A/N: WARNING! Explicit chapter.
She opened a door and pushed Jerome inside. She shut it quickly to try and drown out the sound of Oswald's voice.
"Your office eh? I'm honored."
"So you should be." she walked over to the window. "I have a nice view at my apartment. But I much prefer this one here."
Jerome joined her over at the window and admired the view with her. He pointed to a building a few streets away. "See that building there?"
"Which one?"
"That one."
"The bakers?"
"No, next to it."
"The...jewelers?"
"Yep."
"What about it?"
"That's where I got your birthday present from." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. "Here."
Scarlett looked down, "Jerome...you didn't have to..." she took it and opened it. She gasped as she saw it was the necklace she was looking at.
"I saw you looking at it a few times, your eyes lit up. They do that when you're excited about something."
Scarlett ran her finger over the pendant and up the chain. "But Jerome the money, it was so-"
"I could always take it back." he teased.
She smiled and closed the box, placing it on the table next to the window. She turned back to him. "Thank you, I love it." she threw her arms around him and hugged him as tight as she could. She pulled back a little and kissed his cheek, but Jerome had turned his head so their lips met instead. Scarlett pulled back a little more. "Oh! I'm so-"
before she could finished, Jerome pinned her to the window, her hands above her head. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. He loosened his grip on her wrists as his hands trailed down her arms and to her chest, then down to her hips. He pulled himself closer to her, pushing her against the cold glass.
She gasps as the glass touched her bare back and wrapped her fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer.
His hands moved down to her legs and lifted them around his waist.
She gripped his hips and moved her arms to his neck, wrapping them around a little tighter.
The ginger moved her to the desk in the middle of the room. He placed her down on the edge of it and moved one hand to her chest. The other hitched her dress up a little, allowing his hands to reach her underwear.
She shuddered at his touch and began working on his shirt, clumsily unbuttoning it as fast as she could. She had wanted this for so long, she had wanted him. She untucked the bottom of his shirt and after undoing the last few buttons.
He removed his hands from her and ripped it off, throwing it to the floor. Immediately, his hands were on her cheeks, cupping her face as he kissed her. He moved one hand to her back and found the zip of the dress. He unzipped it and pulled her off of the table so she stood. He watched the dress fall, Scarlett stood before him with just her black panties on. The dimly lit room allowed shadows to fall on her every curve. He licked his lips and pushed her back against the desk. His mouth immediately against one of her already erect nipples.
She gasped and shot a hand into his hair. She tiled her head back and closed her eyes. Scarlett moaned softly when she felt his tongue swirl around her erect nub.
He enjoyed this sound and with his free hand he was undoing his trousers. His hand then traced up her thigh to her moist underwear. He moved it aside a little. He ran the tips of his finger over her entrance.
She shot her hand out and grabbed his erect member, causing him to gasp a little with surprise, although he wasn't complaining. She began to pump slowly. But her speed increased as soon as she felt his fingers slip inside of her.
Jerome moved from her breasts and pushed her down onto the table so she was laying on it. He knelt down and parted her legs more, his tongue flicked her clit alongside his fingers inside of her. He listened happily to her small gasps and moans, hearing his name now and again.
Scarlett shut her eyes and wrapper her legs around the ginger's neck, pulling him closer to her body.
He began to suck at her wetness and his fingers explored more. He could feel she was close to orgasm, he was intending to giver he more than one tonight. He sped up with his tongue and his fingers until he felt her muscles clench around him, hearing his name moaned louder than before as she shivered.
Scarlett felt a rush of pleasure shoot through her like ecstasy as she came. She attempted to open her eyes, but she felt dizzy, so she lay still until her quivering body stooped. She opened her eyes to see Jerome before her, smirking.
"You sound so good doll and your taste,"
she watched as he licked his fingers.
"Mmmm, so sweet."
She pulled herself up and nearly jumped on him, "Let me taste you, please!" she was almost begging.
"I like the sound of that." he raised an eyebrow then spotted the chair behind the desk. He took her hand and led her to it. He sat in the chair and she fell to her knees before him. "It's all yours doll."
She moved her mouth closer to him, but was surprised as she felt a tug on her hair, pulling her head back.
"On one condition."
"Anything." she replied eagerly.
He bent forward so his face was inches from hers. "That you will be mine and only mine, for a long as you live."
She smiled and her eyes lit up. "Yes Jerome."
He pulled her face close with both hands and kissed her fiercely. "Then I am also yours." he lent back and loosened his grip on her hair.
She moved her head back down to his erect manhood and ran her tongue against his tip, hearing a small sigh from him. In no time at all, she had him all in her mouth, sucking and moving slowly. His moans were the best thing she had even heard. Each one made her even more wet.
He moved his hips, forcing her to gag a little as she took him in. His eyes staid on her, watching her every move. He felt himself coming close. He pulled her head back.
She looked up at him and licked her lips. She slipped her hands down to her soaking underwear and slipped it off.
He pulled her up and guided her to sit on his lap.
She straddled him on the chair. Her heart was beating so fast it felt as if it would burst from her chest at any moment. She lowered herself onto his manhood and let out a loud content moan of pleasure as she felt him slide inside of her. Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt him thrust up. She began to rock on him, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Jerome placed his hands on her hips, helping her move and thrusting in time with her. He watched her face change into one of pleasure each time he hit that sweet spot he had found instantly. He moved his face to her neck and began kissing and nibbling at it. "Here is were I'm going to leave my first mark on you."
"Mmm yes! Jerome!" she moaned.
His nibble turned into a harsh bite and a suck, making sure he left a prominent mark on her skin. His mark.
She gritted her teeth at the harshness of the bite, but she didn't care. He could draw blood and she wouldn't care, because it was him who was doing it.
Once Jerome was content with the prominent and harsh mark he had left on her skin, he held her bum and moved her onto the desk.
She sat on the desk with him still inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him again pulling him flush against her.
He thrust harder than he did before, making her moans louder. He watched her eyes close. "Open them." he ordered.
She did so and looked into his hungry eyes.
"I want to look at you when I cum inside of you."
Her heart fluttered at the sound of that. She tightened her grip on his legs. Her arms were now wrapped around his chest, her nails dug into his back.
Jerome placed his forehead against Scarlett's as he climaxed deep inside of her. He felt her tighten around him as she did so as well, followed by a moan of his name.
They both paused in their positions, pressed against each other trying to catch their breath, sweat covering both of them.
Scarlett moved a hand up to his cheek and caressed it before kissing him. "Did you mean what you said, about being mine?"
He nodded. "Of course doll, as long as you are mine."
She smiled. "Yes! Of course Jerome!"
He smiled and placed another kiss on her lips. "Now," he pulled his face back a little. "I think we should get back to the party, you are the birthday girl after all." he winked. He looked around for her dress. Once he found it, he helped her step into it and zipped it up.
Scarlett fixed her hair as Jerome finished getting dressed.
Jerome picked up the small box and opened it. He walked over to Scarlett, who was in front of a mirror. He placed the necklace around her neck and did the clasp up at the back. He looked at the mark he had left in the mirror and ran his fingers over it, his mouth was next to her ear. "Shall we?"
She turned to him. "I think I need that drink now."
He smirked and took her hand, leading her back to the party.