His body was a work of art, a fine, chiselled sculpture that belonged in a museum beside Michelangelo’s David. His muscles weren’t just for show, either. He worked in construction, building many of the homes in Liberty before he became mayor. I grew up watching him chop wood, cut down trees, and build things with his bare hands.
And his body was as beautiful and perfect as it was back then.
I ran my hands down his washboard abs, feeling the muscles tremble as I worked down toward his manhood. I’d felt him the night before, but this was the first time I got to see it. I couldn’t even wrap my hand around him fully. I stroked him, moving my hand up and down while meeting his gaze.
If there was any doubt left in his mind, it slipped away as I stroked his cock. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted me.
Jeremiah gently removed my hand, and for a second, I thought he might be stopping me. But he dropped to his knees onto the floor. He pushed my thighs apart, burying his head between them. His fingers parted my lips, and his tongue… oh God, his tongue found just the right spot to make my entire body tremble like an earthquake.
He licked me, slow and languorously, as if he were savoring it. As if he was enjoying it and never wanted it to end.
The feeling was mutual.
His nails bit into the flesh of my hips, holding me in place as he licked ferociously. His tongue was buried deep inside of me, tasting me from the inside out. My hands gripped the back of his head, pressing him into me. My legs were now draped over his shoulders, heels digging into his back.
“Jeremiah, yes,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
Not that he was giving me any indication of stopping. He was licking and fucking me with his tongue like it was his job. He knew all the right spots to hit, the rhythm to bring me right to the brink.
My nails dug into his scalp as I cried out. My orgasm hit me hard and fast, taking me by surprise. I would normally have tried to be quiet for the babies’ sake, but I didn’t have time to prepare.
I threw my head back and let the pleasure wash over me. I couldn’t believe I was here, orgasming because of my dad’s best friend’s tongue. The man of my dreams.
As soon as my orgasm subsided, I pulled on his hair.
“Come up here,” I said, my voice still shaky. “Now.”
Jeremiah stood up, but he wasn’t standing for long. I pulled him onto the bed, on top of me. Our bodies crashed together. I wrapped my legs around him, everything pressing against him. His lips met mine, and I tasted myself on him.
You’d think my orgasm would have sated me, but it did nothing but light the flame inside me. I needed more of him.
His cock rubbed against me, teasing my opening and stroking my clit. I reached down, gripped him with my hand, and guided him to where he needed to go.
Jeremiah thrust into me with a deep, satisfied groan. He buried himself inside, balls deep, with one thrust. He stayed that way for a second, letting our bodies get used to the sensation.
I wondered if I’d ever get used to his thickness stretching me, but the feeling of him sheathed inside me was amazing. I clenched my Kegels around me, squeezing and releasing, which brought out another lengthy groan.
“Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me, Elle” he growled, before slowing rocking back and forth, moving in and out of me.
Our bodies found our own perfect rhythm. Jeremiah began moving faster, thrusting deeper and deeper and hitting all the right spots. Every thrust, I arched upward to meet him. We were in perfect harmony, and nothing had ever felt so perfect in my life.
He rested his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. He took my hands in his, pressing them against the bed as he continued fucking me. It was so intimate. So perfect. It was like my first time all over again. Which was even more perfect, since I’d always wanted my first time to be with him.
So many emotions bubbled to the surface. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but it was too soon. Too soon? Yes, Elle. But you’ve known him your entire life. Yes, but not like this.
I’d never had sex like this before, with so much depth. So much emotion. And I saw the care in his eyes he had for me. Maybe it wasn’t love in a romantic sense, yet, but he did love me.
He would always take care of me.
My pussy spasmed as another orgasm washed over me. I clung to Jeremiah, my eyes fighting to close, but I wanted to look in his eyes.
I wanted him to see what he did to me. How he made me feel.
I writhed underneath him, only held in place by his strong body. I came once, then twice, then a third time. I’d never had multiple orgasms before, but something about him kept pushing me to the edge, over and over again.
His face contorted into a look of bliss, and I knew he was close too.
“Cum inside me,” I begged. Maybe I should have been more careful, maybe I should have thought about what I was asking, but in the moment, all I wanted was for him to fill me with his cum. A primal urge I couldn’t explain even if I tried.
Jeremiah let out a guttural growl and buried his cock deep in my pussy. His jaw clenched tightly. His face twisted into a look that one only gets in the throes of orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I screamed, cumming because he was. Knowing that I could do this for him was so hot, and knowing that he was filling me with his seed, even more so.
We came together, and it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
From the way Jeremiah collapsed on top of me, barely holding himself up and breathing like he’d run a marathon, I had to imagine it was pretty intense for him too.
“Jesus,” he said after a moment, lifting his head to look me in the eye. He kissed the tip of my nose before sliding out of me and rolling over to lay beside me.
He pulled me close, wrapping his arms firmly around my body. My head pressed against his chest, and his heart thundered loudly in my ear.
I had so many questions. Not just about Lauren and the case, but about Jeremiah’s change of heart toward me.
So many questions, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answers. I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So instead, I rested against him in silence, listening to his breathing until it slowed and became rhythmic. Eventually, I joined him in sleep.
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I awoke to the sun streaming in the windows, and to an empty bed, and it wasn’t mine.
I was in Jeremiah’s bed, in his house.
I’d never seen his bedroom before and hadn’t really looked at it the night before. I ran a hand over the down comforter wrapped around me. I fell asleep uncovered, but somehow ended wrapped up, safe and warm. A smile formed on my face as I pictured Jeremiah making sure I was taken care of before he headed into the other room to care for the twins.
Everything about his room was comfortable. Probably because everything in his room felt like Jeremiah. The headboard was carved from wood, likely by his own hand. There was a dresser made from the same wood in the corner, with the same intricate details as the headboard. An ottoman was at the end of the bed with his work boots sitting upon it. A desk against the window with photos caught my eye.
There was one with him and my dad fishing. I was only about eight at the time and standing with them, smiling with a tiny, pathetic fish at the end of my reel. I remembered that day; I’d been so proud of my fish. Jeremiah had helped me clean it, but I quickly learned I didn’t have the stomach for that sort of thing. We ate my fish that night, and it sealed it for me – I didn’t have the heart or the stomach for it.
But I remembered how Jeremiah had been so patient, even though my fish was nothing compared to the ones he and my father had caught. He made such a big deal about it.
A smile crossed my lips as I thought back to those days. We were all so young, even Jeremiah. My father had been a young father, having me at the age of twenty. Which meant that in that photo, Jeremiah and my father were the same age as I was now.
I heard footsteps in the hallway and turned my attention to the doorway. Jeremiah entered, fully dressed for the day, minus his work boots.
I nibbled my lip, unsure how the morning would go. Would Jeremiah have regrets again? Would he kick me out?
But he smiled at me as he entered. “Well hello there,
Sleeping Beauty.”
I sat up in his bed and let out a yawn. “What time is it?”
“Just after ten.”
“What?” I screeched, pulling the blankets off me. “Why didn’t you wake me? I have to be at work-”
He chuckled. “It’s Saturday, Elle.”
There was some relief, but not much. I usually still went in to work on the weekends, but there was a less strict schedule. I could go in at noon if I wanted to. Though I usually didn’t. I preferred getting in early so I still had some semblance of a Saturday left.
I leaned back against the bed and joined Jeremiah in the chuckling. I didn’t bother to cover myself.
Jeremiah noticed that right away, his laughter stopping. His eyes were as hungry as they had been the night before, taking in my naked body in full daylight. I took care of myself, and I took great pride in my appearance, so yes, maybe I was intentionally showing it off.
I wanted to wash away any doubts he might have. I wanted to remind him that I was a grown woman, not the child in the photograph on his desk.
“Elle, we need to talk about-”
I held up a hand to stop him. “I know, but before you say it was a mistake, please listen to me.” I waited, expecting him to stop me and continue telling me it was a mistake. I continued. “Jeremiah, it’s clear that we have something. We can’t resist each other, no matter how hard we try. And I know you try. Maybe it’s time to admit there’s chemistry here, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m a grown woman, you’re a grown man, and we have something special, clearly.”
I took a breath and waited for him to argue with me. But he didn’t say anything. He walked toward me and sat down on the bed. He opened his mouth to say something when the baby monitor on the end table next to the bed sounded the alarm in the guise of a baby’s cries.
“Naptime is over,” he said with a chuckle. He was grinning, not arguing with me. There was no defensiveness.
Nothing like I expected.
He hadn’t responded, but he also hadn’t disagreed.
Which considering it was Jeremiah, that was a damned good sign.
“Need my help?” I asked.
“Nah, I’ve got it.”
“Alright,” I said with a nod. “I think I need to head into the office for a bit.”
Jeremiah nodded and left the room. I proceeded to get dressed, thinking over the last part of our conversation. As I stepped out of the room and into the living room, Jeremiah had his hands full, but both girls were content and no longer crying.
I wanted to stay and spend the entire day with them, but I had to look over the articles for the next week’s paper. I had work to do.
And I didn’t want to push my luck with Jeremiah either.