now.”
He didn’t have to demand it. He pushed down on her clit, and the choice was taken away from her. Everything in her body seized. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, she tightened her legs around his waist, pleasure overwhelming her. He glided his hands along her back, soft and comforting. He slid his lips up her neck and across her cheeks in sweet little caresses. His touch kept her tied to the real world as the need threatened to pull her away like a balloon on a windy day.
He continued to stroke her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. She whimpered beneath his touch, half grateful and half irritated at the never ending satisfaction. Her body shaking, nipples throbbing, she let go, allowing the pleasure to sweep over her, to overtake her, until there was nothing left. Not just the pleasure of the physical, but the joy of being held, of being close to someone again. The joys of being with Jeremy.
Shattered, she held onto him, breathing heavily, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. No man had ever wrung her out the way Jeremy did. His time, his care, his attention. The sweet words he whispered as he touched her. It was all too much.
“I need a condom,” Jeremy whispered against her temple.
His voice sounded desperate and hoarse, almost as though he was in pain. He lay her down on the counter, the tiles cold and clammy beneath her sweat-covered skin. She fought back a groan at the sensation.
“I’ll be right back.” He placed a quick kiss to her hair.
She vaguely heard the pound of his cast hitting the maple paneling as he rushed to her bedroom. It took a little while for her brain to refocus on what he’d said. A condom. Of course he needed a condom. He didn’t want her to get pregnant. He was doing the responsible thing.
What am I doing? They weren’t in the same places in their lives. They didn’t want the same things. What an idiot she was. He was young. He didn’t want children. He didn’t want a family and a quiet life like she did. At least not yet.
He had a booming career. He’d set off on grand adventures, explored the wilderness, and had taken photos of locations so exotic she’d never even dreamed of traveling there. In many ways he was still a kid himself, still wild and carefree. That was the Jeremy she knew. The Jeremy who smiled at her when he came into the library between classes, the Jeremy who was friends with as many jocks as geeks. The Jeremy she loved.
No, it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to give any of that up. Not for her. Not for what she wanted.
But as much as she couldn’t ask him to abandon his career or the life he’d built, she couldn’t give him up either. Not right now. Not when he was still so close. She’d already come this far. She was naked and laying on her kitchen counter still breathing hard from the last earth-shattering orgasm he’d given her. Damn, he was good at those.
At least for tonight, she had him and she planned to enjoy him. Tomorrow she’d deal with the real world, the quiet, plain world she’d been living in and that would seem bleaker without Jeremy.
He walked back into the room, completely naked. His cock stood straight out from a thatch of dark wiry hair, encased in a thin latex sheath. He paused the second he saw her, his face dropping from the carefree boyish smile he’d sported all night. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head, trying her best to push the dark thoughts from her mind. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
He stopped in front of her, clutching her face with his hands and forcing her gaze up to his. His eyes were intense, focused, and so sincere it almost made her cry. “You can tell me. Whatever it is?”
For a moment she almost believed him. She wanted to. She wanted more than anything to tell him what she needed, hoping he’d want the same. But he didn’t. She knew it. And she couldn’t blame him. He still had so much life to lead, so many pictures to take. He didn’t want to be saddled
He didn’t have to demand it. He pushed down on her clit, and the choice was taken away from her. Everything in her body seized. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, she tightened her legs around his waist, pleasure overwhelming her. He glided his hands along her back, soft and comforting. He slid his lips up her neck and across her cheeks in sweet little caresses. His touch kept her tied to the real world as the need threatened to pull her away like a balloon on a windy day.
He continued to stroke her clit, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible. She whimpered beneath his touch, half grateful and half irritated at the never ending satisfaction. Her body shaking, nipples throbbing, she let go, allowing the pleasure to sweep over her, to overtake her, until there was nothing left. Not just the pleasure of the physical, but the joy of being held, of being close to someone again. The joys of being with Jeremy.
Shattered, she held onto him, breathing heavily, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. No man had ever wrung her out the way Jeremy did. His time, his care, his attention. The sweet words he whispered as he touched her. It was all too much.
“I need a condom,” Jeremy whispered against her temple.
His voice sounded desperate and hoarse, almost as though he was in pain. He lay her down on the counter, the tiles cold and clammy beneath her sweat-covered skin. She fought back a groan at the sensation.
“I’ll be right back.” He placed a quick kiss to her hair.
She vaguely heard the pound of his cast hitting the maple paneling as he rushed to her bedroom. It took a little while for her brain to refocus on what he’d said. A condom. Of course he needed a condom. He didn’t want her to get pregnant. He was doing the responsible thing.
What am I doing? They weren’t in the same places in their lives. They didn’t want the same things. What an idiot she was. He was young. He didn’t want children. He didn’t want a family and a quiet life like she did. At least not yet.
He had a booming career. He’d set off on grand adventures, explored the wilderness, and had taken photos of locations so exotic she’d never even dreamed of traveling there. In many ways he was still a kid himself, still wild and carefree. That was the Jeremy she knew. The Jeremy who smiled at her when he came into the library between classes, the Jeremy who was friends with as many jocks as geeks. The Jeremy she loved.
No, it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to give any of that up. Not for her. Not for what she wanted.
But as much as she couldn’t ask him to abandon his career or the life he’d built, she couldn’t give him up either. Not right now. Not when he was still so close. She’d already come this far. She was naked and laying on her kitchen counter still breathing hard from the last earth-shattering orgasm he’d given her. Damn, he was good at those.
At least for tonight, she had him and she planned to enjoy him. Tomorrow she’d deal with the real world, the quiet, plain world she’d been living in and that would seem bleaker without Jeremy.
He walked back into the room, completely naked. His cock stood straight out from a thatch of dark wiry hair, encased in a thin latex sheath. He paused the second he saw her, his face dropping from the carefree boyish smile he’d sported all night. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head, trying her best to push the dark thoughts from her mind. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
He stopped in front of her, clutching her face with his hands and forcing her gaze up to his. His eyes were intense, focused, and so sincere it almost made her cry. “You can tell me. Whatever it is?”
For a moment she almost believed him. She wanted to. She wanted more than anything to tell him what she needed, hoping he’d want the same. But he didn’t. She knew it. And she couldn’t blame him. He still had so much life to lead, so many pictures to take. He didn’t want to be saddled
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