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The previous
owner had recently redone the kitchen in white cabinets, and a khaki and red
tile backsplash, so she thought it would all go perfectly.  When she had
the time, she would paint the small amount of wall space in the kitchen a light
khaki color to tie it all together.

The next three hours were spent painting the first
coat on the living room walls, and she absolutely loved it.  She hugged
herself, thrilled with the transformation of the room.  She was hoping to
do the second coat first thing in the morning, and whip up the curtains before
Jeremy arrived.

She looked at
her watch.  10:30pm. Should she text him, or wait for him to contact
her?  Maybe he was with a client again.  The evil green monster
reared its ugly head and whispered,
or maybe he’s with a woman. 
 She
shook her head.  No, she wasn’t going there.  She spent the next 20
minutes cleaning up, and then got into bed.

She looked at
her phone.  Still no message.  She stared at the ceiling, her mind
racing.  After 10 more minutes of agonizing over his whereabouts, she
turned over and went to sleep.

Ryann awoke
Saturday morning at seven, hoping to get a jump on the day.  When she
turned in bed, she noticed her message light was blinking on her phone.

Two texts from
Jeremy.  She tried to slow her heartbeat as she read the first
message.  It came in at 11:30 the night before.  She must’ve been
dead to the world, because she hadn’t heard either of them come in.

JM: 
Hey,
gorgeous.  R u still awake?

JM: 
Sorry
I couldn’t text earlier.  Was out with clients.  Can’t wait to see u
tom.  I’ve missed u.  I’ll be at ur place by 4. XO

She smiled and
hugged the phone to her chest.  When he said or wrote things like that,
she wondered why she ever felt insecure.  She hopped out of bed and got to
work.

Several hours
later, the painting was done, and she was hanging the newly sewn curtains on
the rods in the living room.  It was approaching 2pm, and she knew she
wanted to get in the shower soon to be ready for Jeremy.  She was tired,
but in a good way.  As she stepped back and looked at the room, she beamed
with pride.  It looked beautiful.  Now, she and Jeremy could enjoy
the evening.  She placed the red iris that he gave her on the dining
table, and ran to get ready.

She decided to
leave her hair down, and put on a pair of her favorite jeans, with a fitted
brown t-shirt.  At 3:45, she sat and waited for Jeremy, enjoying the peace
of the moment before he arrived.

Five minutes
later, she heard a knock on the door.  Her heart began to race, as she
jumped up to look out the peephole.  She smiled and calmed herself, then
opened the door. 

She was swept up
into the arms of Jeremy, who didn’t even say hello, but began kissing her
madly, murmuring how much he missed her.  She whimpered and tried to keep
up with him, but he eventually kicked the door closed, and lifted her against
it, her legs wrapped around him.  In the back of her mind, she realized he
had dropped a package that he had brought with him.

God, she
couldn’t get enough of him, devouring him, while he groaned in her mouth, one
arm wrapped around a leg, and the other in her hair.  She had never been
taken against a wall, or a door... but she wanted to be...badly.

He finally
stopped kissing her, and ground his forehead into hers, trying to catch his
breath.

“Hi,” he smiled
sexily.

She chuckled,
“Hi.”

“I had intended
to come in and make you beg, but apparently my dick had other ideas,” he
murmured grinding into her.  “I missed you.”

She blushed at
his crude comment, and moaned at the zing she felt go through her.  “Well
apparently your
dick
did,” she quipped.  She couldn’t believe she had
made the comment, but she wasn’t sure how to respond to his sweet comment about
missing her.

“
I
missed
you.  Your smile,” he kissed her mouth, “your eyes,” he kissed her eye
lid, “your neck,” he nuzzled her there.

“I missed you,
too.”  She leaned forward and caught his bottom lip between her teeth.

His eyes flared,
then he groaned, taking her mouth again.  He continued to grind into her,
while sounds of arousal escaped from the back of her throat.

“Jeremy…” she
said, her breath hitching.

“You’re about to
get fucked against this door, my little sex kitten.  Have you ever been
fucked against a door?” he asked while sucking at her neck.

She
whimpered.  “No,” trying to lean her head back, giving him better access
to her neck.

“That’s what I
wanted to hear,” he growled with satisfaction.  Then he slowly lowered her
feet to the ground and unsnapped her jeans, pulling them along with her panties
down to the floor.  Just as she was stepping out of them, he leaned forward
and kissed her between the legs.

He
inhaled.  “I missed your smell,” he said, swiping his tongue against her
mound.

She gasped and
leaned against the door, while she hungrily watched him unfasten his own jeans,
pulling them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs, his hard and long cock
springing from its confinement.   He pulled off his own t-shirt.

His eyes bore a
hole through her.  “Take off your shirt and bra, Ryann.”

With shaking
hands, she did as he asked.  He stood there watching, a predator sizing up
his prey. 

When she stood
naked before him, he breathed, “Oh, yeah,” then lifted her up, her legs wrapped
around him again.  He pushed her back against the door, cushioning it with
one of his arms.

Now that they
were almost eye level, Jeremy looked at her, and said, “I’m going to be deeper
this way, baby.”  He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples
between his lips, then ran his teeth over the hardened tip.

She let go of a
garbled moan.

A smile of
satisfaction turned the lips of his mouth into a lazy grin, as he sucked on her
nipple.  He moved both of his hands to her ass and lifted her, guiding his
shaft to her opening.  Then, inch by glorious inch, he sank into her.

He released her
nipple and gritted his teeth, as he let out a low moan.  Her breath caught
in the back of her throat and she clung to his shoulders.  The gravity of
her body was making her sink lower onto him, until she felt as if the tip of
him was kissing her womb.

With his
forehead resting on hers, he lifted her slightly while he pulled out a bit,
then slammed up into her.  She let out a high pitched gasp, and clawed at
his shoulders and back.

“Hang on,
baby.  I’m about to pound into you long and hard, and you’re going to take
every inch,” he promised.  He began moving, long slow slides in and
out.  She had never felt anything like it.  He was so deep, that she
was almost mindless from the intensity.

He increased his
speed and over and over, nailed her to the door, all while she gasped at every
push and pull.

She began to
move with him, clasping her ankles behind his back, using them as leverage to
grind her clit against the hairs on his pubic bone.

“That’s it,
baby,” he said, his breathing heavy as if he was running a race.  “
Ryann
…”

After a minute
or so, he began to get faster, pummeling into her, and she could feel the
scream building in her before she could stop herself.  The feeling was so
overwhelming, she couldn’t seem to hold it back.

“Ahh! 
Jeremy!!”  She let out a yell, not caring who heard her, and came with an
intensity that rivaled any other orgasm she had ever had.

With three more
forceful strokes, Jeremy was right there with her, and let out a loud
exhalation of air, groaning her name.  She could feel the flood of his climax
burst into her body, while their bodies pulsed around each other.

She was gasping,
feeling a little lightheaded, and her legs began to feel heavy.  He caught
them before her legs slid down his butt, and hauled her back up with one arm
while hiking up his jeans with the other.  He walked them through the
living room, and ended in the bathroom.

“You painted the
living room,” he murmured.  He lowered her to the tile floor, and steadied
both of them before reaching for a washcloth to clean them both.

He ran the towel
underneath the warm water, squeezed out the excess, then slowly cleaned her
seeping sex.  He watched her while he did it, his face a picture of
masculine satisfaction.  “I have to go away next week, too.  But I’ll
tell you something.  Knowing I’m going to come home to pounding your sweet
pussy into the door when I get back, will make the trip much more
bearable.”  

She blushed
furiously.  She really shouldn’t love it when he talked like that, should
she?

“Where are you
going next week?”  She wished she didn’t sound so dejected when she asked
the question.

“Chicago. 
I’m taking the red eye out Monday night, and I’ll be back by Friday afternoon
in time for the gala at the Institute that evening.”

“Oh.”

He dropped the
towel in the sink, then put his hands in her hair, cradling her head.  He
rubbed his lips against hers, and said, “Unfortunately, these last few weeks
have been my busy time.  But after the Chicago trip, I’ll be home for
awhile.”  He kissed her softly on the lips.  “Then I’ll be taking you
on a daily basis,” he whispered.  “So enjoy next week while you can. 
Use it as a reprieve from my constant need to be inside you,” he smiled.

She smiled back,
“I don’t want a reprieve.  I kinda like it when you’re inside me.” 
She wrapped her arms around him and could feel the hair on his chest tickle her
nipples.  It felt wonderful.

Apparently he
thought so too, because he rubbed up against her.

Her eyes lost
focus.

“Kinda
like
? 
Ooh, baby.  If you only like, then I’m not doing a very good job. 
I’ll take that as a challenge,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck, hugging her.

She chuckled and
sighed.  Here she was completely naked, in the arms of a half-naked
gorgeous man in faded jeans standing in her bathroom.  Oh, how times had
changed.

She pulled back. 
“I need to get my clothes on.”

“No, you
don’t.”  He reached down and grabbed her ass.

She smiled and
slapped at him, then pulled away.  She turned to leave the bathroom, and
said over her shoulder, “If we’re going to have any semblance of conversation this
evening, then I’m going to need clothes.”

He said after
her, “Just so you know, I’m fine with having as many conversations as you want
sans clothing.  I haven’t seen your naked body in nearly four days. 
I’m going through withdrawal.”

She giggled as
she reached the front door, and put on her bra.  He reached her and
stopped her from putting on her shirt, then pulled her in his arms. 
“Ryann,” he whispered.  “I told you, you were mine this weekend.  I
want complete access at any given time.” He slowly kissed her neck, cupping her
face with his hand.  “I can be persuasive,” he said playfully.

“I know you
can,” she murmured, while his other hand reached down and stroked her ass cheek
lightly.

“I’ll
compromise.  Why don’t you put on a robe, or a long t-shirt.  That
way it’ll be easy for me to take it off you.”  He had such a sexy and cute
glint in his eye, she couldn’t refuse him.

She rolled her
eyes and smiled.  “Are you serious?”

He raised an
eyebrow, and licked his lips.

“Fine,” she
chuckled.  “I’ll get my robe.”

He smiled back,
knowing that he’d won the round.  “I’ll meet you back on the sofa. 
And take that bra off,” he said with a lecherous grin.

She smiled and
shook her head.  “You’re such a guy.”

She grabbed her
clothes by the front door, and sauntered back to her bedroom, putting a little
extra wiggle in her hips.  She heard the hiss in his breath, so she knew
he had seen it.

She came back
out wearing her short cotton robe in a deep plum color.  He was standing
at the curtains, and looking around the room.

He bit his lip,
and looked at her legs appreciatively.  “Much better,” he murmured.

She gave him a
smirk.

“The room looks
incredible.  I love the color,” he said as he continued looking
around.  “When did you have the time to do all this?”

“I did it last
night and this morning.”

“You finished
this today?” he asked surprised.  “Baby, I told you I would’ve helped.”

“I know,” she
shrugged.  “But there was a part of me that wanted to get it done before
you came over.”

“It looks
great.”  He turned to the curtains.  “Where did you get these? 
Funky fabric…”

She told him of
her favorite fabric designer, and how she made the curtains that day.  She
mentioned she wanted to make some new throw pillows for the sofa, as well.

He raised an
eyebrow.  “You’re a woman of many talents, aren’t you?  Maybe you can
spruce up my bedroom sometime,” he said wagging his eyebrows.  Then he
walked over and scooped her up into his arms, and plopped them down onto the
sofa, putting her on his lap.

“I brought you
something.”

“You did?”

“Yup.  It’s
in the bag.  Take a look.”

He handed it to
her, and placed his hand on her outer thigh, while she pulled out a wrapped
package.  She recognized the name on the box immediately.  It was a
box of chocolate truffles from the best Chocolatier in the City.  She
remembered seeing them on a popular morning show, and knew they were insanely
expensive.

“Jeremy!” she
gasped.  “These cost a fortune!”

He winked, and
squeezed her thigh.  “That’s alright.  I’m good for it.  Open it
up.”

She did, and
noted the beauty of the designs on the chocolates.  “I almost feel like I
should hoard them they’re so beautiful.”  She turned to him with a wistful
look on her face.  “Thank you,” she said and touched his face, leaning in
to kiss him.

“You’re very
welcome.  And no hoarding allowed.  These are made to be enjoyed.”

Knowing his love
of chocolate, she said giggling, “Why do I feel like this gift is as much for
you as it is for me?”

“I have no
idea,” he said with an innocent look on his face.  “These are yours to
share with whomever you would like to share them.”

He waited a
beat, and asked with boyish charm, “Anyone come to mind?”

She paused,
looking up as if she was thinking.  “Definitely Ayanna.  She would
love these.”

He rolled his
eyes.  “Anyone else you can think of?”

He was so
adorable.  She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I suppose I could
share a couple with you.”

“What a great
idea...Thank you,” he said with a smile, and grabbed one out of the box and
rubbed it along her lips.  “Bite.”

The familiar
dampness that flowed from her every time he was near was back again.  He
aroused her so effortlessly.  Maybe it was good she
hadn’t
put her
clothes back on.