You’re so tight.  Fuck.”  He began to slowly slide back
out, then back in.  Out.  In.  Out.  In.  Each time he
slid back in, he ground his pelvic bone into her clit. With her hips raised up
at the angle they were, the backs of her thighs on his, and her knees spread
wide, the feeling was mind blowing.

She knew she
wouldn’t be able to come again, but God, did he feel good.  Other than the
night before, she had never come twice in one night, and especially not during
sex.  Whenever she had been with Brent, she could come during manual or
oral stimulation before or after sex, but for some reason she could never
climax during.

But as he
dragged his cock in and out of her, grinding into her clit each time, all while
kissing her and massaging her scalp, she was a mass of quivering nerves, unable
to think.

He looked her in
the eyes, then dropped his forehead to hers, sliding in again.  “You feel
incredible,” he groaned.

Then out, then
in.  “So wet.”

Out. 
In.  “Tight and hot.”

Out. 
In. 
“Fuck.” 
His jaw was clenched, and his hips began to pick
up speed.  Every time he slid back in, he continued his grind.

Her breath
caught every time he did it, and she couldn’t believe that she was feeling that
pull once more, building again.  Their moans mingled with each other,
until he was finally pounding into her, holding her firmly in his arms, his
hands still cradling her head, his teeth at her neck, nibbling and sucking.

She was gasping
out moans, gripping her arms around his neck, sobs escaping, tears streaming
from her eyes. 

Jeremy could
hold back no longer. 

“Ryann…
God!”  He was riding her so fast and hard, she thought she would break in
two, but not before one more climax hit her, sharp and intense, completely
taking her by surprise.

She let out his name
in a low, long scream, climaxing and convulsing on his cock, squeezing
him.  He let out a triumphant yell, his teeth clenched together, and
exploded into her.

Several seconds
later, they were both panting as if they’d just run a marathon. 

The only thing
that was out of place, were the quiet tears leaking from Ryann’s eyes.

She was
mortified that she couldn’t seem to stop the tears from flowing...sliding down
her face, dripping into her ears, her hair, and still she couldn’t stop.

She moved her
hands from his back, and tried to swipe at her tears, frustrated with herself,
but Jeremy wouldn’t allow it.  He simply took both of her arms, placed
them above her head, and rested his hands on her upper arms, pinning her there.

Still buried
inside her, he looked at her with concern, and began kissing away her
tears. 

That just made
her cry even more.

“I’m so sorry,”
she mumbled.  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 

“Shh, I’m the
one who’s sorry,” he said, swallowing.  “God, Ryann.  Please tell me
I didn’t hurt you.”

She blinked at
him in confusion, then a giggle began to form in her chest, working its way up
her throat, and bursting out of her mouth.

He stilled and
looked at her.  “What...?” he asked with a frown.

Now she was
laughing, and let out a huge sigh, the tears finally under control. 
“Jeremy, you didn’t hurt me at
all
.  You were...it was...” 
Her smile turned into a shaky sigh.  God, she needed to get a grip.

His frown turned
into a tender smile, but his eyes were still confused.  “What’s the
matter?  Tell me why you were crying,” he demanded in a soft tone, as he
kissed her cheek below her eyes.

She became
quiet, took a cleansing sigh, and got her emotions in check.  Jeremy
sweetly kissed her eyes and cheeks, drying her tears, stroking her hair.

When she could
finally look him in the eye, he kissed her softly, then leaned back allowing
her speak.

She looked away,
and muttered, “I can’t believe I just cried all over you, as a thanks for the
best sex I’ve ever had.”  He grew quiet...still...then a moment later,
nuzzled her neck and mouth.  She continued, her voice hesitant, “Was I-?
Was it-?”

“Ryann, look at
me.”  He waited until she did.  “Baby, I think it’s safe to say, that
was spectacular for both of us.  What we just did was...fucking
amazing.  It was
great
for me, even better than my fantasies. 
And let me tell you, my fantasies where you play a starring role are pretty
fucking hot.”  He put his mouth at her ear.  “You’re so tight,
baby.  And so warm and wet... you feel so
good.
”  He groaned,
and she could feel him getting hard again.  “I need to get rid of this
condom.”  He kissed her sweetly, then slowly eased out of her, and grabbed
her face.  “Don’t move.  I’ll be right back.” 

She watched his
beautiful form, and gorgeous ass, walk into the bathroom, and sighed. 
What the hell was wrong with her?  Telling him that he was the best sex
she’d ever had?  

God, what must
he think of her?  But she couldn’t help it.  He was completely
overwhelming her in every way.  His skill in the bedroom surpassed
Brent’s.  But what could she expect?  Brent was a babe compared to
Jeremy.  Jeremy had made her feel desired, sexy, aroused beyond
belief...and cherished.  She knew it was ridiculous to think that Jeremy
thought of her that way.  They barely knew each other.  And she knew
he was experienced.  If he was this good with every woman he’d been with,
it was a miracle they weren’t all lined up outside his door.

She knew she was
just another woman he found attractive.  But he was so sensual.  Sex
with him was a multi sensory experience. 

Every sense was
engaged, his touch on her skin, his taste in her mouth, his gorgeous looks, the
sounds of his words… God, his words.  She’d never been talked to in such a
way.  It was so dirty and raw…and honest.  It added to her already
aroused state, and contributed to her being completely uninhibited.

Which is what
triggered the tears... the unexpected orgasm.

Holy shit. 
It completely snuck up on her, and considering she had never had one during sex
before, it just made the whole experience with him that much more out of this
world.  She couldn’t believe the feeling.  She wanted him to take her
again and again. 

She saw him
coming back with a washcloth, and realized she hadn’t moved.  She was
still laying there naked as the day she was born, her legs open.  She
scrambled up to her butt, grabbing at blankets to cover herself.  

“No.  Stay
where you are.”  He got there just in time to pull the blankets from her
hands and put his hand on her chest, gently pushing her down onto her
back.  Then he straddled her legs.

She swallowed.

He looked at
her, his eyes heavy lidded, not saying a word.  He just took the warm
washcloth, and ran it over her chest, her breasts and nipples, down her
stomach.  Then, still watching her face, he slowly cleaned her sex,
stroking her with the cloth.

She squirmed and
tried not to moan.  This guy was going to be the death of her.  She
was sure of it.

He leaned down
and kissed her softly, lightly sucking on her bottom lip.  “Do you need to
use the bathroom?”

“Umm. 
Yeah, actually, I do.”  He got up, threw the towel in the hamper in the
corner, and helped her up from the bed, lightly smacked her ass and gave her a
wink.

“I’m gonna get
us some water.  I’ll be right back.”

“Ok,” she said,
and quickly went into the bathroom.  After she used the toilet, she washed
her hands at the sink and looked at herself in the mirror.  She definitely
looked well fucked.  Her hair was a mess, her lips full from his nibbles and
kisses.  He liked to nibble.  She blushed.  She liked it when he
took light bites.  And her body had a rosy glow. 

Yup. 
Definitely well fucked.

A tap sounded at
the door.

“You okay in
there?”

“Yeah,” she said
through the door, then cleared her throat.  “I’ll be right out.”

She heard him
walk away from the door, then she turned the faucet back on to put some water
on her face.  After, she took a deep breath. 

She looked
around for a bathrobe, but didn’t see one.  Figures.  He probably
walked around naked all of the time.  She couldn’t walk out in a
towel.  She would look ridiculous, but she suddenly felt shy walking out
naked. 

Geez, this guy
probably thought she was the most naïve, inexperienced 27 year old in the
tri-state area.  First she cries after sex, then she can’t even walk out
of the bathroom without covering herself.  Get a grip, Ryann.

She threw her
shoulders back and walked out of the bathroom.

He turned from
placing the tray of drinks on the nightstand, and stood frozen as she appeared
in the bathroom doorway.

And just like
that, she was nervous again.  He stood so gloriously naked, so gorgeous,
his hair sticking up, his tall beautiful body so perfectly made, his penis
growing by the second. 

She stopped
walking, fixated on him, then covering her breasts and beginning to
fidget.  She cleared her throat.  “I need a… Do you have a… I need a
shirt or something.  Do you mind if I borrow one?” she asked shyly.

He began
stalking toward her, then stopped in front of her.  Taking her hands and
moving her arms to her sides, he said, “Yes, I do mind if you borrow one. 
I much prefer you like this.”

Blushing, she
stuttered, “Jeremy…”

He smiled
lecherously, and took one finger and stroked from her lips, down her neck,
between her breasts, then around her nipple, until he finally ended his
finger’s journey on her hip bone. 

Her breathing
picked up.  He took his finger and raised her chin so her eyes met
his.  “There’s no reason to put one on, because you won’t be wearing it
for long.”

He stroked his
hand up under her hair, and gripped it gently but firmly, then began kissing
her face, her lips, making his way down to her neck.  Then he settled his
lips on the flesh where her neck and shoulder met, and took a soft bite. 
“You taste so good.”

He took her hand
and led her to the bed, offering her some water.

“Thank you,” she
whispered.  She took a few gulps, then put it down.  He was looking
as if he wanted to take a few gulps of
her
.

He was now fully
erect.  He sat on the bed, with his back against the headboard, then
reached his hand out.  “Come here.  Straddle me.”

She did as he
asked, and he helped to position her on his lap.  She could feel his
hardness as she settled on him.  His cock was nestled between the slick
folds of her sex, and she unconsciously stroked herself along its length. 
She couldn’t resist...he was so smooth.

The color was
riding high on his cheekbones, and he reached his arms around her waist until
she was flat against his hard chest.  His fingers were playing up and down
her spine and she arched against them. 

When she did so,
he leaned forward and kissed between her breasts, and reached a hand up to play
with one of her nipples.

She let out a
garbled sound, and he began sucking on the other one.

“Your nipples
are such a sweet pink color.”  He suckled some more, letting his teeth
graze lightly along the tightened bud.  “They taste sweet, too.”

She let out a
sound when his teeth touched her.  God, this man used every part of his mouth
when it came to sex, and she
loved
it.

“You like it
when I bite, Ryann?  A little pain can intensify the feelings,” he
whispered.

“Ah,” she
responded as he sucked hard.  “Yes...”

“Tell me what
you like, baby,” as he moved to the other nipple and bit down lightly on the
bud.

“That,” she
gasped softly.  “I like that.”

“Let’s see what
else you like.”  He reached over to the nightstand to presumably get
another condom.

She reached out her
hand, and stopped him.  He looked at her questioningly.

“I’m on the
pill.” 

He sat there and
blinked, and she almost giggled because he looked like someone had hit him over
the head with a two by four.

“You are?”

She
nodded.  “It helps to regulate my period, so I never stopped taking it
after Brent died.  Do you want to - ?  I mean, are you - ?”  She
wasn’t sure how to ask the question she wanted to ask.

He kissed her
softly on the mouth, and then cupped her face while he looked in her
eyes.  “I’m healthy.  I get tested a couple of times a year.” 
Pause.  “Are you saying...you don’t want to use a condom?”

“If you say
you’re healthy, then I trust you,” she whispered.

He groaned and
wrapped his arms tightly around her bringing her close, and kissing her aggressively
on the mouth.  “God, I didn’t think I could get any harder tonight, but I
just did.”

While he kissed
her mouth, his arms came down to her hips, and lifted her so he could position
himself at her opening.  He rubbed himself in her creaminess, and said,
“Ryann, I have to get inside you.  Right now.”

She put her
hands on his shoulders, and he slowly lowered her onto his cock.  The
sensation was incredible.  He was so big that she felt stretched beyond
belief, and completely filled.  But the fact that they were skin against
skin was wonderful.

Her head fell
back and her eyes closed.  His hands were on her ass, while he adjusted
himself inside her, and then lifted his hips to grind into her while pushing
her down on him even further.  His forehead dropped onto hers.

“I want this to
last for you, baby, but you feel so fucking good right now, I don’t know how
long I’m going to make it.”

She let out a
breathy laugh.  “I think I’d like to see you a little out of control,” she
said in a husky tone.  Then she began to move.  He moaned and grabbed
her ass to still her.

“Hold still,” he
said through gritted teeth.

She whispered,
“But I want to move.  I need to move, Jeremy,” continuing to tease him
while she ground her hips on him, allowing his stomach hair and pubic bone to
rub against her clit.  She was becoming bolder, greedy for the completion
that she knew was right around the corner.

Still gritting
his teeth, he growled, “You wanna move, baby?  Is that what you want?”
then grabbed her ass and began to plunge into her, so that she had to take
every inch of him.  And he didn’t stop.  He just kept pounding into
her, holding her down on his cock, so he was grinding upward, while pulling her
down even further onto him.

She began
grunting little screams, and held onto his shoulders for dear life.  This
was Jeremy out of control, and she loved it.

He wrapped one
hand in her hair and pulled gently but firmly back, exposing her neck to his
mouth.  “You like it when I fuck you hard like this?” he growled.  “I
want to hear you, Ryann.  Tell me you like it when I fuck you like this,”
he said while using his other hand to clasp her ass and guide himself inside
her.

“Yes,” she
gasped.

“Ah,
God
,
Ryann,” he moaned.  “That’s it, baby.”  For a few seconds, all that
was heard were their moans, and the slapping of their bodies.

“I’m close,
baby.  Come with me…come with me,” he groaned.  “I want you to scream
my name… baby. 
Now.
”

He reached down
to where their bodies joined, pinched her clit, and she exploded.

She let out a
long keening scream, gasping his name.  And he did the same, while he held
her down on his cock as he ground into her.  He shouted, his teeth
clenched.

Except for
gulping air, she couldn’t move.  Apparently, she was no longer a woman who
couldn’t come during sex, she thought sleepily.  It wasn’t like sex was
ever bad with her and Brent.  She always enjoyed sex.   But
this...this was a
maz
ing. 

They were both
breathing heavily, and after about a minute, he finally looked her in the eye,
and rolled them down onto the bed, with him on top of her nestled between her
legs.