Release (26 page)

When he moved to
her neck, she was in a sexual fog, her muscles already lax.  “What are you
working on back here?” she murmured, angling her neck for his lips.

“Stuff,” he
murmured back.  He turned them, so that he was backing her into the
woodshop, a wicked smile on his face.  “You know what I’ve been thinking
about today?” he asked, backing her up until she hit his client’s desk she had
admired at the beginning of the week.

“What’s that?”
she breathed, her stomach fluttering.

He leaned down
so that his mouth was at her ear.  “I’ve been thinking about getting you
naked in here,” he said, biting her earlobe.

She gasped
lightly, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. 
Seeing your mouth watering curves…your glowing skin…in the midst of all my
tools, all of this warm wood that I have my hands on for hours.”  He ground
into her when he said ‘wood.’  “It makes sense, doesn’t it?  Since I
love having my hands on you for hours, too.”

He continued
sucking at her neck, gripping skin between his teeth and gently rolling it,
while his hands reached the hem of her pink t-shirt and pulled it over her
head.  He tossed it to his workbench, then his hands went to the waistband
of her yoga pants.  “This is pretty,” he murmured, stroking his finger
over the lace of her delicate pink bra.  “Maybe you’ll leave this on,” he
said.  “This innocent pink makes me want to defile you,” he said, his
tongue pressed to his top teeth.  He pulled her pants down her legs,
helping her step out of them.

He reached for
her matching pink lace thong, and began lowering them down her thighs, but
stopped at her knees.

She was about to
finish taking them off, but he stopped her and said, “Turn around.”

She looked up at
him, and he ran his hand down her back, then squeezed her ass cheek.  He
gently turned her so she was facing the desk, hitting her at her waist.

He whispered in
her ear.  “Have I told you that my client is a tall man?  It makes
this desk the perfect height for what I want to do to you.”  He switched
his mouth to her other ear.  “Do you think he’ll mind if we christen it?”

He gently pushed
her down onto the desk surface, which immediately warmed to her body.  She
heard him unsnap his jeans.

He ran his hand
down her back.  The warm, calloused palm felt so good, she immediately
arched her back into it.

“You’re skin is
so soft.”  He unsnapped her bra.  “Maybe we’ll take this off after
all.”  He helped her take the bra off.

She breathed out
a sigh, when the front of her body met the wood of the desk.  Her breasts
on the wood felt strangely delicious.  She could feel her sex preparing
itself for him, feeling creamy between her thighs, anticipating what he was
about to do to her.

“It feels good
on your skin, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she
breathed.

She could feel
the coolness in the shift of air behind her.  Then she felt his breath at
her ass.  She tried to turn her head to look behind her.  “Jeremy?”
she asked warily.

Then she felt
him kiss her ass cheek.  A nervous sound left her mouth.  The erotic
sensations pulsing through her caused more slick arousal to gather.

His lips went to
the crease at the bottom of her ass cheek where it met the back of her
thigh.  She jumped, and he chuckled.  One finger traced the other
crease on her other leg, while his lips nibbled at the other one.  “It’s
sensitive back here, isn’t it?”

She moaned in
reply.  It was.  More than she realized.  It felt wonderful, in
a dark forbidden sort of way.

As he continued
teasing her, kissing and sucking at the creases under her cheeks, he dipped his
finger into her.  It felt big since she couldn’t spread her legs due to
her thong binding her knees.

“Mmm,” his lips
vibrated against her skin.  “So fucking wet for me.  I
love
that,” he murmured.  “Do you like it when I kiss you here?” his lips
against her ass.

“Yes…” she
moaned.

He bit gently
into her skin, and she gasped, feeling another gush of wetness surround his
slowly pumping finger.

“You like
that?  A little bite of pain?”  He continued nibbling at her,
occasionally letting his teeth sink deeper.

“Ahh…Jeremy…”
she gasped.

He removed his
finger from her, and began slowly climbing his hands up the sides of her
legs.  She was squirming, needing to move, wishing her thong was off
because she wanted more freedom to spread her legs.

His hands hadn’t
moved from her thighs yet.  “Where else?  Your nipples?  Do you
want me to pinch your nipples, baby?” 

His voice was
rough and soft, and she swore she would come just by listening to him talk to
her.

She groaned in
frustration, gyrating her hips in earnest at this point.  He bit at one
ass cheek, while slapping the other, then rubbing it with his hand.

“Ahh,” she
gasped, the dual stings bringing her so close to orgasm that she was no longer
able to form a coherent thought.   All she knew was that if he
continued to talk to her, and play with her ass, she was going to come. 
God, was it possible to come just by listening to his voice, while he touched
her ass?  She was lost in the sea of this new experience, and was quickly
becoming disoriented.

“Should I slip
my finger inside your pussy again?  Dip into that sweet cream and spread
it all over your clit?  Or maybe I should touch your gorgeous pink rosebud
between your ass cheeks.”

She
whimpered.  Oh, God.  She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this.

“I’m going to do
that to you soon, Ryann.  Touch every.  Inch.  Of your
body.  Then it will all belong to me,” he murmured, lifting one hand, and
rubbing and tickling the small of her back.

“But right now,
I just want to bury myself so deep inside you, you won’t be able to walk for a
week.  You’ll be thinking of me when I’m gone.  You’ll remember me
fucking you on this desk.”

He stood behind
her, and ran his hand from her ass all the way up her back, until it settled in
her hair.  He tugged slightly, and leaned down to her ear.  “Stand up
for me, baby.”

She hadn’t been
expecting that.  She stood and he turned her around, helping her take off
her thong.  Then he took them and held them to his nose.  “I’ll be
adding this to my collection,” he said, stuffing them in his pocket.

“Geez Louise,”
she giggled, flushed.  “My underwear collection is seriously dwindling,
mister.”

“That’s the
idea.  I’ll buy you more.”

“So you can take
those, too?” she teased.  “Are you trying to tell me something? 
Perhaps you have a secret life as a cross dresser who has a predilection toward
women’s lingerie.”

“I
do
have a predilection toward women’s lingerie.  Especially when you’re
wearing it.”

Then without
warning, he lifted her until she was perched on the desk, and her hands grasped
the desk top edge for support. 

His eyes were
looking at her dripping core.  She was soaked for him.

“Lean back,” he
breathed.

He ran his hand
up her stomach between her breasts, and gently pressed her back to the desk,
her head nearly falling over the side.

“I’m gonna go
down on you now, Ryann,” he said as a warning.  “I’m gonna lick your
pretty pink pussy...and tease you...until your pussy is so greedy, it’s sucking
at me, clenching around my mouth so I know how much it wants my dick inside of
it.”

She whimpered
during his speech.  God, he may not have been a painter, but the erotic
pictures he painted with his words were works of art.

He crouched
slightly, but then grabbed both globes of her ass and lifted her hips off the
desk so her womanhood met his mouth. 

“Put your legs
over my shoulders, baby...that’s it.”  Her lower body was lifted off the
desk, and he swooped down, put his lips on her, and swallowed her whole. 
He kissed her with his open mouth, penetrating his tongue deep inside her,
never taking his eyes off of hers.  He ate at her as if she were his
favorite meal, and he was a starved man, making sounds of satisfaction and
approval as he devoured her.  He used his teeth, grazing her clit, and she
was lost, letting out a scream, breathing so heavily from the overwhelming
feelings, that she felt faint.  He captured the nub between his lips and
sucked, all while continuing to look her in the eyes, his own bright with
carnal hunger.

She was letting
out keening gasps, until he stopped, and smiled wickedly against her. 
While he took nibbles at her, he murmured, “So greedy.  You’re so ready
for me.”  He gave her one last swipe of his tongue on her clit, then said,
“I’m gonna fuck this sweet little pussy of yours now, baby.”

He lowered her
down to meet his proud thickness, and his cock massaged her, spreading her
wetness all over.  Keeping her legs over his shoulders, and his hands on
her ass, he slowly pushed himself inside.

Once he was
seated to the hilt, he waited a moment until she was looking at him, then made
long strokes in and out, slowly, and she moaned as he looked down to watch him
penetrate her.

He felt so
incredible.  Everything he did seemed to open a new world of sensation to
her.  She moved with him, picking up on the rhythm, and he reached down to
caress her breasts, her nipples.  His hand moved with her, adding to the
cadence of their lovemaking.

He brought his other
hand down between them, and rubbed at the swollen bundle of nerves, while his
other hand found her nipple and grasped it lightly between his fingers, then
rubbing it with his thumb.

At this point
she was writhing on the desk, begging him to finish.  It was absolute
torture.  The dual stimulation caused her to buck, but because he held
firm to her nipple, her breast was being stretched and elongated, each time he
pushed against her.

It didn’t take
more than three seconds, before she found herself pumping madly against him,
loving the all encompassing friction of his cock inside her, his thumb on her
clit, and his fingers holding her nipple.  She was climbing closer and
closer to the edge. 

Before she knew
what was happening, Jeremy let go of her nipple and clit, then grabbed her
hips, and slammed into her over and over. He let out a primal yell, surging so
powerfully into her that the table moved. 

She screamed,
holding onto the desk, as he crashed into her once, twice, three times, the
force of his thrusts scraping the table along the floor.  Then he pummeled
into her one last time, and held her tight to him as he came.  It went on
and on, convulsing inside her, yelling as if he’d just won a prize. 

“Fuck.”  He
was still inside her, semi hard, breathing heavily, “When you clench around
me...
fuck. 
I just can’t seem to be gentle with you.”  He took
a moment to calm his breathing, and she did as well.  “Did I hurt you?” he
asked, a disconcerted tone in his voice. 

She smiled and
groaned happily.  She had never felt more alive.  As far as she was
concerned, she wouldn’t change a thing.  What was she turning into?

She clenched her
muscles around him and ground against him.  He moaned in response to her
subconscious answer.  “Sex kitten.”

She
chuckled.  “If you let go of me right now, be prepared to pick me up off
of the floor a moment later.  There is no way I’ll be able to stand on my
own,” she said still trying to catch her breath. He eased out of her while she
rested on the desk.  He pulled up his jeans, and left their clothes where
they were.

In a surprise move, he lifted her, then tossed her
over his shoulder, fireman style.

“Ahh!” she
squealed.  “Jeremy!” she yelled, her breath rushing out of her due to her
stomach on his shoulder.

He smacked her
ass, then turned his face into her thigh and sucked at her skin.

She jolted, but
his arm around her thighs kept her still.  “Friggin’ Neanderthal,” she
muttered, smacking his butt.

When she saw him
approaching the stairs, she struggled more.  “Jeremy, I’m about to pass
out here.”

He easily swung
her around so he was carrying her in the front, then kissed her quickly. 
“Sorry, baby.  You bring out the animal in me.”

He carried her
up the stairs, glancing occasionally at her breasts.  “I love your tits,”
he murmured.

She
groaned.  “Why do men like that word.  It’s so…adolescent.”

He
chuckled.  “Because that’s all we are anyway.  Just a bunch of horny
pubescent boys.”

“Lovely,” she
muttered, then squealed when he tossed her on his bed.

“Don’t
move.  I’ll be right back,” he winked.

He came back a
minute later with a warm wash cloth.  He apparently liked to clean her
this way.  She blushed, and he let his warm gaze travel her body, while he
wiped her clean with the warm, wet towel.  She wiggled when he stroked her
sex, paying special attention to her clit.

He looked her in
the eye, his own heavy lidded.  Then he sighed, looking slightly
disgruntled, and said, “You’re a beautiful woman, Ryann.”

“Thank you,” she
said shyly.  “Don’t sound so happy about it.”

“I meant what I
said last night about you being off the market,” his voice low.

She swallowed,
“I know.”

“So...when men
try to pick you up, tell them you’re not available.”

She swallowed,
and thought of Armand DiCarlo.

“The man who’s
arranging the showing of the Mackenzie Renault painting for the gala…Armand
DiCarlo.  Any chance he’s met you yet?” he asked casually.

She
blinked.  Wow, he was either a psychic, or just crazy perceptive. 
She began to feel a slight panic come over her.  She nodded.

“And?”

Oh, boy. 

“And what?”

“And…how did
that go?”  He was still acting casually, but she could tell he wasn’t
feeling casual.  He was stroking her inner thighs, but his touch was
becoming slower.