“Yes!….right there, keep going, oh my god.” There was no keeping it quiet when it came to love making with my husband, Jeremiah Christian knight. And while I’m a hundred percent certain the primary function of the tongue lies somewhere between speech and taste, Jer’s had somehow developed the core function of delivering pleasure.
“You have to keep your legs spread for me sweetheart, I’ll be away for fourteen days and I’ll be needing every taste I can get '' he said, spreading my thighs further, I felt like I was being split in two while he devoured me like a hungry beast.
My orgasm washed over me hard and intensely, whoever said levitation wasn’t possible was yet to have a meeting with my husband’s tongue.
I gasped when I felt him enter me with a fast, hard thrust, knocking the air knocked out of me. I was yet to recover to from my first orgasm but who needed recovery when you can get fucked into oblivion.
He flipped me over to my stomach with ease pulling to an all fours position. Jeremiah's 6 '2 height had always given him the advantage over my adequate 5’7, I refuse to be called short. I felt the sting of his palms connecting with my bare ass drawing out a sharp scream from me. “you like that baby girl ?” he groaned from behind. “yes, yes I love it” I panted.
“Could you go faster baby ?”. He picked up the pace angling himself to continuously hit that spot that sent me into overdrive while reaching around to rub my clit in circles. I was a mumbling mess of pleasure, letting out incoherent words. “God…..baby, I’m so close, squeeze that tight pussy for me,” he groaned, spanking me, causing my walls to involuntarily clench.
A second wave of orgasm tore through me like white hot flames, shortly I felt him jerking behind me, coating my insides with his warm fluid.
By the time we were done, I was a limbless liquid trying to catch my breath and regain orientation. I looked up to see Jer entering the room with a chilled glass of water. He knows how thirsty sex gets me, part of me thinks it’s all the screaming dehydrating me. I let the blanket fall away as I rested my back on the head board to drink.
He slipped into bed, pulling me to him, dropping feather kisses on my neck. “ I wish I could steal you away with me, two weeks is a lot of time to go without you, I might just die.” I turned around to flick his nose earning me a chuckle from him. “Quit being so dramatic, who knows, if the presentation goes well and I have the deal signed on time, I might just sneak away to see you.”
“Promise? I heard the hotels have a nice view from the penthouse, I’m certain your ass bent over the balcony will add to beauty.”
“Do you think they’ll be easy to convince? The Italians, I mean.” I asked, worry etched on my face. I knew how important this deal was to him, it was going to skyrocket the company shares, bringing him closer to his target market Cap. But I also knew how difficult the Italians can be. They preferred to strike deals amongst themselves and tend to stick to family.
“It wasn’t easy at first, as you already know but if they’re requesting a physical meeting, I’m right to assume they’re swaying in my direction. Plus, your husband is quite the charmer, how could they ever resist me?” I chuckled, trusting him and his over-bloated ego to force their way into anything.
I looked at him as he downed what was left of his water, I’ve always found it intriguing how he was the all consuming Jeremiah Knight, known for his ruthlessness in the business world and here, with me, he was just a boy. A very happy one if I might add.
“Keep looking at me like that and see where it gets you.” He squeezed my ass through the blanket with a sly smile. “How about you? How’re you preparing for Monday?”
“Well,” I stretched myself, feeling a fulfilled smile creep to my face. I loved talking about this. “A bit anxious, but I’m sure it’ll go well.”
He looked down at me, his eyes glowing with an emotion that looked so much like pride and something else I couldn’t place. “Yes it will.”
I open my eyes to my alarm blasting through my speaker, I have a vague memory of Jer planting a kiss on my lips and saying something about how much he loved me.
I was too exhausted to even make him breakfast. I dragged myself to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee. I need my daily dose of caffeine to wake me up. Jeremiah likes to talk about how caffeine is not good for you and water is just enough to do the job, but not everyone is a solid wall of discipline and self will like he is, so I dose my system with my drug of choice.
I spent the rest of the day lazying about and preparing for my presentation the next day. Tomorrow is going to be a big day, if I can convince my boss to let me head the new project, then I’d have all the experience and portfolio I need to start my own consulting firm.
I was both nervous and ecstatic, I could feel the life my ten years old self day dreamed of becoming a reality. It was both a scary and fulfilling feeling. I was doing everything I said I would do, I wished my mother could see, she broke her back to give me the life I deserved.
I shook my head, shaking the sad thoughts away. Today wasn’t going to be a sad day and I was certain wherever she was, she was happier than she was here and also very proud of me.
I was done with school, masters degree in the bag, married to the love of my life and on my way to own a firm, this is what dreams and fairytales were made of.
I rehearsed my pitch and put everything I'll be needing for the presentation in place before finally retiring to bed, scenarios of what life would look like after I’ve crossed this milestone off my list playing in a continuous loop. I slept with the widest grin on my face after sending a quick text to Jeremiah.
