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“More?” he asks, his voice deeper and rougher than before.
I nod my head. I don’t trust myself to speak; I’m afraid of what I might ask him to do to me. The pressure on my nipple increases, and my clit begins to throb. Jeremy leans in, teeth scraping against my neck before tugging the lobe of my ear. He brings his lips to mine and this kiss isn’t gentle, it’s teeth and tongue and lust and power. I can’t get enough of it. Jeremy kisses me hard and deep and like he never wants to let me go. He kisses me until I can’t breathe, until I feel dizzy.
Jeremy releases my nipple. His fingers skate down my side before his hand slides between my slick thighs. I’m panting, already strung out on the pleasure he’s given me. I part my legs eagerly and he slides a finger into me. My inner walls clench as his finger pushes deeper. His thumb brushes my clit. I moan, and he presses another finger into me. His thumb moves more deliberately against me, making my hips buck and my hands clench on his shoulders. His fingers wring another moan from my lips. My hips are moving faster and I can feel the pleasure building, red-hot, a fever threatening to burn up everything in its path. I feel consumed by pleasure and need, wild and reckless. My world narrows to nothing more than the feel of Jeremy’s fingers stroking that sweet spot inside of me and his thumb fast and hard on my clit. My entire body tenses, shakes and my heart thunders as orgasm slams into me so hard I see stars. Jeremy gently eases his fingers from me, and I watch, transfixed as brings them to his lips to lick them clean.
“You really do taste divine,” hesays.
I smile and shift closer to him. His breath hitches, and I feel his cock twitch. I shift again. This time more deliberately, swaying my hips. He groans, and his fingers tighten on myhips.
“Carrie,” he says grabbing my hips, holding me still. “While I do have a great deal of control, I am only human.” His voice is low, dark and edged with danger. It doesn’t frighten me. It excitesme.
“I want…” I turn my head slightly so I’m looking into his eyes. “Iwant…”
“You want?” He pauses, waiting for me to finish.
What do I want? I want him to tell me I can’t leave. I want him to tell me I’m trapped. I want him to tell me if I leave, I’ll die. I want you to keep me so I don’t have to think about why I want to stay. I want you fuck me. I don’t say any of those things, though. I can’t. Instead, I say, “I want to touch you. Please. Jeremy, can I touchyou?”
“Of course.” And the want in his voice makes me shiver.
