Chapter 100 Surrender

Chapter 100 Surrender
Jeremy

I couldn't stop. Couldn't think. I had no choice but to taste her.

My mouth worked on her nipple. Sucking and biting gently. Feeling it harden against my tongue. My hand kneaded her other breast, thumb circling the peak before pinching just enough to make her gasp.

God, I'd missed her. Missed her body. The softness. The way she responded to every touch. The sounds she made when I found the right pressure, the right rhythm.

I switched sides. Gave her other breast the same attention. Lips closing around the nipple. Tongue flicking. Teeth grazing. My hand moved to the abandoned breast, pinching and rolling until she arched into me.

"Jeremy," she breathed. Her hands tangled in my hair. Holding me against her. "Please—"

I knew what she needed. What she was asking for.

But I wasn't ready to give it up yet. Wasn't ready to rush. I wanted to savour this. Relearn every inch of her. Make up for the days of anger and distance.

I continued working on her breasts. Alternating between gentle suction and sharper bites. Between soft caresses and firm pinches. Learning what made her moan. What made her hips shift restlessly against the mattress?

Her breathing quickened. Her fingers tightened in my hair. "Jeremy, I need—"

"I know." I kissed the valley between her breasts. Trailed my mouth lower. "I've got you."

I moved down her body. Kissing her ribs. Her stomach. The curve of her hip. Taking my time, despite the ache in my groin demanding I move faster.

When I reached the apex of her thighs, I paused. I looked up at her face. She couldn't see me, but her head was tilted back, lips parted, chest heaving.

Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous.

I spread her legs. Settled between them. I lowered my mouth toward her center.

The first taste made her cry out. She made her hands fly to my head. Made her thighs try to close around me before I pressed them open again.

I licked slowly. Thoroughly. I was curious about what caused her to tremble. What made her whimper? What made her hips buck against my face.

Found her clit with my tongue. Circled it. Flicked it. Applied pressure until she was practically sobbing.

"Jeremy, please, I can't..."

I slid two fingers inside her. Crooked them. Found that spot that made her whole body tense.

And worked it relentlessly. Tongue on her clit. Fingers stroking inside. The pressure increased until she began to tremble. The pressure continued until her breath became laboured. Then, she came with a sharp cry. Her body clenching around my fingers. Hips lifting off the bed. Hands fist in my hair hard enough to hurt.

I worked her through it. Gently touching her, as the waves subsided. I kissed her thigh as she came down.

"Jeremy," she whispered. "That was—"

I climbed back up her body. Kissed her fiercely. Let her taste herself on my lips.

Then I positioned myself at her entrance.

We'd done this before. Multiple times. But the first slide inside was always—

Perfect. The sensation was hot, tight, and perfectly balanced.

She wrapped her legs around my waist. Arms around my shoulders. Held me close as I started to move.

Slow at first. Deep strokes that made her gasp. That made me grit my teeth against the pleasure threatening to end the moment too quickly.

But she felt too good. And I'd waited too long. And within minutes, I was moving faster. Harder. Chasing the release building at the base of my spine.

"Yes," she breathed against my ear. "Jeremy, yes."

I buried my face in her neck. Drove into her with abandon. Let the anger and frustration and need fuel every thrust until we were both gasping. Both desperate. Both—

I came with a groan muffled against her skin. Felt her clench around me. Felt her own climax follow seconds after mine.

We stayed locked together. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding.

Then I kissed her. Soft this time. Tender. "I missed you." I said.

"I missed you, too." She replied.

Round Two

We didn't separate for long.

I was still half-hard inside her. I still want more despite having just finished.

She seemed to sense it. Rolled her hips experimentally. "Again?" She asked.

"If you can handle it," I answered courteously.

She laughed. Lowly and sultry. "I can handle anything you give me."

Challenge accepted.

I withdrew. Flipped her onto her stomach before she could protest. Pulled her hips up until she was on her knees, her face pressed into the pillow.

"Jeremy"

I entered her from behind. Different angle. Deeper. Making her gasp and clutch the sheets.

This position gave me control. Let me set the pace. Let me drive into her exactly how I wanted.

And I worked hard. Fast. I delivered the punishment in the most effective manner possible.

My hands gripped her hips. Used them for leverage as I pounded into her. Watched where we were joined. Watched her back arch. Watched her try to push back against me to take me deeper.

"So good," I ground out. "You feel so fucking good."

She moaned into the pillow. Muffled but audible. Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her whole body was rocking with each thrust.

I leaned forward. One hand sliding around to find her clit. Rubbing circles while I continued moving inside her.

She came first this time. Crying out as her body clenched and spasmed. Nearly dragging me over the edge with her.

I followed moments later. Emptying myself inside her with a harsh groan. Collapsing forward to catch my weight on my forearms so I didn't crush her.

We stayed like that. Connected and panting. Sweat is cooling on our skin.

Then I carefully withdrew. Rolled to the side. Pulled her against my chest.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Better than okay." She nuzzled into me. "You?"

"Perfect." I kissed her forehead. "Absolutely perfect."

Round Three

Twenty minutes later, my hands started wandering again.

I couldn't help it. She was pressed against me. Naked. Soft and warm, like mine.

My fingers traced her spine. The curve of her waist. The swell of her hip.

She shifted. "Jeremy?"

"Mmm?"

"Are you—again?"

"Can't help it." I palmed her breast. Felt the nipple harden against my hand. "You're addictive."

She turned in my arms. Kissed me. Deep and slow and promising.

Then climbed on top of me.

This time, she set the pace. Positioned herself over me and sank slowly. Inch by inch until she was fully seated.

We both groaned.

She started moving. Rolling her hips. We rose and fell in a rhythm that had me gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise.

"Touch yourself," I said roughly. "I want to feel you come again."

Her hand moved between her legs. I felt her fingers brush against my shaft while she worked on her clit. I felt the way she clenched around me.

"That's it," I encouraged. "Just like that."

I thrust up to meet her movements. Hands on her hips are guiding her. Watching her face as pleasure built. As her movements became erratic. As she got closer and closer to—

She came with my name on her lips. Her whole body shuddered. Internal muscles gripping me like a vice.

I let go. Let the orgasm rip through me. As she trembled above me, I filled her once more.

She collapsed onto my chest. Both of us are breathing hard. Both of us spent.

"No more," she mumbled against my skin. "I can't—no more."

I chuckled. Wrapped my arms around her. "Okay. No more. For now. "But I know I was lying.