CHAPTER NINE

The house was dark when they got back, and Christina made sure not to let the screen door hit the frame and make a racket. They crept down the hallway, Jeremy pausing outside her parents' door to ensure they were asleep.

He closed the door behind them and locked it. "Just in case," he said, then unzipped his pants and kicked them off. His shirt followed, and before she could take a breath, he was naked, and quite unashamed of it.

Lean and muscled, his body was majestic, far more than she ever imagined herself with.

"Well come on, 'Fraidy Cat," he said, jerking his head at her. "Put your money where your mouth is."

Christina put her fingers to the top button on her blouse and froze. The reality of the situation hit her. She bit her lip and noticed that her hands were shaking.

Jeremy moved toward her and took her into his arms, smoothing his hand over her hair. "Breathe," he told her, his voice soothing. "Just breathe, Chrissy." He kissed her ear. "I'd never want you to do anything you didn't want to. You know that, right?"

She turned her face toward him and saw sincerity staring back at her. "I want this," she said, and feathered her lips over his.

"Thank God," he groaned against her neck. "I don't think I could stop myself."

He assaulted her lips, the kiss bordering on sudden violence. She responded, unable to fight her feelings, unable to stem the tide of lust that swept over her.

He knelt on the trundle bed and beckoned to her, climbing under the covers and holding them open for her.

She unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers shaking something terrible, which made it seem like it took damn near forever. She felt awkward and embarrassed, until she looked up and caught him staring at her with rapt attention.

In that instant, she felt sexy instead, for the first time in her life. Taking a quick, shallow breath, she slowly undid each button, then, instead of taking off her blouse, she turned around and unzipped the back of her skirt.

The sound of his breath catching had her heart racing in her chest. She didn’t want this to just be an experience for her, but for him too. She shimmied out of her skirt, letting it fall in a pool at her feet. Ever so carefully, she slid her blouse off her shoulders, easing it down her back until she dropped it too, leaving only her lacy bra and panties. The show was hopefully as much of a turn on for him as it was for her.

"Get over here, you wicked temptress."

She stifled a laugh and turned to walk to the bed, sliding under the covers and nestled close to him.

Jeremy stared down at her, an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you sure?" he asked after a moment.

Christina nodded her head. "Yes. I want this with you."

His kiss was sweet, and despite being packed together in her small trundle bed, he felt like heaven against her. She'd fantasized about the moment for so long, she didn't think there was any way the real thing could measure up.

But it did. It blew her adolescent fantasies out of the water.

Jeremy undid her bra in a practiced move that surprised her. One moment her bra was on, the next moment it was gone and his hands were cupping her breasts. She had no reason to complain, however, when his mouth set to work on her.

"I need to go slow," he said against her breasts, as if he were half talking to himself. "But you've got me in such a state of need, I’m scared I can’t do much more than take you like I wanna."

"Forget slow," she panted. "I need you."

He went rigid against her, pausing only for a second. He growled at the base of her neck and stuck his thumbs under the waistband of her panties, pulling them slowly down her legs, the whole time his eyes watching hers.

"Please, Jeremy," she said when he moved down and his tongue teased her belly button. "I can't take much more. I want you inside me."

"You're testing my control," he said, his voice shaky against her stomach.

She grabbed his hair and pulled, forcing his head back up to her face. "So lose control." She bent down to kiss him, her tongue licking at his lips until he opened to her.

Jeremy moved back up and pushed his face against her neck to muffle his groan as he undulated his hips forward, rubbing his shaft down her wet lips.

Christina wrapped her legs around him. "Please, Jeremy. Stop teasing me. Shit."

He nestled himself between her thighs and grumbled something before leaning over the bed to pull a condom out of the pocket of his Wranglers.

The room was dark, the faintest hint of the porch light glowing through the slats of her blinds. His body was an outline of his shape in the dimness, but she watched with intense interest as he rolled the tight rubber over his swollen flesh.

He reached down and stroked her, coating his fingers in her sticky wetness. Her hips bucked up and he chuckled. "Calm down, little filly. We'll get there."

He leaned over her, rubbing the thick head of his cock down her soft skin, his up and down movements mirroring his fingers earlier in the truck.

She couldn’t take any more teasing, not now when they were so close. Christina's head started thrashing against the pillow and she moaned loudly, her body taking over and making her demand more than he was giving.

He grabbed her chin and put his face beside hers. "This might hurt, baby. Tell me to slow down if you need me too." Jeremy spread her legs and fit himself between them. He rested there, not entering her.

"Please, Jeremy. Stop talking and make love to me," she begged again.

"Hush," he whispered, then slowly kissed her.

She couldn't be gentle, she bit at his lower lip in frustration.

Jeremy groaned against her lips and pressed into her warmth.

The sensation was strange, tight, unfamiliar for her. She tried her hardest to relax, to adjust to having him inside her.

He seemed to know just how to calm her, making slow love to her neck with his mouth. His hands were at her breasts, gently kneading, thumbs sliding over nipples.

Before long her hips were pushing upward, accepting more of his length. “More,” she whispered roughly.

"Yes," he said, "God yes."

She grew more reckless, picking up her pace until he held her hips down to the bed. "I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I can't hold back any more," he said, then fastened his lips over hers.

He thrust in deep and she gasped, but he kept her mouth covered so she couldn't cry out loud. Sharp pain shot through her stomach, sending her heart to racing.

"Shh..." he said, frozen inside her. He stroked her hair and kissed her neck. "Just relax. Breathe."

Christina wondered for a moment if this was all worth it, but he took his time with her, and soon, the pain began to fade.

Jeremy worshipped her breasts, kissing, licking, sucking, until her hips were moving again, this time creating a delicious friction with him inside her.

He groaned against her. "No more pain?"

She shook her head and gave him a shy smile.

"Thank the Lord," he said, then pressed himself home.

The feeling was like nothing else. She felt stretched wide but it was good, right. The sensation moved quickly to a playful tingle, like electricity dancing across her middle. Christina wrapped her legs around him again and it was all the signal he needed. Jeremy thrust deep, over and over again, his pace picking up until she felt like she would scream.

His thrusting was incredible, but it drove her right to the edge and kept her there. Climax just beyond her, barely out of reach.

"Not yet," he said, rocking his hips forward and massaging her with his cock. "Don't worry, you'll come again. But not yet. I want us to go together."

Christina was shaking with need, her hips rising to meet him despite his insistence to remain in control. She needed him more than her next breath, and the thought caused her insides to ache.

"Do you want to come for me again?" he asked, his voice guttural. "I want to feel you do it while you’re wrapped around my cock, Chrissy. Are you gonna do it for me?"

He reached between them and ran his thumb over her clit as she cried out loudly. "Yes," she groaned, and let herself go, tumbling into her climax.

"Chrissy," he moaned, burying his face in her neck and thrusting hard as he milked himself with her sweet body.

Afterwards she lay in his arms, both of them trying to catch their breath.

"That was..." she breathed, at a loss for words.

"Phenomenal?" he replied. "Fantastic? Out of this world amazing?"

Christina laughed. "Cocky bastard."

Jeremy chuckled. "I was talking about your performance, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss into her neck.

She had just dozed off when she realized that she was being lifted and carried to her bed. Jeremy tucked her in, then padded to the door to unlock and open it.

He returned to her bedside, bending over to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Good night, baby," he said. "Sleep well."

Thoughts bombarded her. What about the future? What does this mean? How can we...

Anxiety battered at her, but Christina was already shrouded in a fuzzy cloud of contentment. She fell to sleep, her thoughts scattering to the wind of her dreams.