I wasn’t sure what to say, so I said nothing at all. This was Jeremy. As I was always being reminded, he had plenty of experience with this. I ran my hand over his cock like I had learned to do and squeezed him. “You’ll tell me if the pressure isn’t right.”
In response he put his forehead on my shoulder. His breathing was shallow, and he didn’t answer me. Pressed against me, I could feel how his whole body was tense. He was beautiful like this. Who was I kidding? Jer was always gorgeous but right in this second he was only mine to see, and the effect was stunning.
I kissed his cheek, breathing him in while he lengthened in my hand. His moans almost sounded pained, and his hold on me tightened. We stayed like that for a while, me stroking him as he breathed in my ear, letting out sounds that I knew would always be personal between us.
Finally, I whispered in his ear. “I love you.”
His whole body jerked, and he came hard in my hand. He didn’t move except to hold me tighter and shake against me.
Finally, he lifted his head as I put my hand under the water to wash it off. “I fucking love you, too.”
He kissed me. Again. And Again. Usually I could keep up. Not this time. My head spun and he picked me up in his arms, wrapping us both in a towel before he carried us over to his bed.
His mouth claimed mine again. Finally, he lifted his head, still breathing rapidly. “I’ve never come that hard. I mean never.” He kissed the end of my nose. “My turn.”
I swallowed. “Just got a little bit nervous.”
“This is your show. Always. But there is no reason to be nervous. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
That made sense. I nodded. “Okay.”
Jeremy unwrapped the towel around us like he was unwrapping a present. He grinned at me. “I love everything about your body. I want to memorize it. You’re just giving me a new way to learn you tonight.”
I supposed that made sense. I had just learned things about him I hadn’t known, like what it sounded like when he came.
“There isn’t pressure,” he whispered in my ear. “Just let me love on you for a little while.”
He kissed down my body, starting with my mouth and then traveled lower to my neck. I shivered at his attention. I did love to be kissed there. It made me warm inside. I guessed I had a spot. As he did this, he grabbed my knee, gently, and pulled it up just a little bit so that I wrapped my leg around his ass. It was a different position, but considering how heated his kisses were making me I couldn’t complain. I actually really liked it.
With my leg where he wanted it, he took to running his hands up and down the side of my body. This time I trembled. He really wasn’t doing anything but kissing and touching me. I was really, really turned on. Or maybe I just wanted these moments more than I could have imagined.
He traveled down my body again, stopping at my breasts. This time he lifted his gaze to meet my own. “Have I ever told you how much I love your breasts?”
I shook my head. “Not specifically, I don’t think.”
“I do, Princess. I do love them so much.”
I swallowed. “Have I ever told you how much I love it when you call me that?”
“You’re my princess. What else would I call you?”
I loved the glint in his eyes.
He took my nipple in his mouth, and I cried out. The pinch of pain startled me, and somehow I loved it too. Jeremy sighed, a long sound.
I was so distracted by his ministrations that I didn’t notice when he pressed a finger inside of me. But there it was, Jeremy Lent was right where I had wanted him to go and where I had been terrified he would.
He sucked harder, still stroking my side with one hand and pressing his finger against the spot that sometimes throbbed for a second when I was pressed close to them or they kissed me a lot. I knew what it meant and so did Jeremy because he started to stroke it. Slowly and then he picked up the pace.
I caught my breath. The heat that had been there had turned into pressure. I closed my eyes, understanding now why Jer had pushed his head into my shoulder. I did the same to him. It was almost too much to handle if I wasn’t right up against him. I needed his skin on my lips, to smell his scent.
I almost told him to stop. What was I supposed to do with this? How was it going to end in any way that could actually happen? I wasn’t even making sense in my own mind. I just knew that I needed… something.
Finally, I just exploded. Right there on his fingers while he made love to my breasts with his mouth. I cried out and he lifted his head but only to kiss me, again and again, on my mouth while I gave into what he had done.
My heart raced and my body arched off the bed, bumping into his. We were tangled up in each other when he stopped stroking me.
“Beautiful.” He kissed me again. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
