19. Oakley

Chapter 19

Oakley

I pull back from Jeremiah and unwrap my legs from his body, and he sets me down, but I hear the little grumble he lets out. I want to make sure he really hears me. Whenever I'm in his arms, I'm lust drunk, and I can't think straight. He says all the pretty words, but I know he's slick with his tongue. I need a level-head and to remember why I'm doing this.

"Pretty boy," I say, my voice wavering. "I know we have a lot going on right now, but I want to continue our lessons." I look at the room, not looking at him, because when I look at Jeremiah Blackwood, I show every card I have. "I'm ready to try the um…you know?" My heart races, and I know I'm blushing.

He looks at me with surprise and concern. "No. You're not." He deadpans.

I bite my lip, trying to hide my nerves. "I am . I trust you, Jeremiah. We damn near almost did it just now if I hadn't climbed down your gigantic bean stalk frame."

"If you were ready, you'd be able to actually say the word, bunny." He takes a deep breath before saying the words I've been dreading. "We're taking this slow."

As he approaches me, I can practically feel the tension building as he reaches out and gently tugs at the hem of my dress. His touch sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself holding my breath, waiting for what comes next.

"Just…teach me." I hate how whiny I sound right now, but isn't that the whole point of these sex lessons?

"I'm going to make you feel good, okay?" he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation as his hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

I nod, swallowing hard. "Yes." My voice is so breathy I don't know if he even hears the word.

"Such a sweet girl." Jeremiah murmurs and I feel myself blush and my heart beats faster and I feel myself grow slicker in my panties. God, he's too good at this and he barely touches me. His words alone make me feel like I could come just from his praise.

Slowly, deliberately, he begins to undress me, taking his time with each stitch of my clothing. His fingers linger at the nape of my neck, then trail down to the collar of my dress. My breath hitches. The intentional nature of his actions heightens the anticipation and I shift, trying to press my thighs together for some relief.

"Je…" I whisper, but my voice is swallowed up by everything I am feeling.

"Shh," he soothes, his lips curving into that infuriatingly confident smirk. He undoes another button, his knuckles brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The next button yields easily under his deft fingers. He pauses, fingertips grazing the swell of my breasts, teasing, testing.

And God, do I feel it. Each touch, each brush of his fingers sends electric shocks through me. He removes the last button, and my dress slips from my shoulders, pooling around my feet like water.

Standing before Jeremiah, my heart races as I feel exposed and vulnerable. I shiver, the air cool against my skin, and I look to him for guidance and reassurance.

"God, you are literal perfection, Oakley. Soft and sweet. I'm going to love dirtying up every inch of you. Making your pale skin glow bright red for me," he whispers, almost reverently. His hands roam, exploring the newly bared skin and If I blush anymore, I'm going to look like a lobster.

"Jeremiah," I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. "What—I'm not sure what to do."

"Hey," he replies softly, his eyes locking onto mine. There's a fire there, a possessiveness that shocks me to my core. Jeremiah isn't just saying the words when he tells me that I belong to him, he really believes it. "I'm guiding you through it all, yea?"

"Okay," I nod, feeling a bit more at ease with his support. He's always been there for me, and now, when my uncertainty sets in, I sense the shift of power just by his actions and words.

"That's my good girl," he praises me, and his words have a shiver running down my spine that has nothing to do with how naked and exposed I am. "You like that, don't you? You like when I praise you. When I tell you how perfect you are." I suck in a breath because I feel lightheaded in the best possible way. I don't know how to respond to my pretty boy, but the way he's smirking at me, he knows the exact effect he has on me.

He cocks his head before reaching out and gripping my hips, "You good?" and all I can do is nod and I'm tossed on the bed. Jeremiah kneels before me; his movements deliberate and focused. I watch as his hands reach out, gently caressing my thighs, and it's as if his touch causes my body to seize up. Not in fear, but in anticipation and desire, yet he remains calm and composed.

"Relax, bunny," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my thigh. Just the top of one and I feel it all the way in my hair and my toes. The sensations overwhelm me. "Trust yourself, trust me."

"I do," I say, attempting to let go of my lingering anxieties. Inhaling deeply, I try to focus on his touch and the growing desire within me.

"Tell me how you feel," he encourages, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin as they inch closer to my pussy. Swirls and shapes but I can't focus enough to figure out what each is.

"So good," I manage to whisper, my breath hitching as his proximity intensifies the sensations coursing through me. " Really good." I mentally roll my eyes at myself for not being able to come up with anything more articulate to say. He's literally stealing my brain cells.

"Remember. Wrapped around your finger. You're in control," he says, his tone gentle yet firm. "If you want to stop or change anything, just open your cute mouth and say the word."

As his fingers continue to explore and tease, I feel my impatience growing. I want him more than I want anything else. I want him to touch me there, to make me come, and to come for me. I feel him sliding my panties down and I'm exposed.

As if my mind is disconnected from my body, I feel myself bow backwards at the first touch of Jeremiah's warm tongue against my sensitive center, and I can't help but gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. I force my back to meet his bed again before looking down and his eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to explore me down there.

"Does this feel good, bunny?" he asks, his voice low and controlled. "You taste so good. My new favorite flavor."

"Y-yes," I stammer, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the waves of pleasure that are threatening to engulf me. "It feels so good. Please don't stop."

"Thank fuck, I have to tell you I've watched enough porn that I knew what to do but you're the first girl I've ever touched like this," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin as his tongue utters those against my pussy.

His sudden confession catches me off guard, and I find myself holding my breath. He chose right now to tell me, when my legs are shaking to the point he grips my thighs, turning his head to kiss the soft flesh he finds there.

"Never?" My brows knit together, trying to reconcile the confession with the man who seems so sure, so in control.

"Never," he repeats, "Always felt too damn intimate, and it wasn't something I wanted to share with anyone. Just you, only ever you."

His lips press against the insides of my thighs, soft and reverent, and I shudder. When his mouth finally finds me, it's a shock of pure sensation. His tongue is relentless, exploring every fold, every hidden corner, and I'm gasping, gripping the sheets as if they're a lifeline.

"God, Jeremiah," I whisper, my breath ragged as I struggle to form coherent thoughts. My entire worldview narrows down to the feeling of his mouth on me. "I…don't know what to do."

"Shh, it's okay," he reassures me, his voice steady and calm as he guides me through this. "Just focus on how you feel and let me take care of the rest."

"Right there—don't stop," I manage through clenched teeth as he hits a spot that sends stars exploding behind my eyes.

"Fuck, Oakley," he groans against me, the vibrations sending another rush of pleasure coursing through me. I can tell he's reveling in this; in the power he has to unravel me.

"Jeremiah, please," I beg, no longer able to contain my need. The sound of my own desperation is almost embarrassing, but I can't bring myself to care. All that matters in this moment is the overwhelming desire for release.

"More," I plead, the urgency of my need coating everything spewing from my mouth.

"Let go, bunny," he encourages, his voice low and sensual as he pushes me closer and closer to the brink. "All over my tongue. I want to taste you."

With one final flick of his tongue and his words, I let myself go. Being pulled under by a wave that crashes over me, over and over again. Stuck in the undertow of this feeling. The sheer intensity wracking my body is beyond reason. It's a blinding white light behind my eyelids, and it robs me of speech, of thought, of everything but the raw feeling of his mouth on me. It's a rush of heat and wetness, leaving me helpless.

I watch as Jeremiah's eyes widen in surprise as he laps at my tight hole, and I can't help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. Oh God, I think I just peed on him. In his mouth. I'm never going to recover from this.

"Jeremiah, I'm so sorry," I stammer, my cheeks flushing with mortification. "I didn't know that could happen. I…"

"Oakley, don't apologize," he interrupts, his voice laced with arousal. "That was incredible. You're incredible. You squirted because you let go and gave me everything I was asking for, baby." I feel warmth of a different kind invade me as he reassures me. I've heard of squirting. I do have an older brother and I eavesdropped on their conversations all the time. I just never knew what it actually was, but apparently, I can do it and it's not peeing on someone. So yay, I won't be dying of embarrassment right this second.

"What about you?" I ask hesitantly, still unsure of myself, but pushing to sit up, fully prepared to give him the best of myself, "I don't know how. Can you show me how to?"

"Hey," he says softly, placing a hand on my cheek and making me look directly into his eyes, and I can't help but notice how his lips glisten from my orgasm. "This is about you right now, bunny. Trust me, seeing you like this is more than enough for me. Besides, I came in my pants like a fucking schoolboy just from licking you," he says it so seriously, and I don't think he's exaggerating.

"Like a horny pretty boy?" I tease, though warmth blooms in my chest at the thought of him losing control because of me.

"Exactly like that. You always did underestimate the effect you have on me," he admits, the corner of his mouth quirking up before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips and I can taste myself on him. "The sweetest, don't you think?" Jeremiah flicks his tongue out to swipe across mine. Before I can answer, he's suggesting, "Are you ready to try again?"

"A-again?" I ask tentatively, did I hear him right?

"I didn't stutter, Oakley," he confirms, his green eyes glinting with playfulness. "I want you to give me everything you've got, bunny. I know you've got a couple more for me."

With that, Jeremiah's lips find my neck, kissing and nipping at the tender skin as his hands roam over my body, reigniting the desire that still lingers just beneath the surface. This time, however, I let go of my inhibitions and allow myself to fully embrace the sensations he's creating within me.

"Jeremiah," I gasp as his fingers tease me once more, the pleasure building rapidly. "It's happening again."

"Let it happen, bunny," he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. "Come all over my fingers, baby."

And so I do. As the intensity of the moment reaches new heights, I lose myself in the ecstasy, grateful for the man who has shown me that even the most unexpected experiences can be beautiful and breathtaking when shared with someone you trust.

"I can't take anymore." I reach down, trying to push his hand away from my pussy, but he's wrenching my legs open and pinning my hips down so that he can devour me with his lips once more. "Jere- I…oh my…"

"Give. Me. One. More," Jeremiah demands, his fingers pistoning inside me in tandem with his tongue that is now flicking across my clit once again. I feel like my entire body is short circuiting, but he doesn't relent until I'm coming all over his mouth again. "Mmm, that's my good girl," he praises me once again, making the orgasm tear through my body even harder.

"Oh my God," I whisper, my whole-body quivering from the waves still moving through me.

"I'm your God, Oakley?" Jeremiah's voice is light as he moves up on the bed to lie next to me, but there's a darkness in his eyes that tells me that there's only one right answer. Jeremiah cups my face, demanding my full attention be on him. "Tell me. "

"I think you always have been, pretty boy," I say, and Jeremiah doesn't wait for me to say anything else.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his lips slick with my arousal, his praise more intoxicating than any drug. I'm spent, every nerve ending singing with overstimulation, my mind a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Are you happy?" I ask, my voice barely there, a whisper against the adrenaline rushing through me. "Did I do good for you?"

"Oakley," he says, his eyes dark with something akin to reverence, "you did fucking incredible."

He's kissing me roughly, his hand moving to rest against my throat. He's not gripping me hard, but there's enough pressure there to let me know he's back to calling the shots. I like this feeling of being at his mercy, having to follow his every direction.

It's Jeremiah who pulls back when our kisses get too intense. I protest, needing more, trying to press closer to him. I've missed him for so long and now that I have him back, I want to savor every moment. I want to remember what every inch of his skin feels like beneath my fingertips.

"We need to stop, or I'm not going to be able to," Jeremiah's jaw tics with what can only be annoyance. He wants me as much as I want him, and I've never gleaned as much satisfaction from anything else in my entire life. Jeremiah must see the cheeky look on my face because he's quick to pull the sheet up over top of us and turn me to face away from him. He pulls me back, cuddling me against his chest with his arms locked around me. "I know that look, bunny. I'm not strong enough to stop myself, and I don't want you to regret anything."

"Fair enough. I'm exhausted anyway. I guess that's what happens when someone goes for a…what do they call it?" I say on a yawn, the orgasms he pulled from me finally taking their toll on me. I smile once my eyes are closed because he's gripping my hips and groaning as my ass wiggles across his hard dick. "Oh yea, a hat trick. Hockey is such an amazing sport." I know my pretty boy, and it will be football only for me from now on.

"Don't make me punish you for that sassy ass mouth," Jeremiah growls, pressing his hardness against my ass and tightening his arms. "Goodnight, bunny."

"Goodnight, pretty boy."