Chapter 20: Chapter 20
She took in a breath that was trembling. "Don't apologize. Jerome, getting over the blame is difficult, but you won't be able to achieve it by acting like it doesn't exist in the world. My personal experience has taught me that avoiding confronting negative emotions only makes them stronger in the long run.
He detected her effort to bring her emotional armor into place because she was speaking more forcefully, which he picked up on from the tone of her voice.
He didn't want it in place. The two of them shared a lot of similarities with one another. They were both broken on the inside and alone in the world. At this moment, there was only one thing he desired. To get lost in her. to disregard everything else except for this one woman.
His hands moved up her back, shaping her into a close proximity to him and bringing her mouth to his. "Get ready, Anna, because I'm going to make love to you right now." His lips brushed against hers in an attempt at a tender kiss, but she pulled away. However, they were both tightly strung and in need of a release as well as a destination to deposit their feelings of misery and isolation. The storm that was raging outside threatened to expose them.
The rumblings of his passion were heard inside, and they were threatening to lead him to a new and uncharted territory. A location that he did not wish to be identified. A location that he would never venture into. A territory that he torched in order to claim as his own.
Jerome kissed Anna with a raging rage brought on by the accumulation of suppressed feelings. He had no idea why they were coming to light now or why with this woman, and he didn't care either way. Because he believed that she was surrendering herself to him and that she saw him as her escape in the same way that he saw her as his own.
She rewarded each stroke of his tongue and each touch of his hand with a one-of-a-kind response, such as a sigh, a caress of her tongue, or a nip of her teeth. She did this over and over again. Without a doubt, he was hers all along.
He had a hard time recalling taking off his shirt, but he could vividly recall every delicate touch that she made on his exposed skin. She sat back with her back to him, her plump rear end framing his cock as she subtly pressed on his genitalia to tease him. Her platinum blonde hair fell in seductively untamed waves around her face. She had immaculate creamy skin despite not wearing any makeup.
He was staring into eyes the color of a clear blue sky, eyes that were filled to the brim with a message—with passion that was freely presented to him, with tenderness that he had never accepted from another person, but he desired it from her. This time there would be no games, and there would be no struggle for control.
Her fingers caught hold of the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head before flinging it to the ground below her. She did not have on a bra, so her high and large breasts were exposed for him to see. Upon conducting the examination, her nipples swelled and became more contracted. But when he would have reached for her, he refrained, willing himself not to make any demands so that he might savor every moment he spent with her and every possible aspect of their relationship. For the time being, he was taking pleasure in the view she made, which caused a sensation of constriction in his groin.
She seized his hands and pressed them to her breasts as a gentle whimper from her lips as she did so. Her lips were hovering close to his. She mumbled, "I need you to touch me," as her teeth scraped over his bottom lip, arching into his palms as he kneaded. "I need you to touch me."
The audacity of her acts sent sparks racing through his veins, but it was her words and the ardent manner that she glanced at him that swept over him like a raging inferno. Need. She was dependent on him. Who was he to refuse to accept her?
While doing so, he used his thumbs to coax the rosy-red peaks of her full breasts into an upright position as he pressed her breasts together. She rewarded him for his effort with a moan, the sensation shooting straight to his cock and thickening it with need.
Burning with the want to hear another and to please her, he dropped his head and suckled while his tongue lapped at one pert nipple after another. She brought her hands up to his head and ran her fingers through his hair. She assisted her partner in this endeavor by covering her other breast with her hand. He yanked it away, and his tongue immediately went to work on the nipple that was left neglected. He was quite attentive to it.
She softly uttered his name, and he turned his head to kiss her, intuitively understanding that this was what she desired. Her lips were succulent, and her tongue gently caressed his chin in slow, deliberate strokes. He moved his fingers over the seductive length of her neck before continuing on to trace the soft curve of her jaw with them.
He couldn't help but be moved by the way he felt for this woman as he gazed into her eyes for a little period of time. The love that existed between them devoured him; the fact that it was so perfect defies explanation. Despite how hot he was and how badly he wanted to be inside of her. Their passion was both sensual and innocent; it was both straightforward and intricate. The void that was within him wailed, twisted in his stomach, and extended its arms for her.
Jerome kissed Anna once again, feeling need well up in his veins and knowing that soon, a simple kiss would no longer be sufficient. Despite this, he found himself lingering, as if trying to soak up every last second of it. The smell of her, the taste of her, the sensation of her flesh against his, the weight of her breasts against his chest.
Anna parted her lips from his very gradually, denying him the pleasure of her kiss. She examined his features as passion welled up from beneath her dark lashes; an emotion so strong that it rendered words superfluous. He could tell by the sight in her eyes that she was searching for reassurance that they shared the same feelings. There was something in her in that very moment, a vulnerability, that spoke to him with such fullness that he thought he may be looking in a mirror and seeing himself. This was because it spoke to something about her. A likeness that went beyond the sexual urge that they both had; a likeness that encircled them and fused them together into a single entity. He desired to be one with her, to be entombed to the fullest extent, with the warmth of her presence enveloping him.
She moved away from him gradually while reaching for her shorts, as if she could read his thoughts. The same thing was done by him, and he worked hard to get the material down his hips. But he continued to fix his gaze intently on Anna. As the sunshine entered the room via the window, she did not appear to be self-conscious about her physique and made no attempt to conceal herself. As soon as he stripped off his clothes, she began to creep closer to him, her breasts moving alluringly in sync with the motion of her body.
As she watched him perform, she nervously chewed the inside of her lower lip. Her tongue skittered across her lips, and he moaned in response because the action brought to mind how delicious it would be on his cock. She repositioned herself so that she was kneeling at his right hip. When her left palm stroked his shaft, his heart gave a jackhammering sound, and for a split second, his eyelids closed before opening again. He stared as her hand moved up his length, and the act of watching the exploration was as arousing to him as the touch itself had been.
Delicate fingers glided up and down his shaft, following the ridge around his engorged head, and then spreading the dampness that had been building there, which was the confirmation he needed inside of her. However, he was able to keep his excitement in check since he knew that the anticipation would only serve to heighten the experience of joy.
He had a million other erogenous fantasies he wanted to fulfill with this woman, but right now, he just wanted to be a part of her. He desired to become completely disoriented inside the dripping, ideal temperature of her body.
"I can't function outside of you," she said. The remarks were harsh and ravenous, and after that he did not hesitate any longer. He drew her across his lap and supported her weight while she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and directed it to her center. He did this while she was sitting on his lap.
She moved quickly, as if she, too, felt the urgency, and slipped the head of his shaft within her before beginning the enticing slide downward. She acted as if she also felt the urgency. His nervous system was flooded with adrenaline, which made it difficult for him to breathe. As soon as they were one, pelvis against pelvis, and only a whisper away from kissing, he was on fire; he was burning hot and emotionally charged. He was vaguely aware that they were engaging in sexual activity, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out where the feeling had come from.
His nervous system was in overdrive. Every breath that he managed to take was accompanied by a feeling, a charge. And she felt the same way about it, as seen by the heavy rise and fall of her chest. But he was curious in the answer nevertheless, for whatever reason.
He was actively resisting the impulse to squeeze her tightly against his cock and force himself into her, so he kept his body immobile on purpose. Instead, he moved his hand down her arms and massaged them as he worked his way up. Her shoulders were covered in a mess of shining golden hair. She trembled and leaned into him, sliding her arms around his neck and her nipples lightly brushing his chest as she did so. "Why are you torturing me like this?"
And with that, he had his response. She was just as lost in him as he was in her, and neither of them knew why or how they got there. He'd slept with more than his fair share of ladies. Both difficult and quick, simple and laborious. However, he had never in his entire life forgotten who he was simply because a woman had taken him inside of her. But at this point he was completely bewildered.
His fingertips softly caressed her nipples before he gave a gentle tug. Her mouth let out a gasp, and the muscles all over her body began to tense up around his cock. She groaned as her muscles tightened even further in response to his increased force throughout the pull. Instantaneously, her lips were brushing against his, her tongue was sliding beyond his lips, and her hips began to grind against him.
His crotch was shot through with pleasure, and it spread like wildfire throughout his body, as if it were trying to engulf him. However, he cared more about her happiness than he did about his own. He persisted in teasing her nipples by pressing down on them, twisting and pulling on them, and so on. She struggled to breathe up against his mouth.
Jerome began to draw away from her out of fear that he would injure her, but she quickly closed her hands over his and began to give him a ravenous kiss while her tongue stroked his cheek. The kiss did not cause any discomfort but rather only pleasure. Now that she was rocking with more force, he pushed his hips in response to imitate her movements. When he felt that he had achieved the ideal position, he used his mouth to first suckle one of the nipples, and then the other.
Her attention was riveted on his mouth the entire time he was working his lips on her breasts, and the heavy-lidded look in her eyes made it clear that seeing this made her aroused. The more vigorously he suckled, the more rapidly she jerked her hips, which added to the amount of pressure that was being applied to her nipple. He stroked and fiddled with the other nipple, hesitating between gratifying her repeatedly and satisfying his desire for more.