SR Hunt Straight to Dessert 
 
 
 For love  
 
        “Jerimiah, I thought you wanted to go to dinner… Have you changed your mind?” 
        “I had something else in mind I wanted to eat,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.  
        I stood in front of the closet in my underwear. My dress was in my hands. There were very few occasions I would wear a dress for, but a date with Jerimiah was definitely on the list. I was attempting to look nice, but Jerimiah wrapped his arms around me from behind and began to kiss my neck, distracting me. “If you don’t stop that I’m going to have a hickey.” I tried to sound stern, but he could feel me melting beneath his lips.  
	“Jerimiah…” My voice betrayed me. I was definitely succumbing to him. His hands ran lightly over my skin, leaving electric chills on my stomach, hips, thighs… His fingers went up my arms, tangled and untangled themselves in my hair, caressed my shoulders. Then they were at my bra clasp.  
	I turned around to his devilish smile and green eyes. “Jerimiah, I’m serious, we don’t have time for this if we want to make the dinner reservation. You’re the one that said we should go out.”	 
	“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,” He shook his head as he grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. “Are you saying you want me to stop?” 
	I looked at him in his unbuttoned shirt, his chest and abs showing, his clean shaven face the very picture of a sexy devil’s advocate. What is this? He proposes we go out to dinner, but then does everything in his power to make me want to stay in with him all night? I slapped his butt, trying to make a joke out of the situation to help my will stay strong against the power of his seduction. “Go get dressed, you bum.” 
	He pretended to pout, but I could see the smile in his eyes. I smiled back at him and stepped into my black and white dress. I pulled it over my shoulders and turned around. Pulling my long, curly hair away to reveal my back, I asked him to zip me up. He stepped closer and grabbed the zipper at my lower back. He leaned down and trailed his lips up my back, making them softly linger over my skin, the zipper following him up. He felt the chills roll through my body, and kissed me tenderly between the shoulder blades.  
	“Jerimiah, you know I’m very ticklish.” I whispered as the zipper finally found its way to the top of the dress. 
	He chuckled. “Oh, yes. I am quite aware.” 
	I rolled my eyes, glad he couldn’t see them, before stepping out of his reach to get my shoes. I may have to put on a dress, and Jerimiah may be a foot taller than me, a towering 6’4” over slightly-less-than-average 5’4”, but I still was not going to wear heels. I bent over to slip my feet into my flats, noticing that Jerimiah was watching my ass with his head cocked and his hands in his pockets. I stood up, playfully exasperated. “Enjoying the show?” He cocked an eyebrow at me, that devilish grin still in place. I sighed with a smile of my own. “Would you please get ready? You’re killin’ me, man.” 
	“I’m always ready for you, honeybun.” He started to take off his shirt, and I knew if I didn’t stop him, there would be no way we’d be leaving the house tonight. Or probably most of the next day. 
	“Sweetheart, let me lay it out for you,” I walked over to him and grabbed his shirt before he could take it off. Pulling it back into place and straightening the collar, I began to button it. “If you don’t get dressed for our dinner now, I won’t get undressed for your dessert later. Ok?” 
	His lips fell open a little as he stared at me walking away. I had caught the slight fidget of his hands, and I had to leave the room or else the dress I had just put on would very soon find itself on the bedroom floor.  
	I walked to the garage door and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulders. My satchel didn’t really go with my dress, but it was my favorite, and I took it everywhere. I hoped I didn’t look too ridiculous with it as Jerimiah came down the stairs; shirt buttoned and tucked in place. I smiled and walked to him. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, “Mon amour, tu es tres beau.” 
	Jerimiah shook his head, noticing the switch to French. “You’re not nice.” 
	“How many times do I have to tell you, mon cher?” I touched his nose with the tip of my finger. “Nice girls are no fun.” 
	He chose to ignore the continued use of French, and fingered the leather strap of the very Indiana Jones-esque satchel hanging from my shoulder. “Do you always get this dressed up?” 
	“Tonight’s a special occasion.” I winked at him and did an about-face. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him through the door. We climbed in the car, buckling in. Jerimiah smiled at me in the dark.  
“Here we are.” He placed a hand on my thigh. 
	“Yes, here we are. And we need to be somewhere else, so… if you could just put the Camaro in reverse that would be smashing.”  
	Jerimiah stuck his tongue out at me, which I returned before he shifted gears. Before I knew it, we were flying down the streets of Las Vegas, the lights of homes, apartments, and businesses flying by in a color light show in time with our music. I reached over and grabbed his hand, pulling it into my lap and tracing the lines of his palm with my fingertip. He closed his fingers around my hand, entwining them. We drove through the streets like that, singing and laughing. 
	Our laughter faded when the playlist ended, bringing a pleasant silence. I bit my lower lip, thinking and smiling as I looked out my window. Jerimiah was watching me out of the corner of his eye, a small grin playing on his lips as his thumb stroked my hand. I could tell he wanted to say something. 
	I looked at him and smiled. “What?” I asked. 
	“What, what?” He smiled back. 
	“You’re looking at me funny,” I retorted. “So what’s up with that?” 
	He shrugged. “I was just thinking, I guess. I didn’t know I looked funny when I thought. I’ll try to keep my thinking to a minimum from now on.” 
	I rolled my eyes and watched as Jerimiah’s finger twitched once on the steering wheel. He cleared his throat. “You know, dinner is overrated. The stars, on the other hand… The stars are beautiful tonight.” 
	I looked at him and slowly shook my head. “Jerimiah, we’re in Las Vegas.” I pointed out the window to the sky. Light pollution killed any chance of sighting more than a few of the twinkling things. “What stars?” 
	Without missing a beat he placed his hand on my thigh, smiled and said, “The stars in your eyes.” 
	I opened my mouth for a rebuttal, but instead I high fived him. “I’ll give you props, that was a good one.” 
	He high fived me back, smiling, and said, “Thank you, but, seriously, I’m not in the mood to be around a ton of other people. I just want to be around you. Who needs dinner? I’d rather go straight to dessert…” 
	“Sweetheart,” I stopped him there and gestured to my entire body, “I put on a dress for this. Shit just got serious.” 
	He laughed at me, placing his hand back on my inner thigh, this time under the dress. Throwing me a roguish smile as his fingers moved sensually over my skin, he said, “Honeybuns, I know you hate dresses, and I’d hate to make you do something you don’t want to do, so how about we get you out of that as soon as possible?” 
	I had a decision to make. Have sex with a very attractive man whom I love, or go to some fancy dinner. Well, when I put it like that… 
	I grabbed his arm and slowly pulled it to me, making his hand on my thigh slide farther up my leg. When his fingertips hit the fabric of my undies, he brushed me through them, making my legs clench as my breath came in sharp. His fingers stroked the fabric slowly once, then twice more, each time sending a wave of excitement through me, but when his fingers began to slide under the edge of them, I said in a light breath, “Perhaps we should go home or pull over or something?” 
	His fingers stopped their progression as he frowned slightly. I smiled at him.  
Logic: the ultimate mood killer.  
Suddenly, he flipped a hard left, throwing me into the door and making the tires squeal. He pulled the U turn, and then sped back down the streets we had just driven through like a mad man on a mission. I held on to my seatbelt, laughing with delight. 
	We pulled up to the house in no time. I had barely unbuckled my seatbelt by the time Jerimiah had my door open. I stepped out of the Camaro, and Jerimiah closed the door. Before I could take a step, Jerimiah’s arms came down on either side of me to hold on to the car, preventing me from going anywhere, trapping me between his body and the car. 
	I began to say some sarcastic remark, but the eager press of Jerimiah’s mouth on mine silenced all thoughts. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even further down to my level. He picked me up, not wanting to stoop. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the house, and to his room. 
	Once in his room, Jerimiah laid me on this bed. I threw my flats and satchel to the floor as he took off his tie and kicked off his shoes. I watched with a grin as he began to hastily unbutton his shirt. I began doing to the best impression I could of thumping music. He started to catch on, and soon he was swinging the shirt above his head and flexing his abs. I laughed through my poor beat boxing as he began to slowly unbutton his pants in a strip tease fashion.  
	Then I got up on my knees and opened my arms to him. “Ok, enough playing around. You have five seconds to get me out of this ridiculous dress.” 
	“Five, four, three, two, one,” He counted down as he crawled over to me, wrapping his arms around me and slowly sliding the zipper down. “Well, the dress is still on. What will you do to punish me?” 
	I shimmied out of the hated clothing and began to nibble and lick Jerimiah’s ear as he laid me on my back, whispering into it, “Vous avez une longue nuit devant vous. I’ll have you begging for forgiveness.” 
	I watched as his eyes shifted from their gray-blue to green, relishing the change. My breasts tingled as Jerimiah removed my bra and nuzzled my neck. His fingertips slipped onto my panty line, bringing them down around my legs and off, where they fell to the floor. I sighed as he kissed my ears, running his lips from the lobe, down my neck, and over my shoulder. The heat and pulse of arousal was strong between my legs. I wanted him so badly. 
	His hand roved to my inner thigh and began to lightly linger over the skin. Slowly, his hand ran upward. He brushed my core, making me wiggle and gasp beneath his body. But his hand continued up, brushing over my hips, lightly tickling my belly, swirling around my nipples. Meanwhile, his lips moved in the other direction. 
	He kissed my nipple as his fingers tangled themselves in my hair. I sighed pleasurably. His hands ran down my body, ending up on my ass. His head began to move south. He kissed my stomach and ran his lips over it, his breath warm and the lightness of his lips on my flesh giving me goose bumps. His lips got to my hips, kissing them softly…  
        …when the ringing of the doorbell halted his progression lower. 
	He froze mid kiss, then burrowed his face into my stomach as I ran my fingers through his short hair, laughing. He sighed, exasperated at the interruption.  
	“Just ignore it,” he said into my stomach, giving me another soft kiss there. An urgent  knock thumped on the front door, making him tense up again. 
	He looked up at my smiling face. I quickly stood, Jerimiah reaching after me, and put on his shirt. Buttoning it, I said, “Ne vous inquiétez pas. I’ll get it.” 
	He frowned at me. “Dressed like that? What if it’s one of my friends?” 
	“Then I can’t wait to see the expression on their face,” I retorted as I headed for the bedroom door. 
	Before I could twist the door handle, Jerimiah was up, his hand on the door preventing me from opening it. He cleared his throat as he reached for his pants. “No, no. I’ll get it. You just sit down on my bed and relax, Sammy.” 
	I smiled at him, releasing the door handle. Another fervent knock on the front door sounded, and Jerimiah growled as he stepped into his pants. I walked slowly back to the bed as Jerimiah stepped out of the room.  
	As I lay on the covers I could hear the sounds of the door opening and mumbled voices conversing. A few moments later, I could hear the click of the dead bolt, and Jerimiah walked into the bedroom. He had barely closed the door and locked it before he was on the bed, kissing my smiling lips and fingering the buttons of his shirt I wore. I ran my hand over his pants, brushing his erection through the fabric. As he kissed and sucked my neck I asked, “Who was that, sweetheart?” 
	“Do you want to donate to Ron Paul?” he asked between kisses. 
	I laughed and answered with a kiss, pulling his lips to mine as he undid the last button on the shirt I wore. I wiggled out of it and threw it aside as he wrapped his arms around me and rolled onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. He kissed me passionately. Then, I tried to move but he held me fast. I pushed against his chest, laughing. 	 
 	He smiled and said, “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to go someplace?” 
	“Go someplace? No. Go down on someone? Yes.” 
	“I do believe that I was just about to do that very thing to you, was I not?” He still held me to him as he rolled over onto his side. Now we lay side by side, chest pressed to chest. I wrapped my leg around his, liking the feeling of his hardness pressed against me.  
	His hands ran over my back, finally ending up on my ass, and I relished the way he squeezed it as his tongue explored my mouth in a passion filled kiss. 
	I moved my hips against his, making sure he could feel me brushing against his erection. His hips bucked in response. I nibbled and licked his ear, whispering into it, “I want you inside me. Now.” 
	He released me from his grip and I rolled onto my back, looking at him through my loose, dark curls. He brushed them out of my face and kissed my temple. “Your wish is my command, goddess of fire. I am your humble genie.” 
	I reached out to him and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down and off. I couldn’t help but stare at him, taking in the man before me. He looked magnificent… his beautifully handsome face with his impossibly seductive and intriguing eyes, his cut and sculpted body, his hard manhood hungry for the lust and passion that waited. I loved this man with all of my body and heart. And I wanted him like I’d never wanted another. I hungered for him. 
	And he fed that hunger. He kissed my lips sweetly, and then pulled back. He stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed my hips, and pulled me to him. He stared into my eyes, watching the reaction there and listening to my gasp as he inserted himself slowly into me. He could feel my initial tighten as my back arched, and he let me stretch to take in his impressive size. He leaned forward and kissed my stomach sweetly, listening to my light breath as he ground his hips into mine, making me gasp in pleasure at the movement.  
	I closed my eyes as my head rolled back. He trailed his tongue from my hips to my nipple, still grinding into me, then he looked up and said, “Sammy, open your eyes. Look at me.” 
	I did just that, staring into his eyes that I loved so much. I wrapped one leg around his waist as he pulled out to his tip, and then slowly slid back in. My gasp was light and I squeezed his hips with my leg. I whispered, “Yes, Jerimiah.” 
	He pulled out and thrust again, lingering in me. He said softly, “Say it again. Say my name again.” 
	Through my gasp of pleasure I said, “Oh, Jerimiah. Jerimiah…” 
	He fed off of my reactions, his thrusting becoming harder, but still lingering within me. I wrapped my other leg around his waist. My fingers clawed at the covers as I used the squeezing and pull of my legs to tell him I wanted to go faster. He complied. 
	My moans rose in volume as he deftly thrust, hitting all the right spots. Pleasure rolled through my body as my brown eyes stared into his green ones. I moved my hips in time with his thrusts; getting the most satisfaction possible out of each movement.  
	Jerimiah held on to my hips, making sure they couldn’t move. He wanted me to have only what he gave me. And, oh, he was generous. My breath was light and quick, interspersed with gasps and moans as I whispered his name. 
        He leaned down and kissed my throat and shoulders, wrapping his arms around me. I put my arms around his neck as he lifted my chest to his. He knelt on the bed, holding me, sucking and kissing my shoulder and neck as he pumped into me. My thighs squeezed his hips. I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping onto it with one hand and clawing his shoulder blade with the other. I moaned into his shoulder as each pleasurable wave rolled through my body, my heaving chest pressed against his. Damn, he was good at this… 
        He knew I wanted friction, craved speed. That’s why he slowed down. He didn’t want to feed my want just yet. His pumping slowed as he listened to my bitter sweet moans and gasps, each one punctuated by my heaving breaths. I grabbed the sides of his head and kissed him passionately. He lay down on his back as I kissed him. Now my legs gripped his waist as I straddled him. I ground into him, rocking my body into his. His hips bucked beneath me, still hungry. I tried to go faster, but his hands led my hips, making them keep a slow rhythm. Because of the linguring speed, I could feel every sensation, every movement… The sounds that escaped me were that of sweet pleasure and desire. 
        I closed my eyes as I moaned, and Jerimiah sat up. He kissed each eye. “Sammy, please. Open your eyes.”  
        I did as he bid, letting him see how intense he made my pleasure, how hot he made my desire. He kissed my lips passionately wrapping his arms around me and again getting onto his knees. He pumped into me again a few times, letting me feel how hard I made him. Then, he turned me around, deciding to finally feed my craving for friction. Now with me on my hands and knees, he grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he thrust and pumped. He reached down and rubbed my clit between his fingers as he did this, drawing screams of passion and pleasure from my throat that sounded foreign even to me.  
        He was drawing my pleasure from me like only he could.  
        He could feel me clench and shudder. He turned me onto my back and leaned over me, holding himself up by his hands braced on the bed next my shoulders. He kept the speed up, wanting me to come hard. One of my hands gripped the back of his head, holding onto his hair, while the other clawed at the covers of the bed. Jerimiah grabbed my hips, pulling them off the bed and getting a steeper angle, going as deep as possible into me. That was too much.  
        I closed my eyes, arching my back, and screamed with insane pleasure as I came hard. Jerimiah fed off my reactions, fed off the energy. He came with me.  
        He collapsed beside me. He took a moment to catch his breath, then he turned his head to me, smiling. I stared back at him for a moment. Then, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “That was…” 
        “Wow.” He finished the sentence for me.  
        “Yeah… wow.” We both chuckled as he put his arm around me, pulling me to him. I rested my head on his chest and laid my arm across his abs, hooking my leg around his. He held me close to him as we enjoyed the simple pleasure of being near each other.  
        I sighed as he kissed my forehead. He brushed the hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear. He whispered to me, “I love you, Sammy.” 
        I smiled to myself, feeling the butterflies that never went away when he said that. “I love you too, Jerimiah.” 
        We lay close to each other, listening to the rhythm of the other’s breathing. I smiled, enjoying the moment. I started humming to myself and felt Jerimiah’s chest rise up and down as he chuckled noiselessly. He recognized the tune. I sang the first part in little more than a whisper as he traced a pattern on my shoulder with his fingertip. 
        “Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature risin’…” 
        Jerimiah picked up the next part on cue, “Higher and higher, it’s burnin’ through to my soul… Girl, girl, girl, you’re gonna set me on fire.” 
        “My brain is flamin’, I don’t know which way to go.” I started to tap my foot to our imaginary beat. I was getting ready to belt out the chorus, when the sound of a dying whale startled me.  
        I jumped a bit, confused at the sound, and Jerimiah glanced down at his stomach. “Ahem. Remember when I said dinner was overrated?” He glanced at me. “I lied.” 
        I stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. I laid my head back on his chest and snuggled to his side, nestling in even closer as my chortles died away.  
        “You should order some pizza, because if you don’t lay here and hold me, I’ll be very upset with you.”  
        “Yes, ma’am,” he said as he leaned over to the nightstand, grabbing his cell. He ordered two pizzas and then threw the phone aside. Sighing, I traced the outline of his muscles and drew patterns on his pecs as he held me to his side. My fingertips ran lightly from his belly button, between the contour of his abs and pecs, brushing over the muscles in his neck, and caressed his jawline.  
        He stroked my cheek, smiling at me. His hand ran over my hair, but then he reached for a particularly curly lock that had caught his attention. He pulled it out a bit, watching the curl stretch, then released it, amusing himself by watching it spring back into place. 
        I watched his face as he did it, entertained by his amusement. Suddenly, I caught a light draft over my bare skin and shivered slightly, getting goose bumps. 
       Jerimiah commented, saying, “Why do women get cold at the most random times?” 
        I slapped his chest playfully. “We don’t control when we get cold. And I’m not cold. There’s just a draft… It’s too hot to be cold.” 
        “Sure, sure. I can’t have my woman feeling a draft on my watch, now can I?” 
        Jerimiah reached over and scooped me up into his arms, standing at the same time. It wasn’t difficult to for him to lift me. I was less than half his weight and he was Hercules anyway. He began to walk off with me.  
        “Where are you taking me, baby?” I asked, slightly suspicious of his next antic. 
        He replied, “Someplace warm and wet.” 
        I furrowed my eyebrows until I realized we were walking into the bathroom, and then I laughed. We walked in and he set me down. He turned on the shower, letting it warm up. He sat on the edge of the tub and beckoned me over to him. I ambled over slowly, smiling at him. When I got to him he brushed my cheeks under my eyes with his thumbs. “Sammy, you really do have beautiful eyes.” 
        “Thank you,” I said as I grabbed his hand and kissed the palm. Then I leaned forward and pressed my forehead to his, my eyes opened wide and staring back into his.  
        “What are you doing, honeybuns?” he asked, confused. 
        “Just making sure you get the best view possible, baby,” I rubbed my nose on his. 
        “You’re crazy,” he stated.  
        “Then you’re in love with a crazy person. What does that make you?” I asked. 
        He grabbed the back of my head and kissed my lips sweetly. “Lucky,” he replied. 
        I cast my eyes down and put my hands behind my back. “Aw shucks.” 
        He laughed at me. Then he stood aside and gestured to the running water. “After you.” 
        “No, no, sir. After you.” 
        “I thought you wanted me to get the best view possible. If you go in first, trust me, I will.” 
        “You little devil.” I shook my head as I stepped into the tub, Jerimiah watching me from behind. 
        He was smiling as he followed me in, joining me in the warm water and steamy mist. I wrapped my arms around him as he wrapped his arms around me. Leaning down, he gave me the sweetest kiss, one that sent electric chills through my body. “I told you Sammy, I’m an angel, not a devil.” 
        “Oops, my bad. But somehow, ‘you little angel’ doesn’t have the same ring to it, you know?” I reached over and grabbed the body soap. I handed the bottle to him with a washcloth and turned around. I pulled my hair to the side to expose all of my back.  
        Jerimiah chuckled behind me. He started to wash my back, giving my shoulders small kisses here and there. By the time he had kissed each of the few freckles I had, I knew that had to end. Showers were for getting clean… Not being dirty. 
        I sighed as I turned my back away from Jerimiah’s lips and into the stream of water, washing the soap off. Our eyes made contact and he could see that I wasn’t going to let anything happen in the shower. But I could see his thoughts in his eyes. He was inwardly saying, “Challenge accepted.” 
        He took the washcloth, adding more body soap to it, and began to wash his body. The suds stuck to his pecs, his shoulders, his abs… He was making eye contact with me, smiling only slightly, as he sensually rubbed his body for my benefit. I gulped, shaking a little in the stream of water. He saw my wavering and held the washcloth out to me.  
        “Would you like to handle this?” 
        I closed my eyes, not wanting them to betray me. Of course he’d use innuendo… 
        I took a steadying breath and reached out for the washcloth. I took a step toward him and began to wash his body for him. I ran the cloth over his collar bone, over his pecs, over his abs, saving his ribs for last. He can kiss my shoulders, can he? Try to turn me on? Well, two can play at that game… 
        I stepped even closer to him, my body less than an inch away from contact with his. I tossed the washcloth to the side and put body soap directly on my hands. I looked up into his eyes as I reached around him on both sides, making sure my body didn’t quite touch his. My hands started at the back of his ribs, and I slowly brought them around to the front. Jerimiah’s hands began to fidget. I ran my hands back over his ribs again, this time front to back, letting my chest press against him and still staring into his eyes as my arms wrapped around him. 
        We stayed like that for a moment, and then I released the embrace. However, Jerimiah’s arms engulfed me, holding me to him again. He kissed my lips with passion and force, showing how much he wanted me. He kissed my neck and knelt as his lips ran over my body.  
        I stepped away from him, back into the stream of the water, leaving him kneeling there. 
        “Sammy, where do you think you’re going?” 
        I smiled at him. “The pizza will be here soon. We should get out.” 
        He grabbed the back of my thighs and smiled at me. “Then I’ll just have to be quick,” he said as he kissed my thighs. 
        I closed my eyes. It would be so easy to give in to him… But this was an exercise of will. I would not cave. I would stay strong.  
        Stepping away from him, I told him to rinse off as I stepped out of the tub. He looked after me with disappointment all over his face. I smiled back at him. “You can wait until after you’ve eaten some pizza, can’t you?” 
        “Pizza can wait until after I’ve eaten some pu…” he closed his eyes and shook his head. “Fine. I’d wait forever for you, honeybuns.” 
        “I’m not asking you to wait forever, baby. Just a little while longer,” I wrapped the towel around me then smiled at him.  
        “Just a little while longer.” 
 
 
 
 Text: SR Hunt All rights reserved. Publication Date: June 9th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-srhunt