Текст книги "Fusion"

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“Jeremy.”

His head shot up, a lazy grin covering his gorgeous face. When his eyes met mine, however, his smile faded.

“I don’t… I think…” I sputtered, unsure of what to say.

His expression softened and he rolled off me, sitting up and bringing me with him.

“I wasn’t going to do anything, baby,” he whispered, his eyes full of worry. “I swear.”

“No, I know,” I rushed out. “It’s just… We were getting really into things and…”

“You’re not ready.” It was a statement, not a question.

Even still, I nodded.

His fingers rubbed my arms as if he were trying to keep me warm. “That’s fine, Sierra. I wasn’t expecting anything. Even though it seemed like I was getting carried away, I’d never lose control like that. Ever. We have all the time in the world to be with each other in that way. I will never pressure you. You know that, right?”

Again, I nodded. “I know, which makes me love you even more. I wish I were ready, Jeremy, but I’m scared.”

“You know what? So am I. It’s a big step, and even though a lot of guys act like it’s nothing, going there with you terrifies me as much as it excites me. I respect you. I respect the hell out of your parents. We can wait. I’d wait forever for you if I had to.”

I sighed, partially hating myself for making him wait. “I know you say that, but it scares me. What if I make you wait too long? I hear the way the other guys talk at school. What if you get tired of waiting for me?”

It was silly. Jeremy wasn’t that type of guy, but I would’ve been lying if I’d said that fear hadn’t been creeping in.

He chuckled and shook his head. “Baby, despite what most women think about the male population, we don’t need to have sex to be fulfilled. Sure, it’s a natural desire, but I’m only ready when you are. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to. Ever.”

I swallowed hard and wished that my body, my mind, and my heart would all align so I could go through with this.

“Okay. I love you, Jeremy. And I appreciate you being so patient with me,” I told him.

“It’s not being patient, babe. It’s not like I’m sitting around, waiting for it to happen. When it happens, it happens. Until then, I’ll keep kissing those pretty lips of yours to my heart’s content.”

“That sounds perfect,” I whispered, my heart filling with all the love in the world.

His hand cupped my cheek as his thumb stroked my skin. “So, what do you say we sneak into your window and finally watch the Dawson’s Creek finale?”

“Why would we sneak in the window? No one’s there but Lexi.”

He grinned down at me. “Because I want to spend all night sleeping next to you, in your bed, and I don’t want your sister to know I’m there.”

I smiled and shifted until I was sitting up, face-to-face with him. Taking his hand, I entwined our fingers and brought them to my chest. “You know, all this time, I thought it was Tod and Copper, Joey and Dawson, Jeremy and Sierra. But I just realized, right here, that I’ve been wrong all along, and I’m switching teams.”

Jeremy frowned as his brow creased. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I think it’s time I start rooting for Pacey.”

“Pacey?”

I nodded, gazing up into his eyes. “Dawson loved the girl he wanted Joey to be. Pacey loved the woman she was. He never tried to change her or mold her into who he wanted. Dawson did. And, in the end, I don’t know if it was the real Joey Dawson ever wanted. But Pacey did. I see that now.”

Putting so much thought into a fictional television that had more drama than my own high school was silly, but I couldn’t help it. It was the truth.

“So, who does that make me? Pacey?”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, giving him a soft kiss. “No, Jeremy. You’re who you’ve always been and always will be.”

“And who is that?”

“Mine.”

With a low growl, he rose from the blanket and pulled me to my feet. His hand cupped my cheek as he gazed down into my eyes. “I always will be.”

He swept me off my feet and carried me all the way to my house, where we did, indeed, climb through my window. I thought I heard faint sobs coming from Lexi’s room, and though I wanted to go to her, I knew my sister and figured she’d want to be alone.

Instead, I cuddled up in my boyfriend’s arms and watched the season-five finale of Dawson’s Creek, curious as hell as to what would happen.

And you know what? I barely even noticed what happened. I was too focused on Jeremy’s hands running through my hair to care, because whatever happened on screen would never match up to the love I had in my life.

AS I STOOD IN front of Jenna’s full-length mirror, I could hardly believe that this day was here. I was dressed, much to Mom’s chagrin, in my favorite blue-and-khaki board shorts and a T-shirt that said “Pussy Magnet” and was covered with pictures of felines of various size. Yes, you guessed it: Chris got in one last dare before we were high school graduates. When I had walked downstairs that morning, Mom had shaken her head, Jenna had rolled her eyes, and Dad had wondered if the dares were going to stop after high school. The truth was they were. Chris was moving to Orlando with Jenna to go to the University of Central Florida, and I’d be going to school with Sierra.

She thought I was going to Alabama. I’d gotten a small scholarship there for football, but the closer it had come to graduating and leaving, I’d realized that football wasn’t my dream. She was. And the thought of leaving her, even if we’d only be a few hours apart, tore me apart inside. Not for the next four years. Hell, I wouldn’t want to do that for the next four weeks. I just had to tell her.

But first things first. Graduation.

High school had been good and fun, but I was ready to move on to the next chapter of my life. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to major in. I figured I’d determine that when I got to school. All I knew was that I had to start planning for my future, one in which I could take care of Sierra and the family we’d hopefully be blessed with.

It might have seemed too early to be thinking that way, and if it hadn’t been for my dad, I probably wouldn’t have been. But, just a few nights before, he’d sat me down to talk about the future. That was a fun memory.

I’d been lying in my bed, throwing my football up into the air, waiting for Sierra to return from getting a manicure with Jenna. Something about a special occasion, whatever. Dad had walked into the room and closed the door behind. When he’d sat in the chair, I’d immediately known something was up.

“So, Jeremy,” he began. He cleared his throat and then took a sip of whatever was in his glass. Judging by the color, it was probably scotch, so I knew what this conversation was going to be like.

“What’s up, Dad?” I asked, sitting up and giving him my undivided attention.

“I know about your talk with Nick before Prom.”

Well, at least he was laying it all out on the line instead of stammering around the issue this time.

“And?” I asked.

“I just wanted you to know that I’m proud of you. For making good choices and respecting Sierra as a woman,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Thanks?” I replied, not really sure what else to say. It wasn’t that I hadn’t wanted to have sex with Sierra. I had. God, I did. But he was right. I respected her. I’d wait as long as I had to until she was ready.

If only he knew about Jenna. Yikes. I was keeping my mouth shut on that one.

My sister, God love her, was definitely not as virtuous as the male Banks twin. Not that I thought any less of her. She was, as far as I knew, always careful, and Chris loved her. What more could a brother ask for?

“I know how easy it is to give in to peer pressure, and it shows tremendous strength that you’ve been able to wait this long. That is, unless things have changed?” His eyes were questioning as he watched me.

Was he seriously asking me that?

“Umm, do you actually want to know the answer to that?”

His eyes widened, and he downed the rest of his drink. “How about we just move on?”

I laughed. “It’s fine, Dad. Things haven’t changed. We’re waiting until we’re both ready.”

What I didn’t tell him was that Sierra had been dropping hints that, after graduation, she might be ready. He didn’t need to know that, and I didn’t want to get too excited. Don’t get me wrong. I was more than satisfied with the way our physical relationship was, but I was just as eager to finally make Sierra mine in every sense of the word.

“Okay, good. Not that it’d be bad if you had…” he trailed off then ran a hand through his hair. “Forget I said anything. Look, I wanted to talk to you about the future. College is going to be an entirely different world out there. I know you aren’t sure what you want to do with your future—”

“Sierra’s my future,” I informed him.

He snapped his fingers. “Precisely. You want to have a future with Sierra. Eventually get married, start a family, all that?”

I nodded. “Eventually,” I said, emphasizing the word. Just because I was confident that Sierra would one day be my wife didn’t mean I was ready to put a ring on it right after high school.

“College is preparation for that life, son. How you choose to spend your time will determine how you’ll be able to take care of your family in the future. Sure, it’s fun to go to parties, spend more time drinking instead of studying. It’s easy to get sucked into the party side of college, but at the end of the day, you need to remember why you’re there. To start your future, and to make yourself into a man Sierra would be proud of.”

I frowned. What he was saying was true, and I knew that college was just a stepping stone. A bridge between high school and going out into the real world. And on the other side of that bridge would be Sierra and our future.

“But I have no idea what I want to do,” I said, my eyes racing to his. I swallowed hard. “And you should know I’m not going to Alabama. I already applied to UWF and I’m starting there in the fall.”

He smiled then slapped me on the shoulder. “I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out. If that’s what you want to do, your mother and I support you. You know that.” Then he paused. “As for what you want to do, I’m not trying to scare you with talk about the future. Just giving you some food for thought. It’s okay that you haven’t determined a major. A lot of college kids are like that. Take some classes. Figure out where your interests lie. In the meantime, you need to study hard and get good grades so that you can get into whatever program you decide.”

“When did you decide you wanted to be an accountant?” I asked, hoping to get some insight and relieved he was pissed about Alabama. One down, one to go. I wasn’t sure how Sierra was going to react, but I hoped she’d be happy.

“Honestly?” he asked.

I nodded.

“I was just like you, Jeremy. When I started my first semester in college, I had no clue what I wanted to do. It wasn’t until I took an accounting class that I realized I was actually really good at it. So then I took another course and excelled even more. It just kind of stuck.”

“So, you think that will happen for me?”

“I know it’ll happen for you. You just have to work hard for what you want. Remember that, okay?”

“I will. Thanks, Dad.”

“Anytime. I meant it when I said I was proud of you.”

After our talk, I was more confident than ever with my decision. I just hoped Sierra felt the same.

Many people in school had their misconceptions about my relationship with Jeremy. After all, we both had been threatened with detention multiple times if we didn’t stop making out in between periods. And he might have been late a time or two to practice because he’d had me shoved up against the wall outside the field house with his tongue expertly massaging my own.

Hey, they say communication in a relationship is key. We just happened to enjoy communicating with our lips. I didn’t see anything wrong with that, but apparently, the Navarre High School faculty did.

So people assumed that Banks had been banging Sullivan. And, even though I’d tried to protest in the beginning, it had fallen on deaf ears. So I’d given up. They could think what they wanted. I knew the truth.

Our physical relationship was a slow progression. In the beginning, we had been young and inexperienced, fumbling around each other’s bodies, tentatively touching and caressing until we’d grown more comfortable. Every time Jeremy attempted to reach the next base, he always paused, looking for me to give him the go-ahead. If I even so much as hesitated, he’d pull back and return to kissing me without a single word or ounce of pressure to do more. I loved him all the more for it. So it took time, and even though it was slow going, it was still a whole lot of fun experiencing everything for the first time with him.

Tentative lips and hesitant hands turned into passionate kisses and expert caressing. With just his fingers, Jeremy made me feel more alive than I ever had. And I can proudly admit that I finished what Mandy Simpson hadn’t been able to—over and over again.

Yes, he’d told me about her. I’d laughed the nervous look off his face when he’d had to admit that I wasn’t the only girl who’d touched the family jewels. Except, instead of jealousy, I felt pity. Poor guy.

Despite our comfortability, we still hadn’t taken the next step. Don’t get me wrong. I loved Jeremy, and I knew in the very depths of my soul I was going to spend my life with him. But I wasn’t ready to go all the way. The last thing I wanted to do was graduate high school with a baby on my hip. Sure, I knew all about birth control, condoms—the whole nine yards. And so did Sarah Hayes, who’d missed prom because she had been in labor. But, as soon as we turned our tassels, it was game on.

When graduation day came, I was a giant bundle of nerves. Not only was I about to move on to the next phase of my life, but Jeremy and I were finally going take the plunge.

Hours after celebrating with our parents, we found ourselves at Ryan Harper’s beach house, partying it up with the rest of the 2002 Navarre High School graduating class as well as a few juniors who were celebrating being the new big dogs on campus. Lexi had come with us, but I had a feeling it was more for someone else’s celebration than my own.

After a while, the loud music made my head throb. I was walking towards the bathroom to splash some water on my face when I was suddenly pulled into a closet. Once the door had shut behind me, the small room was pitch black.

“Jeremy?” I asked.

Silence answered me. I knew every person at the party, and I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure the culprit was my dear boyfriend, so I wasn’t exactly worried. But, then again, we had just finished watching Scream, and I had that small niggle in the back of my mind of what could happen at high school parties.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that I could smell Jeremy, I’d have been freaking out. Instead, I decided to play along.

“Jeremy. Jeremy, is that you?” I whispered, attempting to feel around in the dark. My fingers finally reached a solid chest. I slid my hands up his torso, my thumbs brushing across his nipples. “Oh, wow. Sorry. You’re most certainly not my Jeremy,” I breathed out, awe in my voice.

One hand gripped mine, and another shot out past me. Then a flip was switched and the light flooded the room. I blinked twice to adjust to it and had to suppress a giggle when I found Jeremy’s heated gaze on me. He pulled me close with the hand that was holding mine.

“Not Jeremy?” he growled, his voice husky.

“That’s what you get for trying to scare me. Now, tell me, babe. Why did you pull me into the closet?”

“Look around you, baby. This is where it all began.”

I raised an eyebrow.

He cocked a half smile. “Okay, so it began that day on the Sound. But this is where I first kissed those sweet lips, and I figured, if we had to spend our first night as high school graduates at Ryan Harper’s house, we might as well go down memory lane while we’re here.”

“Ah. Our first kiss.” Then I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at the memory of our foreheads bumping. “You want to recreate that?”

He grinned down at me. “Oh, no, sweetheart. We aren’t going to recreate it. We’re going to stay in here and make out until I wipe the memory of that fumbling kiss out of your mind.”

“Jeremy, I don’t want to erase that memory.”

“But it was complete shit,” he said, frowning down at me.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call our first kiss complete shit, Jeremy Banks,” I admonished even though I wasn’t actually mad. I knew what he meant. “My whole life, I had this dream of what my first kiss was going to be like. There we’d be, standing only centimeters apart. The world around us would fade away. His head would dip, my breath would hitch, and my eyes would flutter closed. The moment our lips touched, fireworks would explode, little doves would fly, and violins would play. That wasn’t what our first kiss was like. It was so much better.”

“And it’s gotten better ever since?” he asked, though his cocky grin let me know that he knew it had.

“It’s gotten better ever since.”

“Well, even if you still have fond memories of this closet, how about we make another one?” he asked, his gaze lowering to my lips.

“I’d be okay with that,” I told him.

I’d barely gotten the words out when Jeremy slipped an arm around my waist, pulled me into his chest, and reached behind me to switch the light off. A soon as the darkness descended, his lips crashed down on mine.

His tongue parted my lips, and he took his fill as if he were thirsty and I was his only source of hydration. My hands gripped his shoulders, holding on for dear life, as he took and I gave. His free hand slipped underneath my T-shirt and onto my bare skin. It roamed across my belly as his fingertips caressed. We stood there in the closet, kissing, caressing, panting, and I have no idea how much time we spent in there. I just knew that I needed more. So I rocked against him.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asked, breathless. When he pressed against me, he was achingly hard.

Did I? Was I ready for this? I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to be alone with him so I could find out. I nodded.

“Sierra?”

“Yes, Jeremy. Let’s go.”

He dipped his head lower to give me a final kiss in our special closet. We spent the next ten minutes trying to find Lexi, but it was no use. I assumed she was with Jace, and he’d make sure she got home just fine.

I placed my hand in Jeremy’s, took one last look at all our classmates, and then beamed up at him as butterflies swirled around in my stomach.

“I’m all yours.”

We’d just revisited the scene of our first kiss, so we must have been going to where it had really all begun. Therefore, I wasn’t surprised when he parked at the gazebo.

Jeremy rounded the hood and opened my door, making me giggle when he bowed and swept his arm out. Once I’d stepped out of the car, he gave me a peck on the lips.

“One second,” he said. Then he ran to the back of the car, where he dug around the trunk for something.

When he returned to me, he had a picnic basket and a blanket. I raised my brow at him.

“Were you planning this?” I teased.

“Maaaaybe,” he said before taking my hand with his free one. He led me down the walkway to the gazebo. “As much as I enjoy hanging out with our classmates, this is a special night for us. You’re the only person I want to celebrate with.”

“A special night?”

He dropped my hand, set the basket down, and spread the blanket out. Then he lifted his head and gazed at me. All amusement had drained from his face and been replaced with a serious expression. His jaw was tight, but his eyes were captivating. They were shining in the moonlight, and all I could see was love reflecting back at me. He closed the distance between us and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

“Of course it’s a special night, Sierra. We did it. We graduated and we’re finally starting out our lives as adults. We have the whole world in front of us, and I can’t imagine you not being by my side. So, yes, it’s special, and I want to spend it only with you.”

I glanced around at the stillness. Waves peacefully hit the shore. A slight breeze brought goose bumps to my skin. The moon was full, the sky was clear, and the stars were shining bright.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing we’re here. We’re all alone, at our special place, on our special night. Maybe you should take advantage of that,” I whispered. My heart was hammering as I wondered if I was ready for this.

But Jeremy didn’t let me think long. His head dipped and his lips met mine. “I will never take advantage of you, Sierra, but you know what I will do?”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Love you.”

I smiled. “Promise?”

“Always.”

With that, he sat on the blanket and pulled me down with him. He reached for the basket and withdrew his old boom box. When he hit play and Avant’s “Makin’ Good Love” came on, I knew exactly what was on his mind. I was surprised when he then revealed a bottle of champagne and two glasses. As soon as he handed me one, I took a sip, enjoying the bubbles playing on my tongue.

“This is amazing, Jeremy, but how’d you pull it off?”

“Sierra Sullivan, if we’re going to spend a lifetime together, don’t you think it’s a little early for me to spill all my secrets?”

“You don’t have any secrets from me.”

“Touché,” he said then lifted his glass as if to toast.

I raised mine as well.

“To an incredible past, the perfect present, and an amazing future.”

“Jeremy…” I whispered then reached over to rest my hand on his thigh.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice a little gruff.

I downed the rest of my champagne and set my glass off to the side. He did the same as he waited for me to continue.

“You’re right,” I said, my voice a bit shaky. “We’re starting the rest of our lives, and I want…I want to start right now.”

“You’re sure?” he asked.

I nodded, and he didn’t make me wait. Jeremy’s hand grabbed my hips and he pulled me into his lap until I was straddling his waist.

His beautiful, copper eyes flashed with desire, and he wasted no time leaning in to kiss me. His initial kiss was soft and sweet, his lips caressing mine adoringly. But, moments later, when I moaned against his lips, he took it as a sign to intensify the kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, swirling and sweeping before tangling with mine. Our tongues waged war, fighting to maintain dominance. They were dueling in a furious, frantic rhythm, both of us losing. Both of us winning. The champagne on the tip of his tongue was achingly sweet. The urge to absorb every drop of the sweetness and take it for myself was tantalizing. As he fiercely plundered and probed, it was apparent he had the same idea.

As we kissed, his strong, big hands roamed my body over my clothes. They touched frantically, as if he couldn’t get enough. When one hand slid up my back, caressed my neck, then tangled up in my hair, I found myself pressed down against his groin. Jeremy groaned and slowed his kissing as he ground his body into mine, slowly, provocatively, and in calculated rhythm.

“God, I want you so much, Sierra,” he whispered against my lips. “So fucking much. I have to touch you.”

“I’m yours, Jeremy. I always have been. I always will be. What you want? It’s yours,” I offered, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt. I’d gotten cold feet before, and I didn’t want that to happen again. I was ready. I was sure of it.

As he rolled me onto my back, my panties dampened with anticipation, but he didn’t touch me right away. Instead, he lay next to me and braced himself on one elbow while his other hand cupped my jaw. He continued kissing me, lips caressing, tongues sucking, and he set me on fire with just his mouth. How could I ever want anything more than this man?

Jeremy had always been a good kisser, but this was different. It was as if he knew that tonight he was going to truly get his fill, and he was soaking up every bit of it he could. His kisses alternated between slow and steady and fast and furious. And I couldn't get enough. I wanted all of Jeremy. I wanted to touch him, taste him, run my fingers over every single inch of his body, and in turn, I wanted him to explore mine the same way. We were so connected emotionally, and I was craving a physical connection as well.

As my hands slid underneath his T-shirt and roamed his back, I realized he was too clothed. We were both too clothed. We had to remedy that, and fast.

"Jeremy," I panted, still breathless from our passionate kissing.

His eyes gleamed down at me, dark and full of desire. "Yeah, baby?"

"We should probably get naked," I said, not really knowing of a sexy way to say it.

Fortunately, this was Jeremy, and he grinned down at me before kissing my lips.

"Yeah, we probably should."

We both sat up and frantically stripped each other bare, not stopping until our clothes were tossed in a pile at the edge of the blanket. The breeze was cool against my flesh, causing me to shiver, but that didn't last long. Jeremy's heated gaze warmed my skin.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he laid me back down on the blanket. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Because you have good taste in mutant reptiles?” I offered, causing the left side of his mouth to curve up into a smile.

As I said the words, I took my time checking him out in the moonlight. He was on his knees next to me, his hard erection jutting out in front of him, just waiting to be played with. His strong thigh muscles were tight and taut, and as my eyes, sadly, left his nether regions, my mouth watered at the sight of that delicious V that was Mother Nature’s way of telling women where to find the goods. His abs were smooth and defined, with just a scattering of loose, brown hairs I affectionately called my happy trail.

Before I could admire his chest, he was hovering over me, blocking the moonlight, and all I could see was his intense gaze. My hands gripped his biceps, and his muscled rippled underneath my touch as he strained to keep himself up on just his fists.

“Baby,” he whispered before he smashed his lips down on mine.

We were apparently done talking, and I was more than okay with that. Talking was overrated anyway.

As he kissed me, he began to touch. His journey commenced at my temple, trailed down my jawline, and stopped on my collarbone. In turn, my fingers ran up and down his strong arms, roaming his body. My favorite flock of butterflies were riling up in my belly as he cupped and fondled my breasts, first one and then the other. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on my nipples until they pebbled under his touch. I fought the urge to squirm as his hand trailed from my breasts to down my torso, and it didn't stop until it reached the apex of my thighs.

When the soft pad of his thumb pressed down on my clit, I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. It was my favorite spot, and Jeremy knew exactly how to push all of my buttons.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, his voice thick and husky.

"I love it," I replied, breathless and wanting more. So much more that I thrust my hips upwards.

And he knew just how to read me. With his thumb still massaging my clit, he slowly circled my entrance before slipping his finger inside me, delving deep until I was pulsating with vibrant need. The duality of the sensations had me shuddering at how amazing it felt to be touched by him in this way.

He added another finger, the pressure increased tenfold, and I briefly wondered how it was going to feel when he was inside me for the first time. The thought was quickly wiped away when he tore his mouth from mine and began a procession of kisses down my neck. Even though I had the urge to close my eyes, I kept them open as he made his descent down my body.

My fingers gripped the blanket when he found his way to my breast again. His tongue lapped at my skin between them before he decided on his first target. My nipples were already hard from his initial taste, but as he traced slow, deliberate circles around one, it pebbled, aching with need. I knew he could feel it, as his lips curved into a triumphant smile. One that didn't leave his face as he licked a trail across my chest and found my other nipple, giving it equal attention while his fingers still rhythmically worked in and out of me.

As his teeth latched onto my nipple and he gave it a little nibble, I could hardly stand it.

“Jeremy,” I breathed. I’d never felt so sexy, so adored, and I wanted more. I was finally ready.

When he lifted his head, I was greeted with a knowing, cocky smirk on his damp lips.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you whisper my name like that?” He pressed down on my clit and paused.

I shook my head, unable to formulate any words while his fingers were still buried deep inside me. Instead, I raised my hips and arched my back, once again, hinting that I wanted more. And, God, did I. I wanted so much more. I wanted him. I wanted him now.

He bowed his head, and with his tongue, he trailed a path down my stomach, past my belly button, not stopping until he was kissing my hip bone. After giving it a soft nip, he repositioned himself between my legs and lowered his head. My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do. Then his tongue connected with my clit and I tensed. We’d done this countless times, and the intense pleasure still took me by surprise every time.

“Let me see you.” His whispered plea had my legs opening for him before I’d even registered his words. "It doesn't sound right calling your vagina a pussy, Sierra," he revered, his lips sensually kissing me in the most intimate of places.

"What?" I gasped just as his tongue darted out to taste me.

He gave me a once-over that had me squirming, and then, all too quickly, he pulled away. His head lifted and his eyes met mine.

"It's beautiful. Like a warm love sanctuary beckoning for my offering. And all I want to do is fill you up."

Even though I knew he was trying to be sweet, I couldn't help the giggle that escaped. "A love sanctuary?"

His eyes darkened as a wicked grin played at his lips. "My love sanctuary. Now, let me worship you."

As his head dipped back down, I closed my eyes and did as he’d asked. And I'm proud to report that he's the most excellent worshipper. His tongue worked its magic as he made his way down to my entrance and then back up again, circling my clit with expert precision. The way Jeremy sucked and licked and savored had me writhing beneath him. And when he added pressure to my clit with his thumb? I was done for. As my orgasm crested, my fingers tangled in hair and I couldn't help the way I tugged while I writhed beneath him.