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“Make no
mistake, Ryann, I would want you regardless of how many men there’ve been,” he
said, his voice taking on a low sensual quality.  “But, it’s that sexy
innocence thing again.  The fact that I’m only the second man to have
you...I can’t wait to get you back to my place.  Right this second. 
I can’t wait to watch you come when I’m inside you.”  He licked his lips
and looked at her possessively.  “Let’s finish up and get out of here.”

…..

They left the
restaurant 10 minutes later, and were met by Manny outside.  Once they
were in the car, he crowded her space slightly, pressing his thigh into hers,
then put his arm around her, pulling her up against his side.  The arm
around her curled up so his hand could play with her hair.  He buried his
face into it, and then planted soft kisses along the side of her face.

“Thank you so
much for dinner,” she murmured.  “It was incredible.”

“It was my
pleasure,“ he murmured back kissing down her neck.

She was afraid
of going up in flames, and was trying to keep up the conversation...but with
much difficulty.  “I can’t wait to tell Ayanna.  She’s in the
culinary business.  She actually studied abroad at a culinary institute in
France, and is hoping to become a food critic extraordinaire,” she said with a
smile.

“We’ll have to
take her sometime.”

Ryann looked up
at him quickly.  “Really?”

He smiled down
at her.  “Sure,” then he kissed her nose.  “We should introduce her
to my cousin, Janie...she was the one who catered my mom’s showing. 
They’d probably hit it off.”

Before she could
respond, his leisurely and heated gaze moved to her mouth.  “God, I dream
about that mouth of yours.”  He swooped down and began to nibble at
it.  “So fucking delicious.”  His tongue swept in, and began kissing
her in earnest, his hand now buried in her hair.  His other arm encircled
her as he continued making a feast of her mouth.

She felt like
she was drugged.  Her limbs felt heavy, but her senses were
floating.  She was drowsy from his kisses, not to mention all the wine
she’d had. 

His hand began
kneading her breast, and then his thumb and forefinger began plucking at her
nipple.  She whimpered, not wanting the feelings to ever end, and she
tried to get closer to him.  Returning his kisses, her own tinged with
desperation, he groaned in her mouth, then released her lips and began kissing
her neck, his affection becoming more aggressive.

She couldn’t
think.  She knew they would be at his place shortly, and there was no
other place in the world she would rather be.  She didn’t want to think
anymore, or analyze.  She just wanted to feel, and let him take her. 
Any way he wanted her.

She whimpered
and moaned, while he continued to dominate her senses.  Within the next
few minutes, the car was slowing.  He leaned up, his eyes glittering with
anticipation. 

“We’re home.”

She tried to
focus on her surroundings.  Her sex was drenched from wanting him, and she
needed to get her bearings again before getting out of the car.  She
straightened her dress, just as Manny opened the door.

After both of
them got out, Ryann smiled, “Thanks for the ride, Manny.”

“You’re welcome,
Ryann,” he smiled.  “I look forward to seeing you again.”

“Thanks, Manny,”
Jeremy said.  “We won’t need you anymore this evening.”

“Yes,
sir.”  He nodded respectfully to both of them, and returned to the
driver’s side of the car.

As Jeremy led
her up a grand staircase to the entrance of a beautiful old three story
brownstone, she asked, “Where are we located right now?  I can’t get my
bearings.”

“The West
Village.”

When they walked
inside, Ryann was in awe.  Below her feet were wide pine wood planks
stretching across the expanse of the first floor.  It was obvious that the
space had been reconfigured to a more modern floor plan.  She could see
straight through the living room, all the way back into the kitchen, where she
assumed the staircase was, since she couldn’t see it in the front. 
Exposed brick on the two side walls met the adjacent walls painted in a deep,
but soft, slate gray.  Leather furniture in camel colored tans were the
main seating pieces, along with what looked like custom made side tables,
coffee table, and chairs peppered throughout.  In addition, there were
gorgeous original paintings on the walls, some of which she recognized as his
mother’s.

Currently she
was admiring the sturdy but ornate chair in the corner, with skillfully carved
etchings along the top.  The chair, which looked like it could’ve been
seen in a Medieval period film, was acting as an easel, and propped up on its
seat was an abstract painting done in vibrant colors.  Finishing off the
room were Aubusson rugs in slate blue, burgundies, and browns scattered over
the floor.  The eclectic warm style immediately drew her in, and she
wanted to sink into one of the sofas.

Her eyes drifted
back to the kitchen, where she saw white cabinetry, stainless steel appliances,
and what looked like black cement counter tops.  More exposed brick, and
gray walls enclosed the area.

But what was
probably her favorite part, were the windows.  There were tons of them,
letting in the purple and pink of twilight from the outside.  The space
was incredibly inviting.  She couldn’t wait to see the other two
floors. 

She stood in the
middle of the living room waiting for Jeremy to take the lead.  He hadn’t
said anything since they’d gotten inside.  He walked behind her, removing
her purse and tossing it on the sofa.  Then he began to slowly circle her,
stopping in front of her, toying with her hair, stroking her face, her
lips. 

“Do you want
anything?  Water or something like that?”

Ryann looked at
him, and shook her head no, slowly.

He leaned
in.  “
I
want something,” he whispered in her ear, causing shivers
to run up and down her spine.  Without further ado, he lifted her in his
arms, and strode toward the kitchen taking her up the back staircase.  His
bedroom was located at the top of the hall, where he walked in, and set her
down at the side of the king size bed. 

He turned on the
lamp on the nightstand, and she took in as many details as she could. 
Chocolate brown walls, with all other accents in cream tones:  comforter
and linens, a comfy overstuffed chair, throw rugs in creams, beiges,
burgundies, and browns.  She glanced back at the nightstand, another
custom piece she presumed, and noticed there was champagne next to it.

She looked at
the champagne, then at him with one eyebrow raised.  She teased, “Plying
me with more alcohol, Mr. McCallister?  I don’t know that I can drink
another drop if I want to remember this tomorrow morning.”

He said with a
lazy grin, “Oh, you’ll definitely remember this in the morning.  I’m going
to make sure of it.  And don’t worry, I’ll find other uses for the
champagne.”

Before she could
figure out what that comment meant, he slipped off his black cashmere sweater,
tossed it on a chair.

She watched
fascinated.  It had been so long since she’d seen and been so close to a
man’s chest.  A gorgeous man’s chest, at that.  Washboard abs, a
dusting of dark hair.  Lean, ropy muscles in his arms.

She audibly
swallowed, and reached out to tentatively touch his flat stomach.  His
muscles jumped, then he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling and licking at
her neck.

God, his body
felt so good against hers.  It was so...hard.

“I can’t wait to
see every inch of you.   I don’t know where I want to start
first.”  He leaned back.  “Let’s start with this.”  He carefully
took her necklace off, then reached for the hem of her dress, and pulled it up
over her head.

She stood there
in her see through panties and bra, with her high heeled sandals… so
nervous.  It had been a long time for her. 

He looked at her
breasts encased in their sexy black lingerie, and she could feel her nipples
harden even more at his intense perusal.  She began to fidget, clear her
throat, and hold her hands together down at her waist. 

He reached her
hands, and held her arms out to her side.  He was breathing heavily still
looking her up and down, and finally looked at her flushed face.  “God,
you are so beautiful.”

He leaned down,
and put his lips to the top of the flesh spilling out of the C cups of her
bra.  He continued to kiss, until he leaned down to her right breast and
nipped at her very erect nipple.  Then he suckled it through the lace,
leaving a wet spot on the fabric.  She moaned, but he still had her hands
out to the side.  She needed to touch him. 

He let go of her
hands and reached around her to undo the clasp, then slowly removed the bra
down her arms, tossing it behind him.   He looked back at her, put
his hands on her waist, then moved them up to hold her breasts, swiping his
thumbs over her nipples.  It took him a long moment before he said in a
husky voice, “I’m speechless, and as you can imagine, that doesn’t happen
often.” 

“Jeremy,” she
breathed.  Having his shirtless chest so close to her felt delicious.

He continued to
tease her with his fingers, and leaned in, kissing her temple, her eyelid, her
cheek, then her lips.  His hands left her breasts and reached around her
back to her waist, as he got down on his knees and looked straight ahead to
look at her see through panel in the front of her thong.  He quickly
looked up at her, then back down to her sex. 

“God,
woman.  Please tell me I’m seeing what I think I’m seeing.”  He
looked up at her.

She breathed out
a nervous laugh and nodded, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders.

“I just saw you
last night.  When did you have time?”

“Lunch break,”
she said with a saucy smile.

“Thank God for
lunch breaks,” he whispered, then he leaned forward and inhaled.  Softly,
he brushed his lips over her mound through the fabric.  He made her stand
last night when he did this.  She didn’t know if she would make it
standing again.  She could feel herself swaying already.

Still kissing
her lightly through the panel of her panties, she put her hands in his hair and
began pulling at it.  He moaned, and grabbed both of her ass cheeks,
lightly gripping them and taking the elastic of her panties through his teeth,
snapping it lightly.

He stopped
momentarily to slide her thong down her legs. She stepped out of them, and he
put them in his pocket.  He grinned mischievously at her, and brought his
lips to her pelvic bone and kissed.  “My new mission in life is to take
all of your panties.  After you’ve worn them of course, so I can continue
to smell you.  I love the way you smell,” he said as he buried his nose
into her. 

He gently pushed
her back until her legs hit the side of the bed, and she fell back. He brought
her legs up over his shoulders and kissed his way up from her inner knee to the
crease in her leg at the top of her thigh.  Then he took her labia in his
mouth and sucked gently.

She strained
toward him and let out a breathy, “Jeremy...”

“You’re so
smooth, baby.  God, I love it.”  Then he placed her feet, still in
heels, on his shoulders, and spread her knees wide.  “How many times do
you think I can tell you how beautiful you are tonight?”  He reached a
finger up, and dragged it through her cream to rub it into her swollen nub at
the top of her sex.  “So pretty and pink,” he said, his lips against her.

She was
squirming on the bed, and letting out little sounds that spoke of her
arousal.  And she could feel that arousal dripping down her thighs.

Then he
flattened his tongue and kissed her with an open mouth, sucking and
nibbling.  She bowed up off the bed, pressing herself more fully into his
mouth, her hands grabbing onto the bed linens.  He continued his
onslaught, and while doing so, dipped one finger inside her...then two.

She felt
stretched, but it felt wonderful, as the sensations built and she could feel
herself getting closer to that all encompassing explosion she was
craving.  Her head was moving back and forth on the bed, and he stilled
her moving by locking his other arm around her thigh.  She was pinned to
the bed with him sucking and kissing her, his fingers moving in and out of her
body.

He began talking
to her with his lips still resting on her sex.  “This isn’t like last
night, baby.  I want to hear you tonight.  I want to hear every
sound, every gasp, every scream.”  He took out his fingers, and
repositioned himself, grasping her ass, and settling his mouth on her, sucking
at her clit, and scraping lightly with his teeth and his whiskers.

“Jeremy!” she
screamed. 

“That’s it,
baby.  I want to hear you scream my name.”  Then he sucked again.

“Oh, God. 
Jeremy...
please
,” she moaned, her legs trying to move around his head,
but still being held captive by his arms. 

“Your pussy is
mine, Ryann,” he growled against her.  “Say it.”

“Yes...please,
Jeremy,” she gasped.  “Please!”

“I want to hear
you say my name when you come, Ryann.  Now, baby.  I want to hear
you,” then he dove in and sucked...and sucked...and sucked.

And she nearly
flew off the bed, screaming, “Jer - e - my!” gasping in different syllables,
shattering in climax.  He continued to suckle her until gasps turned to
whimpers, and then he slowly let her down onto the bed from where she had been
straining up from, lapping up every last drop of her essence.

She was so
exhausted and completely sated, that she felt like a rag doll.  She could
feel him removing her shoes, and placing her feet on the edge of the bed, her
feet planted with her knees up.  However, she couldn’t even keep her legs
from dropping open in exhaustion.  She drowsily opened her eyes, and saw
him watching her, stripping quickly.