Release (35 page)

Then
he put the jar down one last time and settled in for his feast.  And feast
he did.

His
hot tongue licked from the bottom to the top, then took a side trip to the
creases at her hip joints and sucked there.  He found his way back to her
center, and suckled her, bringing her to the brink, then backing off, humming,
causing vibrations which brought her closer to the edge again.  But he
would never finish her off.  He just kept teasing her.

“What
else did I do in your dream?” his lips murmured against her nether lips. She
was frantically moving her head from side to side, but she couldn’t form the
words, she was so close to her release. He backed away and repeated his
question.

She
moaned in frustration.  “Nothing,” she gasped.  “I woke up… please,
Jeremy…”

He
leaned over her, and put his lips to her ear.  “What do you need?”

“You
know
what I need!” she nearly screamed.

He
chuckled, still whispering in her ear.  “Is it time for your shower
fucking?” he said slowly, savoring every syllable.

Two
could play at this game.  She gained control of her breathing, then said,
“Almost.”

He
looked at her, curious.

“I
just remembered another place I dreamed the chocolate went…”

He
smiled, “Where, baby?”

“On
your back, Jeremy,” she commanded with a teasing tone.

“Mmm,
that’s kinky.  Chocolate on my back…”

“No,
I want you on your back.  Now, please.”

A
glimmer of realization reached his eyes, as he slowly obliged her and laid down
on his back.  He looked as if he was going to burst from the seams soon,
his cock so hard it looked painful.

The
color was high on his cheekbones, and his green eyes were nearly black with
craving and desire.

She
got up and grabbed the jar, then brought it over and straddled his knees. 
With absolute delight, she dipped the spoon in the jar, and coated his long
hard cock with chocolate drips, rubbing the inner curve of the spoon over the
tip.

The
hiss that escaped Jeremy’s lips was the sound of victory.  She put the jar
down, then smiled her sexiest sex kitten smile, held her hair back with one
hand, and leaned down lapping at his base, watching him with her eyes the whole
time.

He
groaned, watching her as well.

She
ran her tongue up the length, licking her lips to catch all of the drips, but
didn’t touch the tip.  She just started at the base all over again on
another side.

He
put his hands in her hair, holding it back for her, freeing up her hands. 
His grip became tighter as she got closer to his tip, but she withheld her
tongue from that area again, making one more trip from the base up his length,
licking him clean except for the bulb at the top.  Her hands began
massaging his balls.

“Ryann,”
he growled in a gasp, sounding like he was about to lose it.  “You’re
fucking
killing
me,” he groaned.

She
smiled up at him, then put the tip of his penis in her mouth and sucked him
clean, enjoying the yell that reverberated the depths of his chest.

“Ahh,”
he groaned loudly through gritted teeth. 

The grip on her hair was now so tight, she felt that she had
achieved enough success.  She looked at him with a sultry gaze, and still
lapping at his tip like a little kitten at a bowl of cream, she whispered
against him innocently, “I’m ready for my shower fucking now.”

He practically roared, and vaulted off the bed,
picking her up, walking quickly into the bathroom.  He walked into the
shower that seemed larger than her bedroom, and put her down, then turned on
the faucets.

When
he turned back to look at her, she stepped back with a little trepidation until
her back hit the tile wall.  The shower began to steam up as the water
heated, but it wasn’t nearly as hot as the look on Jeremy’s face.

Although
he was only a couple of steps away, he used that short distance to stalk toward
her, his eyes taking on an animalistic gleam.

If
teasing him brought this out in him, she would have to do it more often. 
He looked like an animal who had just captured his prey, and was about to
ravish it.  Now, she was the anxious one, and he was definitely the one in
control.

Before
he reached her, he let his hungry eyes slowly eat her up, from the tips of her
toes, settling for a few seconds at the juncture of her thighs, then reaching
her breasts.  When his eyes met hers, she swallowed with a little bit of
apprehension.

He
leaned both hands on the tile wall on either side of her head, caging her
in.  “Did you like teasing me, kitten?” he whispered, with his eyes glittering.

In
a moment of confidence, she raised her chin and with a twinkle in her eye,
nodded yes very slowly.  She licked her lips catching some of the
chocolate that was still left there.

He
pressed her body to the shower wall, and leaned down to her ear.  He took
the earlobe between his teeth, then whispered, “I’m going to wash every inch of
you.  Nice and slow.  Then I’m going to take you against this tile
wall.  You remember when I took you against your front door?”

She
nodded, aroused beyond belief.  Oh, she remembered.  It was kinda
unforgettable.

“You’re
gonna be hot and wet for me, baby...inside and out, this time,” he said without
moving his head, his teeth still around her earlobe.

She
let out a strangled sound.

“I’m
going to pound so deep inside of you, you’re going to come harder than you ever
have before, baby.”  He released her earlobe.  “I can’t wait to hear
you screaming,” he continued in his sand papery voice.

She
was breathing heavily, waiting for him to make his move.  When he stepped
back, he reached for his woodsy spicy shower gel and squeezed some into his
hands.  Once they were lathered, he looked at her and said, “Come closer.”

She
took a calming breath, and did as he asked.

“Now
stand under the spray of the faucets.”

There
were two on opposite walls, with a huge waterfall showerhead on the ceiling
overhead.  She stepped under the heated sprays, and closed her eyes in
ecstasy at the feeling of the hot water hitting her already sensitized body
from all directions.  It was decadent.

He
came up behind her and reached around under her arms and began washing her
breasts, taking his time plucking at her nipples.

“Put
your arms out to your sides and hold onto those shelves.”  She looked out,
and on each side of her, built into the tile walls, were shelves.  In
fact, there were shelves placed all over the shower.

She
did as he asked, and he finished cleaning her breasts, then pushed her gently
forward so the two side showerheads sprayed water onto her nipples.  The
feeling was incredible.  She almost thought she would come just like this,
she was so overstimulated.  She imagined these faucets hit him at his
ribcage, but because of their height difference, they hit her right on the
sides of her breasts, teasing her.

He
began running his hands down her back washing it, then moved back up to knead
her shoulders.  Her head naturally fell forward, and she let out a soft
moan. 

His
slippery hands continued their soapy journey as he kneeled behind her and
skimmed past her ass to her legs, washing each one from toes to thigh.  On
the way up, he paid special attention to her ass, running his slick hand
between her cheeks.

She
gasped and steadied herself even more.

He
continued his ministrations, caressing her ass, plumping her cheeks, planting
kisses along her curves.

Her
breathing picked up.  “Jeremy...” she whimpered.

“I
told you I was going to wash every inch of you.  This is what happens when
you tease me to the point of insanity, Ryann,” he murmured against her
skin.   “Now, it’s my turn...” 

He
nuzzled between her cheeks, taking bites of her flesh, and she whimpered again,
now holding onto the shelves for fear of falling.

“Spread
your legs for me, baby,”

At
this point, she was on the edge, and she prayed her moment of release was just
around the corner.  She didn’t think she could take much more of this
torment.  She’d do whatever he asked.

He
soaped his hands again, and reached one hand forward to clean her pussy,
removing all of the sticky chocolate that remained, then his hand slowly played
with her, toying with her nub, causing it to swell even more.  At the same
time, his other hand caressed her ass one last time, and slipped forward
underneath her to allow two fingers to slip into her wet core.

She
gasped, and felt as if she were moments from shattering.

Then,
without warning, his thumb pressed against the rosebud of her ass, and she let
out a guttural sound that came from the depths of her core.

The
hot water was spraying onto her breasts, one hand was rubbing her clit, the
other hand had fingers inside her while his thumb was pressing her ass, and he
was moving them all at the same time.  The sensation of being filled in
every way, along with the hot
water pounding at
her in every direction, caused her to grip the shelves she had been holding,
nearly ripping them off the tile wall.  Her head moved back so the water
pounded at her neck.

All
kinds of sexual sounds were involuntarily escaping her body, as she began
pumping madly against all of his fingers, glorying in the awareness that she
was with a man who could make her feel so alive, and teach her how to let go,
how to release herself from all inhibitions.

She
gasped and sobbed as she quickly raced to that finish that would bring her
complete relief.

“That’s
it, baby…that’s it, baby…come on…” he said against her ass.

A
moment later, he pressed at all three pressure points that he had captured with
his hands, and lightly bit down onto her ass cheek, and she screamed…convulsing
around him.

She
cried out over and over, shattering into what felt like a million pieces,
straining against his hands, coming and coming, until like a rag doll she fell
back onto him, and he removed his hands from inside her, catching her from
falling.

He
quickly stood behind her, and with one arm around her waist holding her up, he
used his other hand to quickly washed the chocolate from himself, and turned
her so her back was against the tile.

His
eyes looked ravenous, his breathing heavy…but she didn’t even think she could
go another round.  She was completely spent…he had rung her out, and she
was still trying to recover.

“Jeremy,
please…” she began, trying to catch her breath.  “No more…I can’t…” she
whimpered.

He
chuckled.  “Oh, you can
. 
I want one more, baby, and you’re
going to give it me.”

He
lifted her quickly and easily, put her back to the wall, and wrapped her legs
around him, holding her in place.  He anchored his feet on the floor where
it met the wall behind them, securing them from falling, and then he slowly,
inch by inch, pushed inside her wet, slick folds.  All the way in until
she made a mewling sound.

She
had almost forgotten what this felt like from this position…almost.  But
he reminded her very quickly.

He
thrust up, and she screamed at the force of it.  Her hands grappled for
support, and she settled on winding her arms around his neck.

“Hold
on, baby.  I’m going to take you hard.”

And
with that as her only warning, he pulled out then hammered into her.  And
she held on, crying out over and over as he pounded into her, her hands clawing
at his shoulders while he nailed her to the wall.

He
was completely out of control, as he neared his own completion, he growled, “I
love you….I love you…fuck, baby.  You feel so fucking
good
.” 
He yelled through his teeth.

It
was his declaration of love, and his words, that spurred her body into action,
and somehow finding the strength inside her, she ground against him every
chance she got, and allowed herself to be overcome by the emotions and feelings
inside her.

“I
love you, Jeremy…” she panted. “I love you…” she gasped again, kissing his
eyelids, his forehead, his face.

He
roared, and she could feel him coming inside her, triggering her own surrender
as she screamed.

Her
body had felt like it’d been put through an intense workout, sore in places she
didn’t even know she had muscles.  It took Jeremy about 30 seconds before
he came back down from his own high, and slowly pulled out of her, letting her
slide down the wall.  She could barely stand.

He
chuckled.  “Here, baby.  Sit here while I wash your hair.”  He
directed her to a built in stool in the corner, and stroked her face.

He
came back a moment later with his bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and spent
the next couple of minutes washing her hair, massaging her scalp, and making
her feel like melting into the floor.  After he washed, he would take one
of the handheld side showerheads, and bring it over, rinsing her hair
out.  Then he did it again with the conditioner.

Allowing
her a moment of recovery, he washed his own hair, then turned off the
water.  He dried them both, then lifted her still wrapped in her towel and
brought her back to the bed, laying her down.  Miraculously, no chocolate
had gotten onto the sheets, so he unwrapped her, and pulled the covers up over
her, threw the towel in the hamper and climbed in after her.

She
couldn’t move.  She was exactly where he had dumped her.

He
looked at her with tenderness and a bit of concern.  “I’m sorry,
baby.  Was I too rough?” he asked, genuinely contrite.  “If you turn
over, I’ll rub your back.”

She
wasn’t going to pass that up, so she turned onto her stomach.

“God,
Ryann!”  He sounded alarmed.

“What?”

“You’re
back…it’s all red!  Did I do this to you?  My
God
.”  He
took a moment to calm himself.  “Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting
you?!”

“You
didn’t…It felt wonderful,” she purred.

He
lightly stroked his fingers down her spine, causing goose bumps to rise on her
back.

“Mmm…”

“It
looks like you have a rug burn.  I can’t believe I didn’t see this in the
shower.”

She
chuckled into the pillow.  “You had other things on your mind.”

“You
told me ‘no more.’  I should’ve listened to you,” he cursed.

She
turned her head to look at him, “Hey.”

He
looked at her, genuine worry in his eyes.

She
leaned up on her knees next to him.  “Hey,” she said again, grabbing his
face to look at her.  “I love every second of how you enjoy my
body…because I’m enjoying it just as much.”  She cleared her throat and
began to blush.  “I like it when…you’re a little rough.  I didn’t
realize how much I would, but I do.  It makes me feel…powerful…like I can
make you lose control.”

He
reached his hand up under her dark hair, and held her head.  He kissed her
lightly, then looked at her with a smile tinged with embarrassment.

“You
do
make me lose control.  But I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

She
gripped his hair with both hands.  “Listen to me, buddy.  If you dial
it back one notch, I’ll know it, and I’ll be pissed.  I’m not going to
break.  When you love my body, I want you to love it the way you
want
to love it…and you need to know that I want you to love it that way too...got
it?”

He
snickered.  “My, you’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?”

He
rested her back down, so she was back on her stomach.  “Let me get some
lotion.  I want to love your body gently right now…give you a nice rub
down.”

“If
that’ll make you feel better,” she muttered with a smile.

“It
will.”

By
the time he finished with her shoulders and was working his way to her back,
she was already asleep.