Jeremy laid his head in my lap as we carried on our conversation – about what, well that's hard to remember since my memory is limited from when he twirled his tongue around my nipple and when I realized he had fucked my headache away.
He was teasing me, sucking ever so lightly and then returning to what ever it was we were discussing. I tried to focus. I was willing my body not to react, to finish each sentence, no stuttering, and no pauses. I tried, but I failed. If my body had an ignition key, it was my nipples. He knew to focus on the left and toyed with me. I was mid-sentence when I gave up the fight and let out the soft moan I was trying to contain. He looked up and smirked at me as I began to moan softly. "Fuck" I said as he pulled down my shirt and bra and switched between nipples. He kissed down my stomach and sent shivers down my spine. He undid my pants and started kissing the rim of my panties.
"Take off your pants" he said. He said it with bass, in that voice that I vowed never to admit actually got to me. This man could say anything in that bass and I would probably oblige. That bass was dangerous.
He was in between my legs kissing my inner thighs working his way up to my pussy. More shivers coursed down my spine. My nipples were erect and pointing up towards the ceiling. He slid off my panties and stared at my pussy.
"Damn"
"What?" I asked.
"Wet much" he said as he smiled. I bet he was admiring his effect on me.
I watched as my panties slid down my legs and fell to the floor next to me. It was written all over his face – hunger for me. Today was not the day where he would ease me into it, no; today he threw me into mind-blowing pleasure with no warning. I gasped as I felt him repeatedly flick his tongue. I moaned for him, arched my back for him, I bit my bottom lip for him. My hands slid up over my breasts and into my hair. I closed my eyes and cussed him out in my mind for making me feel so damn good; for being so damn good, it wasn't fair. I reached down and felt for his dick, it was not hard to miss. For a few seconds I was surprised by how hard it was. My hand shot up to hold the chair as he made my body shudder. I opened my eyes and saw him watching me, watching me move for him, squirm for him. He watched me moan to the brink of losing my mind. Have you ever been fearful of pleasure? I cannot say that I was not when I felt him move his hand up and expose my clit.
Almost anything else, I could tolerate, but when I felt him suck on my clit, my body wanted to explode. My moans turned to gasps: "Uhh-, Da-, Fu-" as I neared orgasm. We parked at the far end of the lot but I am sure my voice traveled the 100 feet to the path frequented my joggers, dogs, and their walkers – and I could have cared less.
Jeremy was relentless. I wanted to run but instead I tried backing up against the door. He grabbed my legs, pulled me back towards him, and held me down – it turned me on even more. My clit was at his mercy. He flicked it, sucked it. Punished me and drowned me in ecstasy. This man was making me lose my mind. I begged, yes, I so strongly against exposing ANY traces of effect on me by others, begged. I begged him to stop and pleaded for him to continue. He was enjoying this. There is no question I came; the only question is how many times?
