Bonnie shivered as she felt Jeremy's hand begin to slide up her torso, bringing her shirt up with it. She didn't have time to be self-conscious before her shirt was over her head and on the floor. And then he was kissing her stomach—soft kisses planted on every inch of her belly. Her skin was so sensitive to him; each kiss caused her abs to contract. A nervous and small giggle fled from her before she could conceal it. His head shot up quickly and he smiled.
"You're ticklish," He noted. She shook her head quickly.
"No," She lied with a sheepish grin. He laughed.
"Don't worry," he said as he went back to her stomach. "I won't abuse that too much." His lips worked their way up her stomach slowly, stopping just before her bra. He looked up at her, waiting for her consent. She met his gaze and immediately knew what he was asking. She'd kind of forgotten about this part—the fact that she'd have to be naked during sex. She bit her bottom lip as he watched her, waiting for permission. After a brief moment, she sat up and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. But before she could unsnap even one clamp, he was already wrapping his arms around her and unhooking them himself. He placed soft kisses along her cheek as he did so. Once he'd unsnapped the bra completely, he pulled each shoulder strap down one at a time, kissing the flesh beneath them on either side. Bonnie was beginning to feel warm as he removed her bra entirely. She didn't have to wonder what he thought about her breast; his face kept no secrets. His eyes darted around them and then his face was moving towards them. She put her hand on his chest to stop him and he looked at her, eyes narrowed in confusion. She tugged on the black V-neck he was wearing and said, "Play fair." He smiled as she sat up on her bent knees and lifted his shirt slowly above his head to reveal his hard chest. She ran her hand down the middle of it, his eyes following her touch until she stopped just above his jeans. The heat beneath her fingers was burning through him. He kissed her lips then, harder this time as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her bare skin against his as he laid her down again, this time vertically on the bed. A groan rumbled in his throat as he felt her breast against his chest. He wanted to touch them. He slid his hand up the length of her abdomen and tingles rose beneath her skin—mostly because she knew exactly where he was going. His hand cupped her left breast. She moaned softly as his hand grazed her nipple. He could feel it hardening beneath his hand. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, following the path to her breast. He kissed the flesh softly as he held it, his lips moving closer and closer to the growing bud though never quite touching it. Bonnie didn't know what she would feel if his lips ever actually touched it, but she knew that just closeness of them was driving her crazy. He kissed around it for a moment more before taking the nipple into his mouth. It was exactly then that Bonnie felt a strong pull in the lowest part of her stomach. Her back arched up inwardly almost reflexively, pushing herself harder between his lips as he sucked and pure sensation ran through her entire body. A very generous moan fell from her lips as his tongue circled softly around it. His eyes opened then, meeting hers. He'd never heard a more beautiful sound than that one. His lips moved to her other breast, tormenting her again as he kissed and suckled everywhere except the aching tip. He would feel so close to it and yet so far, only giving her a hint of the sensation—so soft and quickly-fading that it left her frustrated.
"Jeremy—please," she quietly said as she moved his head to place his mouth exactly where she wanted it. He smiled inwardly at her plea as he wrapped his lips around the throbbing peak, tugging hard and long as waves of pleasure encompassed her. He went from breast to breast, massaging each with either his hand or his mouth simultaneously. Her body was practically twitching in tortured bliss when he abruptly stopped and moved to unbutton and take off his jeans. Her stomach flipped at the sight of him in his briefs and the extremely visible stiffness between his legs. He came for her jeans next, unbuttoning them as she lifted her hips, and then he pulled the pants from her legs. He didn't waste time with her panties either, sliding them off of her and dropping them carelessly off of the bed. Her whole body froze as his head moved down slowly between her legs. She always thought this part would be sort of weird. She didn't know how she would taste or smell and she would just die if he got grossed out. Noticing her stiffness, he looked up at her in concern.
"Is this alright?" He asked her. She shrugged and chuckled nervously. "Maybe just try it?" He proposed. "I'll stop as soon as you want me to." She nodded and he smiled encouragingly at her. Before she knew it, he'd pulled her bent legs up further over his head, sliding her flat on her back. Then she felt his mouth on her inner right thigh. He kissed the flesh there softly, nibbling on it as he worked his way up. He moved to her left thigh, pecking and nipping all the way up again, leaving her legs trembling. Then she felt his fingers teasingly stroking the lips between her legs. Her eyes widened at the sensitivity and the pleasure absorbed her. He could hardly contain himself as he relished in the wetness he felt there. The moment his lips touched her, was the moment she realized she wasn't breathing. His tongue moved from the bottom and all the way up to her clit, she groaned as he grazed over it. He ran his tongue over it again, separating it from the lips and sucking it into his mouth. Bonnie felt like she was no longer on earth. Her toes curled around the sheets beneath them as he licked and sucked at an agonizingly unhurried pace. She was no longer able to control the sounds that she was making. His hand ran up her stomach as he continued the slow torture with his mouth. She gripped the sheets with her fingers as an upsurge of emotion and sheer pleasure took her over the top. And then her whole body was quivering as she went higher and higher. Her first orgasm. She pulled his head from between her and towards her face, kissing him deeply to conceal the whimpers that his merciless tongue had caused.
"I'm assuming you liked it," He said against her mouth. And she laughed.
"Understatement," she told him. He chuckled, feeling genuinely happy that he'd been able to please her. And then he moved his hand down slowly back to her sex, feeling it again, savoring the moistness. He needed to be inside of her.
"Are you ready?" He asked, still stroking her. Her eyes were closed as she bit her lip, the sensitivity driving her mad. She knew exactly what he meant. She nodded her head, too entranced to speak. The stroking stopped as he ran over to his bag to get a condom. But there was a lingering sensation in her stomach. She watched him as he pulled out the box of condoms, opening it to retrieve one and placing it on the desk. His erection flung out as he pulled his briefs down and off. Bonnie was both mesmerized and scared. She couldn't help but wonder how that thing was going to fit inside of her. But she was also curious.
"Can I—touch it?" She asked before she had time to think. He turned to look at her quickly, a coy smile spreading across his mouth. She smiled back automatically, remembering the latest reason she had to be fascinated by his lips.
"Of course," he said as he moved to stand before her, bringing the condom packet with him. She reached out to touch it, feeling the silkiness of it. It didn't feel like how she'd expected it to. And she liked it. She liked it a lot. She wrapped her small hand around as much of it as she could and ran her hand along the length of it. His eyes closed and his head fell backwards in delight. Watching him respond to her touch was almost as satisfying as him touching her. She wondered if that was the way he felt, watching her go crazy beneath him. Either way, it was clear that he was enjoying it. She stroked gently, up and down, slowly and then faster, over and over. A hoarse groan erupted from his throat. The sound sent a thrill through her.
"I guess I'm doing it right then," she said through a small giggle. He looked at her, his eyes burning now with desire as he shook his head.
"You have no idea," he breathed softly. She smiled rather proudly and then took the condom out of his hand and opened it. She remembered how to put them on from the painful sex education class she'd taken with Elena in eighth grade.
Shit. She thought. Do not think about Elena. She told herself as she rolled the condom over his cock. The quiet deep sounds he made were music to her ears. She moved back on to the bed as he kneeled into it, moving forward as she moved backwards towards the headboard. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her beneath him, spreading her legs open with his knees. Her stomach was flipping again as he caressed softly and shortly against her clit with his fingers. And then he was pressing himself inside of her. There was a slight tearing as she spread to accommodate his width but she wouldn't complain; he was obviously already enjoying it. He closed his eyes and sucked in air between his teeth before exhaling loudly. She felt so good around him—so snug and wet. He froze for a moment, allowing her to open up more so he could move.
"You okay?" He asked her. She nodded quickly, ignoring the minor pain she felt. He pulled out a little and he felt her flinch below him. "Bonnie?" he said.
"Keep going," she whispered. He pushed himself back into her and she moaned, the pain was starting to feel good. The sound gave him the green-light to move again, going in and out slowly; she was still too tight for him to move quickly. But the feeling was like nothing they'd ever felt before. They stared into each other's eyes as he continued moving, the sensation building up in him from his toes. He let his forehead fall onto hers and he kissed her, moving his hands underneath her to cup her ass. She moaned softly through the kiss as she felt him move deeper inside of her. It felt as if every cell in her body was being activated and they were trying desperately to bind with every part of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck to keep steady as he picked up his pace, pushing himself closer to the edge. He cursed quietly as she wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him even deeper inside of her. It was almost too much. He felt like his whole body was going to explode into pieces. He'd never felt anything like it before with anyone else. It was more than sexual. He kept moving, the sound of her moans only increasing the experience. He could listen to her all night—and he planned to if she would let him. She cried out louder than ever as she felt herself coming apart around him. He watched her face as she moved closer and closer to her breaking point; her eyes blinked rapidly, her mouth falling open and releasing her whimpers of pleasure. She was so close. She moved her body up and down as he pulsed inside of her—she felt like she was losing control of her own body, and it felt amazing. He groaned deeply as she moved with him, bringing on friction that pushed him even further.
"Shit," he muttered as he felt himself building up. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down slightly onto him as he pulsed faster. She was almost screaming now as her whole body came alive and her back arched. She moaned an oh my god as she climaxed, and watching her was enough to bring him collapsing down on her as he came hard with a deep growl.
"Oh my god, Jeremy," she said.
"I know." He replied as he kissed her forehead. He rolled off of her to her side and pulled her over to rest her head on his chest. "Are you okay?" He asked. She smirked as she snuggled into him.
"I'm more than okay, Jer. Is this what it's like to be high?" She asked rhetorically.
"Actually, yes." He replied jokingly through a chuckle. She pushed his side playfully as she laughed, remembering his druggie phrase.
"Right," she said. "Forgot about that." She shook her head. He ran his hand softly down the bare spine of her back.
"You know, I'm trying not to be a weirdo and tell you I love you every three seconds, but you make it really hard." He kissed her head.
"It will never ever be weird to hear you say that." She said as she wrapped her arm around him. "Tell me." He rubbed her arm softly with his fingertips.
"I love you." He said and she smiled.
"I love you, too." She replied, kissing his chest before muttering, "Weirdo." And they laughed. Then as the thunder outside grew louder and the rain fell harder, she drifted off to sleep on his chest while he watched her, thinking that he could do this every night for the rest of his life.