“It’s just…” I break off, giggling again and then dropping my head onto his shoulder, letting out peals of laughter. “You put the coffee mug in the dishwasher,” I manage, tears streaming down my face as I try, and fail, to get ahold of myself.
“That’s where it belongs.” Jeremy manages to sound both insulted and perplexed. I lift my head so I can look at him, laughter still bubbling up from my chest.
“It’s just, I’m literally wrapped around you. You’re clearly turned on judging by…well…this.”
I roll my hips, his cock sliding against me in the most delicious way that has me tightening my legs around him and Jeremy growling.
“And instead of taking me upstairs and fucking me into the mattress, you decided to do the dishes.” I cackle out another laugh. “It’s okay; you like everything clean and in its place. I admire that about you.”
Jeremy takes one of his arms from around my waist and cups my jaw, tilting my head up so our eyes meet, his flashing with amusement and heat.
“You think I can’t be messy?”
I shrug, giving in to the urge to tease him just to see what happens.
“I think you prefer things in order. You could have just put the coffee mug on the table by the front door. It’s what I would have done. Maybe you…don’t really want me all that badly.”
I roll my hips against him again, and he hisses. His eyes darken and need pools between my legs. When he speaks, his voice is low and dangerous.
“You think I don’t want you, Ems? You’re all I want. All I think about. All I see. I have fuckingdreamedabout you for eight years and nothing about it is orderly. It’s huge and wildand life changing. It’s as vital to me as breathing. You have altered the cells in my body and the marrow of my bones and the chemistry of my brain. So, you want messy? I’ll show you messy. Everything about this is messy, and still, I can’t do anything but want you.”
Jeremy’s words and the flash in his eyes is a slow roll of my heart and a bolt straight to my clit just before he leans forward and seals his mouth over mine, sliding his tongue in to explore, taste, and tease in a way that has me panting.
Without breaking the kiss, he turns us, dropping me onto the counter and pushing both of his hands into my hair. He tilts my head to change the angle, taking the kiss impossible deeper. I stroke my tongue along his, never letting up because what even is breathing anyway. I grip Jeremy’s hips and pull him closer, relishing in the way his cock rolls against me as he settles between my legs.
Dropping his hands to my hips, he inches my shirt up, skimming his fingertips along my ribs, only breaking the kiss to pull the shirt over my head and toss it away before his lips return to mine. He immediately unzips the front of my sports bra, sliding it off my shoulders and cupping my breasts to tease and flick my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. I moan into his mouth and scoot closer to the edge of the counter. Pressing myself tighter against him, I practically whimper at the perfect friction of his cock against my clit.
“You like that, Ems? The way my cock slides against your clit while I play with these pretty tits? Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
Jeremy grips my hips and ruts hard against me. I’m riding the edge so quickly my head spins.
“I bet if I slide a finger inside you, you’ll already be wet for me. I love feeling your pussy clench around me when you come.My fingers, my tongue, my dick. I want to bury every part of me inside of you.”
“Please…” I gasp, my head falling back against the cabinets. I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. What I need. I just need.
“Please what, Ems? Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything. Anything I have is yours.”
He tangles a hand in my hair again and tips my head forward so I can look at him.
“Tell me something true, Ems.”
The scorching hot moment combined with our safe phrase scrambles my brain. All I can think to say is, “I want you.”
“You’ve got me,” Jeremy says, dropping to his good knee in front of me, yanking my shorts and underwear over my hips and pushing my legs apart. He ghosts kisses along my inner thighs, warm breath fluttering along my overheated skin, and I shiver, goosebumps crawling up my body.
“You’re so good at this,” I moan out, so turned on and he’s barely even touched me.
“I fucking love having my mouth on you. If there is ever a day I don’t want your gorgeous wet cunt dripping all over my face, my tongue licking inside you, schedule the funeral and bury me six feet under Pretty Girl because I would happily survive on your flavor alone for the rest of my days.”
“Jesus fuck, Jeremy.” My voice is a plea. When he glances up at me, his flushed cheeks, backwards hat, and beautiful face bracketed by my thighs combines into an image so hot I’m shocked the entire kitchen doesn’t just combust.
“Grab the counter and hold on tight Pretty Girl.”
But I don’t have time to do that. Jeremy dives right in, yanking me farther off the counter and wrapping his arms around my thighs, giving me one long lick from ass to clit. Then he pushes two fingers inside me and sucks my clit into his mouth so hard my vision whites out. I knock his hat off, tangling myhands in his hair and tugging hard, holding him against me as he eats me like a man possessed. Never letting up with his mouth, he fucks me with his fingers slow and deep, and my body coils like a spring, the noises tearing from my throat pleading and desperate.
When Jeremy hums against me, curling his fingers up while his teeth graze my clit, I’m done for. I palm my bare breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers and writhing my hips, riding Jeremy’s face as pleasure swamps me.
“Oh my god, right there. I’m coming.” I moan, dropping my head back. It knocks into the cabinets again, but I barely feel it over the exploding pleasure as Jeremy groans against me, licking me through my release.
