Release (21 page)

In the darkness,
he pulled her so that half of her body was draped over his, her head resting on
his chest.  God, it was hard as a rock.  He was in such good
shape.  She let out a deep sigh.  She couldn’t help but wonder how
many other women had enjoyed this position.

“What are you
thinking about?”

She wasn’t ready
to ask him the question she had been thinking, so instead she said, “It’s been
awhile since I’ve fallen asleep in a man’s arms.”

He snuggled her
closer, but didn’t say anything.

A moment passed,
and he asked, “Did you and Brent have a healthy sex life?”

She looked up at
him in the dark, even though she couldn’t see his expression.  She settled
her head back on his chest.

“It was
healthy.  But it was very comfortable and familiar...and immature. 
Not immature like we bickered like kids or something.  I mean, it was
underdeveloped still.  We were so young.  We barely had enough time
to truly know each other sexually.” 

There was a long
awkward pause, and then he asked another question.  This one was more
telling. 

“Do you still
love him?”

She could almost
hear him holding his breath. 

“I’ll always
love him.” 

He stiffened
under her.  She reached out and ran her fingers along his chest
hair. 

She whispered,
“But I’m not
in
love with him anymore.”  She swallowed loudly,
trying to fight back a surge of emotion that came upon her unexpectedly. 
“I think that’s the first time I’ve said that out loud.”  Pause.  “I
could never have been with you tonight if I’d still been in love with Brent,”
she said quietly.

Jeremy let go of
the breath he had been holding, and put his hand in her scalp, rubbing
it.  She could hear him swallow.  “I’m leaving for Boston tomorrow
until Saturday afternoon.  When I come back, I want to spend the rest of
the weekend with you.  I can take you to work on Monday morning.”

Her heart sank a
little at the fact that he would be gone for the next few days, but it was
probably for the best for her to have some time to think.  She thought
about how he worded his statement and smirked.  “Are you asking me, or
telling me?”

He swallowed
again, and paused.  “Will you?”

“I might have
some work to do,” she said hesitating.  She was making excuses
again. 

“You can do it
here.  It’ll just be for Saturday and Sunday nights.”

She was thrilled
that he wanted to spend time with her.  What would Ayanna tell her to
do?  Play her cards closer to the vest maybe?  Should she?

“I was going to
try to paint the apartment this weekend,” she said.

“Why don’t we
spend Saturday night at your place, and I can help.  Then we can come here
on Sunday.”

“You don’t have
to help me paint, Jeremy.”

“I want
to.”  He tightened his arm around her.  “Are you trying to get rid of
me already, Ryann?  You just wanted to have your dirty way with me, and
now you’re done?” he teased.

She slapped at
his chest.  “Actually, I think
you
had your dirty way with
me
.”

He reached his
hand down her back and squeezed her ass.  “That’s not the way I remember
it.  I remember a sex kitten begging me to fuck her harder.”

“Jeremy...” she
growled in an exasperated tone.

He flipped her
quickly until he was on top of her.  He nipped at her bottom lip. 
“Say you’ll spend the weekend with me, or you won’t be going to sleep any time
soon.”

“You’re not
playing fair,” she said as he continued to nibble and suck on her lower lip.

“All you have to
do is say yes, Ryann.  It’s very simple.”  He began plucking at her
lips.  “I love your fucking mouth,” he murmured.

“Ok, yes
already!” she laughed.  “Now let me get some sleep.”

“Ok.  You
go ahead and go to sleep.  I’ll just keep doing this.”  He continued
to kiss her, and she could feel herself slipping under his spell.

“Jeremy,” she
whined weakly.

“What
baby?  Tell me what you need,” he said in between kisses.

She
chuckled.  “I need to sleep!”

“I’ll let you
have a two hour nap, then I can’t be held responsible for what I might do.”

He rolled them
back to their original positions, and put his hand in her hair again, stroking
it away from her face.  “Do you want to watch TV or something?  More
to eat?” 

“No.  I’m
perfectly content just like this.”  She sighed deeply.

“Go to sleep,
baby.” 

She was asleep
within minutes.

She was lying on
her back, her arms raised above her head, bound to the bed, with Jeremy
kneeling between her knees, her legs spread wide.  In his hands, he had a
jar of warm chocolate fudge. 

With intensity
in his eyes, he dipped the spoon into the jar, and began to drizzle it all over
her body, paying special attention to her nipples, the inner flesh of her
elbows, her belly button, her inner thighs, and finally her clit.

It was so warm,
and she squirmed, knowing what he was about to do.

“You can squirm all
you want, Ryann, but you’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly with a gleam
in his eye, and a satisfied smile on his lips. 

He started
lapping up the chocolate at her inner arms.  She never knew that she was
so sensitive there.  Then he moved to the first nipple, licking and
sucking, then to the next.  And so it continued while he crawled down her
body, her moans and gasps getting louder and louder.  She was in a
whirlpool of desire, the current sucking her in deeper and deeper.

Finally, she
felt his tongue on her pussy, him humming and licking, as he got closer to the
nub.  Just as his tongue began its journey to her clit, she began to pull
against the restraints. 

Her eyes opened,
as she jolted awake, only moments from coming.  She was disoriented at
first, trying to remember where she was, when she looked down to find Jeremy
between her legs looking up at her.

“Good morning,”
his glittering eyes looking into hers.  He made a humming sound, nibbling
at the crease between her thigh and the part of her body which was screaming
for his mouth to possess it.  He was restraining her wrists to the bed
with his hands, down by her hips, her legs spread by his arms and shoulders,
holding her down.

Then he took her
nub, that swollen bundle of nerves between his lips and began suckling it,
gently, nipping with his teeth.

And as if still
dreaming, she floated higher and higher, until finally, slow waves of pleasure
crashed over her, and she exploded, moaning Jeremy’s name.

…..

He slowly
crawled back up her body, and rested himself on top of her, keeping most of his
weight on his arms.  “Hi,” he murmured with a sexy smile.

“Hi,” she said
drowsily, her face completely red.

“Did you sleep
well?” he said stroking her hair.

She nodded.

“Me, too… You’re
blushing.  I think one of my new goals in life will be to make you blush
as much as possible…because you’re so adorable.”  He smiled.  
“Well, that, and stealing all of your panties, so you never wear them again.”

She rolled her
eyes, then smiled.  “You’re incorrigible.”

“Ooh.  Good
word.  Yes, I’m definitely incorrigible,” he said kissing her neck.

While he kissed
her, she thought back to their previous conversations...about her mouth. 

“Jeremy?”

“Hmm?”

She needed to
just say it, before she lost her nerve.  “I want to… can you get on your
back?”

His head popped
up from her neck, his eyebrows raised.  “You want me on my back?” he asked
huskily.

She nodded, bit
her lip, and averted her eyes.

He did as she
asked, then she kneeled beside him.  She looked at his eyes, then looked
down at his penis, which was getting more erect every moment she continued
looking at it.  She reached out and fisted it, moving it up and down,
testing its texture…smooth velvety skin over steel.

Jeremy
hissed.  “Baby.”

Without waiting
any longer, she leaned down, holding her hair out of the way, and put her lips
around the smooth bulb of the tip, swirling her tongue on it, sucking
gently.  His hand went to her hair, fisting it, and letting out a low
moan. 

She began taking
more and more into her mouth until she felt him hit the back of her throat.

“Ryann,” he said
through gritted teeth, watching from above.  “You’re mouth is so. Fucking.
Hot,” he groaned.

She continued
sucking him, slowly massaging his balls, and could hear him moaning louder, his
grasp in her hair getting firmer as she sensed his control slipping.

“Ryann, I’m
really close. 
Baby.
” 

She continued to
suck, and could feel him straining, pumping his hips up.  She continued
her ministrations, sucking for all she was worth, and a moment later, she felt
him yell through gritted teeth just before bursting into her mouth.  She
swallowed it all, every last drop, and continued lapping at the tip, catching
it all, while his over sensitized penis jumped as she did so.

He took her
head, his hand still in her hair, and dragged her up his body to his mouth,
where he kissed her hard on the lips, still breathing heavily.  He looked
her in the eyes, his hand in her hair, her body draped on his, and said
huskily, “God.”  He was trying to catch his breath.  “That was…quite
a ‘good morning’… to say the least.”  He continued to kiss her, and then
let her forehead rest on his.  “Thank you,” he finished with a whisper. 

He looked at the
clock on the nightstand, and noticed it was around 5:30am.  He draped her
over his body and kissed the top of her head.  “I would say I’m sorry I
woke you, but I’m not.  I had to taste you.”  He nuzzled his mouth in
her hair, and raised his hand to cradle her head to massage her neck.

“I would say I’m
sorry you woke me too, if I didn’t get such a great present out of it,” she
said, her mouth buried in his chest, running her fingers along his nipple,
watching it harden. 

He hissed, and
stilled her hand, then brought it to his lips.  “Definitely a sex kitten.”

She giggled
lightly.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to get back to sleep.”

“Why don’t we
get up.  We can take a shower, I’ll make you some breakfast.”

“Okay.”

He helped her
off the bed, and led her to the bathroom.  She squeezed her thighs to stop
the evidence of their lovemaking from flowing down her legs. He helped her step
into the large shower, and turned on the faucets.  Once the water was
warm, they stepped under the three shower jets, and moaned with pleasure. 
They spent a couple of minutes cleaning each other. 

She ran her
fingers over his chest, down his stomach, running her fingers over his long,
virile penis.  “I’m sure you know this already, but you are a beautiful
specimen of a man.” 

“Mmm,” he said
while she moved her hands over him.  “Nowhere near as beautiful as you,
gorgeous.”  He let his soapy hands skate over her breasts, stomach, and
between her legs. 

“Are you sore?”

“A little. 
But you won’t hear me complaining,” she winked.

“Ah, there’s
that wink.  And I want that wink only for
me
, by the way,” he said,
playfully swatting her behind.

“Ah!” trying to
dodge his hand. 

He grabbed her,
hugging her, growling and kissing her neck.  She could feel him getting
hard again, and couldn’t believe it.

She looked up at
him wryly, rubbing herself against him, “Is there something you’re not telling
me?  Maybe some syndrome that you have that causes you to never be
satisfied?” she teased.

“It’s your
fault.  And just for the record, we
will
be having shower sex, but
I’ll give you a reprieve for the moment.  I can’t make any promises about
this weekend, though,” he muttered with a smile.

He lathered up
his hands with shampoo, and began washing her hair.  She let out a long
purr and allowed him to massage her scalp, then rinse her hair, followed by the
same with the conditioner.  Once they were both clean, he reached back and
turned off the faucets, stepping outside of the shower grabbing a towel for
both of them.  Once they’d dried, she said, “I need to get my clothes.”

“I’ll get your
bag.”  He kissed her and left, closing the door.

She used the
toilet, and when she was done, he tapped on the door to let her know the bag
was there.  She took the next half hour or so to do her hair which she
left in a ponytail, apply some light makeup, and got dressed.  She chose
to wear more casual, artsy clothes today.  Since she didn’t have to dress
to go out to dinner, she wore a long printed tube skirt, with a nice black tank
top, and black strappy flat sandals. 

She left the
bathroom, and headed down to the state of the art kitchen.  Jeremy was
standing at the stove making something, and the smell of coffee wafted through
the air.  He had on a pair of Levi’s and a black t-shirt.  His hair
was wet from his own shower, and he was still barefoot.  He
looked...yummy.

He turned
around, and stopped when he saw her.  He shut off the gas and removed the
eggs from the burner then turned back to her.

Without saying a
word, he walked over to her, grabbed her with one arm around the waist, and
wound his other hand around her ponytail.  He pulled it back so she was
looking up at him.  “You look like a college student,” he said.  Then
he kissed her.  And kissed her.  And she stopped thinking.

He was
incredible with his mouth.  When he came up for air, she said without even
thinking, “I love the way you kiss me,” she murmured.  When she realized
what she had said, she began to blush.

“I’m
glad.”  He continued holding her head, angling it for his pleasure. 
He sucked at her neck, and goose bumps appeared on her arms.  “Tell me
what you love about it.”

Shit.  When
was she going to learn not to be so honest all of the time?  She sighed when
he stopped and looked at her.

She tried to
think of how to explain it to him without turning three shades of red, but she
was already there.  He was watching her with lust in his eyes and he let
his gaze rest on her mouth.  The hand in her hair came forward to her jaw,
where he ran his thumb over her lower lip.

“Tell me,
Ryann.”

She looked away
embarrassed.  “I like how you...use your whole mouth.  When you
nibble...” She blushed again.

“You know what
I’ve discovered about you, Ryann?” he whispered, skating his lips over her
cheek.  “That you and I are going to be very compatible in the
bedroom.”  He moved to kiss the other cheek, still keeping his thumb on
her lip, but now pressing it into her mouth.  She gripped it between her
lips and sucked.

His eyes flared
and he looked at his thumb in her mouth.  “When you did that at the
showing, I thought I was going to come in my pants right there.  That was
when I hoped, but now I
know
.”  Pause.  “Do you want to know
what I know, Ryann?” he whispered.

She looked at
him, and released his thumb from her mouth.  She nodded.  He
continued to stroke her lip.

“You like it
when I’m a little rough.  When I take control, and fuck you
senseless.”  He was still whispering.

She was so
embarrassed.  She didn’t want to respond to his statement, because she was
beginning to feel he thought she was a freak or something.  She had never
really explored her sexuality with Brent, and now that she was experiencing
intensely passionate sex with Jeremy, she was trying to find her way through
all of it to discover who she was.

“I -” she
stuttered.

“And you know
what, Ryann?”  He kissed below her ear, and said into it, “That makes me
very
happy.  When you told me last night to fuck you harder?  You have no
idea what that does to me.”  He bit at her earlobe, “I can’t wait to push
your boundaries.”

She whimpered
involuntarily, and was swaying in his arms.  He kissed her neck, and bit
softly down into her flesh, then released her and stepped back.

She was sure her
eyes looked glazed over because she was having a hard time focusing due to her
arousal.

“How does a
cheese omelet sound?”

“Umm. 
Good.”  She tried to gain some control.  “Can I do anything?”

“Nope. 
Just sit there and look pretty,” he winked.

She sat there in
comfortable silence while he cooked, while they looked at each other
occasionally.  And so it went, until they sat to eat.

“This looks
wonderful.  Thank you.  I’m starving.”  She dug in, as did he.

She took a sip
of coffee, then cleared her throat, and looked at him.  “So... How often
do you do this kind of thing?”  She winced at how she sounded.  Like
a jealous harpy.  He just wanted an affair, and she sounded like she was
fishing for information.

“Have breakfast
with a woman?”

She began to
fidget.  “And have sleepovers.”

“I don’t,
actually.”

“Really?” She
didn’t know if she quite believed him.

“Really. 
In fact, you may or may not believe this, but you’re not only the first woman
who’s slept over, you’re the first woman to come to my
house
, other than
my female family members.”

She looked at
him skeptically.

He sighed and
looked her in the eye.  “Ryann, the women I usually see are... a way for
me to pass the time, and have an enjoyable evening.  They’re not
necessarily women I would choose to have in my every day personal life.” 
He paused.  “I’m not exactly sure what kind of man that makes me,” he
frowned, looking disconcerted. 

He looked at her
as if trying to figure out what to say next.  Then leaning forward, he
kissed her softly.

“I want to show
you something.”  He got up and took her hand, leading her out of the
kitchen.

…..

He led her to
the back of the house, off the kitchen and into what appeared to be a
woodshop.  It was a room filled with furniture.  All kinds of
furniture, in all different states…some were just being put together, some
being sanded, some on top of drop cloths, with saws and tools set up neatly in
a corner of the room.

He let her walk
in before him, then stood at the door leaning against the door jamb, waiting
for her to speak. 

She looked
around, noting the pleasant smell of sawdust.  Then she turned to him with
a smile.  “What is all this?”