Chapter 22
May loved the idea of shutting off her brain and allowing her emotions and body to guide her. She'd always been so academic; she related to people with words, with shared interests. She'd never just let her body guide her.
The smile that Jericho gave her when she answered stretched across his face, his eyes crinkling at the sides in happiness. She remembered her first impressions of him; how much older and severe he looked. Now, in bed with her, he seemed much younger and carefree. She saw him take a deep breath, his shoulders rising and his broad chest filling with air.
He stopped smiling, but his eyes remained light, "Take off your clothes," he commanded.
May sat up, gently pushing at his chest until he was on his knees, straddling her legs, but she could sit up. She crossed her arms in front of her body, grabbing the edges of the scrubs she wore and slowly lifted it over her head. As she lifted it, she felt Jericho's hands grasp her elbows, raising them with her, and then gliding under her arms and down her ribs until he could reach around her back. He pulled her body forward so her chest was pressed against his. She felt her nipples pebble. She shivered at the feeling of his hard chest compressing her sensitive breasts. Her quick intake of air signaled her arousal and Jericho drew his head back. His arms wrapped around her back until he could press against her shoulder blades and lower his head to hers.
"Open," he demanded and May opened her mouth. Jericho plunged his tongue into her mouth, rasping his tongue against hers and tracing each side before withdrawing back into his own mouth and then delving back inside her.
"This is what I'll do with my cock," he warned her breathlessly, "I'm just going to tease you," he said, gently circling her lips with this tongue, "just barely entering your tight body."
May moaned, and tried to suck his tongue into her mouth, but Jericho pulled back, his eyes glittering wickedly at her before he attached his mouth to hers again and thrust his tongue inside her before withdrawing and doing it all over again.
"I'm going to enter you hard and fast, May," he told her, "and then I'm going to go slow. So slow that you'll be begging me to fuck you. But I won't, I'll keep going slowly until you start to flutter and pulse all around me."
May pressed her legs together, the ache between her thighs growing painful. Jericho's nostril's flared, "Do you need me?" he asked.
May nodded quickly, "I do," she whispered.
"Lie back," he told her, and May followed his direction.
"Good," Jericho complimented her, "You listen so well."
His hands made quick work of her scrubs. She heard the material rip and she realized he was tearing it off her body piece by piece. Her back arched off the bed as she tried to rub herself against him. Jericho moved a knee between her thighs and grasped her waist, pulling her onto his leg. May continued to arch, her body rising off the bed. Her breasts protested the lack of contact with his chest. Her nipples were so hard that the air against the tips made her moan.
"Touch your breasts, May," Jericho said, "Show me what you want me to do. Tell me how to touch you."
"Like this," May answered, reaching her hands up and grasping each of her breasts, "I need you to squeeze them, and pull at them." Her hands mimed what she needed and Jericho pushed her hands away. She could feel her nipples at the center of his palms. He turned his palms before grasping them tightly, until it was just barely painful. He kneaded them, over and over, watching May's face.
"Harder," May begged, "I want to see your finger prints on me. I want to be reminded of your hands."
Jericho squeezed again before lowering his head. His fingers spread just enough that her nipples peeked between each finger and he latched his mouth to her nipples. His fingers squeezed and May bucked and cried out. His knee came up to her entrance, pushing against her clit and May ground herself desperately against him.
"I can feel you all over my thigh," Jericho said, turning his head to the side before biting down on her nipple. He squeezed her nipples so tightly that May tossed her head from side to side, but she didn't want him to stop, if anything she wanted more.
"Come on my leg, May," he demanded and left her breasts, moving her hands up to cup them and pinch her nipples before grabbing her waist and rotating her body on his leg. May felt a warm burn begin in her core and then travel through her body. It wasn't an explosion; it was better. There was no quick ignition and slow let down, instead, it was a sustained eruption, a hiss of steam that encompassed her entire body making her shudder and wonder if it would ever end.
May realized her nails were digging into Jericho's arms where he held her waist. He smiled at her as she opened her eyes, "That was good," he told her, "but you need to come again."
He held onto her waist and moved his body down until his face was level with her pussy. He let go of one hip and ran his fingers through the hair covering her. He started at her cleft, and pushed through it.
"You came so hard," he told her, looking up and smiling, "that you're running down your legs."
May felt her face flush, "Oh my god," she said, her head falling back on her pillow and covering her face with her hands.
"Put your hands down," Jericho chided.
May lowered her hands, but couldn't look at him.
"Look at me," he told her.
May slowly raised her eyes to look at his face, in her embarrassment, she hadn't been paying attention to what his fingers were doing. With one long index finger, he was tracing her lower lips, gathering up her moisture and bringing it to his mouth.
"Open your legs," he demanded and May, mesmerized as she watched him, did as he asked.
His strong tongue flattened against her inner thigh as he licked her until his nose was buried in her curls. She could feel him inhale against her skin and then his tongue darted out and traced her pussy. She nearly shot off the bed in surprise, but Jericho quickly pressed her back into the bed.
"Don't move," he commanded and proceeding to use his thumbs to open her wide to him. She lifted her head. He stared at her for an inordinately long time, each moment that passed made her ache more and more and she felt a sudden gush of liquid spill from her. Jericho smiled, a hungry predatory smile, until he could scoot forward and lick up the liquid.
"Again," he ordered, and May, unbelievably, felt her body respond.
Finally his tongue moved where she wanted it, but he didn't lick her clit, like she expected, instead thrusting his tongue inside her. It was thick and strong, and he curled it forward. He withdrew and thrust again and May came apart, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching. She heard herself scream out and as she came down, she saw she had her hands clenched tightly in Jericho's hair, holding his face to her.
He looked incredibly proud and May had to laugh, "You're very good at this," she complimented.
He waggled his eyebrows at her and May threw her head back, laughing hard. She wasn't laughing a second later, however, when he kissed his way up her body. He kneeled between her legs and pulled her up, lifting her until her thighs were spread over his and he was holding her above his erect cock.
"Tell me you want me, May," Jericho demanded.
He lowered her ever so slightly, one arm under her butt and another wrapped around her waist. The tip of his cock teased her entrance, just slipping inside her so she could feel the shape of his huge mushroomed head. He lifted her and dropped her again, shallow thrusts that were stimulating something inside her that made her curl her entire body toward him.
"I want you, Jericho," May begged breathlessly.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he said, his voice ragged and low, barely above a growl.
"I want you," she said.
She felt his head shake, "No. Not specific enough. Tell me what you want, May."
The mushroomed head slipped inside her again and he began to lift and drop her quickly. She needed him deeper and attempted to impale herself on him.
"Jericho!" she cried out.
"Tell me!" he demanded.
"Fuck me!" she begged, "Please! Shove yourself deep inside of me! Let me feel you!"
He dropped her weight and she felt him filling her. He was wide and long, stretching her almost to the point of discomfort. He pulled out of her and her eyes closed as she savored the feeling.
"Look at us," Jericho said, making her open her eyes. She stared at him confused and saw him staring down at their joined bodies, "See the difference between us? God," he breathed, and thrust harder before lifting and lowering her faster.
May could see what he meant. He was dark to her light, large to her small, hard to her soft. She threw her head back and enjoyed the feeling of him pushing into her. Soon he began thrust faster and May could feel her hands slipping off his shoulders as he began to sweat.
"Jericho," she breathed.
"Come," he ordered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Just like before, May's body obeyed him. Her muscles convulsed, squeezing and pulsing around him. He seemed to grow, getting bigger and wider before she felt hot cum fill her up. It seemed to go on endlessly, he was flooding her with his seed, and May could feel it trickling out of her body. He held onto her tightly, curled around her like he could protect her from the world. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw that she was lying on her back. Jericho was lying next to her, his head on the pillow as he stared at her. May turned onto her side and winced as her thighs rubbed together.
"Sore?" Jericho asked.
May hesitated.
"Tell me the truth May," Jericho directed.
"Yes," May answered, "but I like it. I like the way it feels right now. Like you're still a part of me."
Jericho smiled, his eyes back to the ruby red color that May was starting to understand showed his happiness.
"I love you," she said suddenly, feeling like it was important for him to know after he'd shared himself with her, "I don't know if you love me. It's okay if you don't, but I love you. I want you to know that." May propped her head on her hand so she could look down at him and started to smooth his hair away from his face, "I want you to think about it when you go to work and hear those terrible people yelling horrible things at you, or when your boss snaps at you, or you're tired or whatever. Just think to yourself, May loves me. Because it's true. I love you, Jericho. With everything that I am."
Jericho's eyes widened as she spoke and he continued to smile, with each word May uttered, his smile grew.
"You love me," he breathed.
"Yes," May answered, nodding her head.
Jericho lifted his head and grasped her hand to hold it to his face, "I love you too, May Nguyen. I'll love you forever."