Part 29 (1/2)
”Oh,” was all she said back.
”I've never done that before.”
”With Kenzie,” she said, her voice flat.
I rolled over onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. I clasped her hand in mine. ”I don't want to bring all that into this room with us. I'm telling you...it meant nothing and I know that makes me sound like a s.h.i.+t. I was a s.h.i.+t to her.” A moment pa.s.sed. ”Say something, Carolyn,” I pled.
”I feel such hateful jealousy towards her, you know? I hate that there was someone else. And I know that's ridiculous for me of all people to say.”
I rolled towards her and leaned in over her body. ”I told you this already, but for the longest time there was no one and...I never saw her as special to me in any way. There never has been anyone else. There's no one but you.”
”Are you certain? It's completely over between you and Kenzie?” There was no anger or accusation in her voice when she quietly pressed, ”Just tell me.”
”One hundred percent over.”
”Okay,” she whispered. And to show me it really was okay, Carolyn laced her fingers with mine, lifted my hand up and kissed it tenderly.
”I meant what I said. I'm all in.”
”I know. No turning back. I am too,” she said as she rolled up and over, straddling me and draping her body over mine.
She felt so unbelievably good. I felt as if my heart would burst. I ran my hands over her back, her a.s.s and back up again, cradling her close to me. ”No one else. I'm yours, Carolyn. Always was, always will be.”
She raised her head slightly and looked down upon me, smiling tenderly. ”I never stopped loving you. Never, Jeremy.”
”Are you happy now? Right now, Carolyn, are you happy?”
She punctuated each whispered word with kisses to my chest, neck, jaw and finally, my lips. ”So...so...happy...happy...happy.”
Jeremy walked in with two steaming mugs. ”Rise and s.h.i.+ne, sweetness. The power's back on, snow's stopped falling and the trails are open. Don't think I'm gonna let you off the hook or anything.”
I wasn't asleep, just pretending to be. I'd been listening to him putter around as I lie in bed, praying with everything I had that there would be no morning-after awkwardness between us. I pulled the covers down slowly over my face to see him standing at the foot of the bed, his smile infectious, stretching from ear to ear.
”Good morning,” I murmured, unable to contain my own smile.
I yawned then and stretched my arms overhead, not realizing that the sheet was no longer covering me.
He wasn't smiling anymore. ”Don't move,” he commanded, setting the mugs down on top of the nightstand. He shook his head. ”Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked as his hands moved slowly to trace the outline of the sides of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Then he cupped them, gently running his thumbs over my hardened nipples.
I wanted him again. I s.h.i.+fted my thighs, rubbing them against one another, seeking some friction, some relief. ”Good morning,” I murmured again.
”Love these,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
”You're a b.o.o.b man, huh?”
I said it in a lighthearted way but the comment only came to mind because, deep down, I was still jealous of that chick.
”I'm a b.o.o.b man for Carolyn Harris's b.o.o.bs.” In between the kisses and licks he laid on each nipple, he reached his hands down and cupped my a.s.s. ”I'm an a.s.s man for Carolyn's a.s.s.” He moved down the bed then and lifted one of my legs, tracing his fingers down to my foot. ”I've even got a foot fetish for Carolyn Harris's feet,” he said before popping my big toe into his mouth and sucking. I groaned. ”But this,” he said, moving back up, ”this is my heaven.” His mouth went right to my wet center, tongue delving in, lips sucking on my most sensitive places.
I writhed, gripping the loosened sheets in my fists. I didn't know what to do with the sensation. It was overwhelming. He gripped my hips to still me as he worked me over, relentless. I wanted to grab the back of his head and press his face even closer into me but I wasn't sure if that was wrong. I rocked my hips instead and once I started, I really couldn't stop. My hands moved up to grasp my hair at the roots. I felt, I felt...I felt too much. He hummed against my flesh, ”Let go, baby,” as he snaked two fingers inside of me. In between nips and kisses he whispered, ”I can feel you, Carolyn. You feel that? So f.u.c.king good.”
I could feel it. I could feel my insides pulsing against his fingers, every nerve ending humming, tingling. As I came back down, my fingers twisted in his hair. He looked up to me with a satisfied, c.o.c.ky smirk.
”You're pretty good at that, huh?” I teased lazily.
”You seem to think so.”
I nodded, feeling so close to him in that moment that a sensation of warmth blanketed my chest, spreading all over my body.
I rose to my knees, completely exposing my nudity to him. ”Now you. Let's trade places.”
”You don't have to, Carolyn,” but he did ease back down onto the bed, so I'm guessing, yeah, he wanted this.
I looked down at him as I sat up on my knees, settled between his thighs on the bed. ”Yes, I do. I want to,” I said as I lowered his sweats. The waistband caught on his stiff erection. As I tugged, he literally sprang free. Long and hard, silken skin covering his shaft. I lowered my head to him and moved my hair over one shoulder so that I could concentrate on the task at hand. I didn't feel that confident but, really, how hard could this be? From the little I knew about s.e.x, I knew that just looking at a guy could get them excited.
Just me kissing the tip had Jeremy moaning, ”Holy f.u.c.k.” So I went with it, licking and sucking, but never taking him too deep. He was watching me, I could feel his eyes on me. After a few minutes he took my shoulders and gently guided me back up.
”No good?”
He shook his head. ”So good...but I want in.”
I moved up more and straddled him, lowering myself to grind back and forth along his c.o.c.k. It felt so good.
He grasped my hips, moving me back and forth, his head thrust back. I wanted so much for him glide into me, to f.u.c.k me, skin on skin. I moved up so the head of his c.o.c.k lined up with my opening. He held my hips tight in his grasp then, stilling my movement. ”Grab one. That drawer,” he said, tipping his chin towards the nightstand.
He was right-I knew that. I ripped a condom off the strip and once I had it out, I fumbled trying to roll it down over his shaft. His hands covered mine, trembling too as he helped me to finish the job. ”Inside of you, Carolyn. I always want to be inside of you.”
I raised myself up a bit and held him, guiding him into me. I felt powerful in this position and s.e.xy. I liked the feel of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s bouncing gently as I moved up and down, taking him in over and over again. I loved hearing him moan, his head thrown back in ecstasy, knowing I was doing this-I was making it good for him. And watching him come down from it-his heavy breaths slowing, his lips curving into a smile, shaking his head just slightly. ”You're killing me, baby.”
He pulled me down to him, hugging my chest close to his, part of him still inside of me. ”I love you, Carolyn.”
”This is real then? You and me?” I couldn't look at him. All of a sudden I was nervous, afraid this would all change once we were back in Westerly.
Jeremy lifted my chin so we were face to face. ”Hey, listen carefully. I'll tell you how I want this to go, ok?” I nodded, needing to hear the words. ”I want to be your boyfriend.” He smiled for a moment and then the lighthearted air was gone and he was serious again. ”I want you to be my girl. Every day, Carolyn, I want to call you whenever something funny happens, or something c.r.a.ppy happens, or when I'm thinking about you and just want to tell you. I want you to sneak over to my place after your Sat.u.r.day night s.h.i.+ft and climb into bed with me so I can wrap my arms around you. I want you to come with me when I hang out with my Grandpa and I want to sit with your family and have dinner on Sunday nights like I used to.”
”I want all of that too. I want you, Jeremy.”
”You've got me.”
”You got this? You sure?”
Carolyn rolled her eyes. ”I've been driving around for the past two years without your help. Yes, I've got this.”
It had taken us over half an hour to clear the snow from her car and to clear the ice from her winds.h.i.+eld. Now she was sitting in the driver's seat, rubbing her hands together, looking impatient.
”I mean the roads look decent but I'm sure there are still some slick spots. Is your phone fully charged?” She ignored me, busying herself by adjusting her mirrors. ”I'll be right behind you.”
She shot me a look. ”You're following me home? Uh...no. It's Monday, you have to be at work.”
”I told them I'll be on site late today.”