My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

My Library Fantasy: Jeremy, Chapter 4

... must have been much smaller and more delicate than me. This gave me confidence, "Welcome to my house," I said, "What do you think?" I realised that he had not been in someone's house since he got put away, and this all must be very weird for him. I definitely had the advantage here. I was safe. He looked around, looking decidedly uncomfortable, before centering his gaze on me and truly taking in what I was wearing. I had a short, tight leather biker jacket on, a sleeveless top, skinny jeans and black high heeled boots. "Hayley would you please just fuck me," he said, fixing on my eyes, "Please." I guess he wanted something familiar to end his obvious feelings of being out of place. And what was familiar was fucking me. I grabbed one of his hands, pulling it out of his pocket, and used it to pull his body flush against mine. I arched my back gently so I could press all of me into him, and kissed him hard on the lips. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me even closer to him, as our tongues found each other and began a frantic, passionate, deep kiss. I wrapped my arms around him too, so that there wasn't a millimetre of space between our bodies, and slowly pulled him forwards, into my living room, and towards my sofa. He stepped forward, helpless, lost in me already. I stepped back, leading him to where we were inevitably going to fuck. And it was inevitable now, this was going to happen, out here in the real world. My stomach flipped and my pussy grew wet, remembering my ...

... last orgasm with him. I ripped my own jacket off and threw it to the floor. The backs of my legs found my sofa and I sat on it, breaking the kiss, then lay down immediately, pulling him on top of me. He didn't resist, and we kissed again, our bodies touching completely once more. Only this time I wrapped my legs around him too, crossing my boots over his bum. As we enjoyed each others mouths, he put his hands flat on either side of my head, and started to grind his body into mine. He was hard, maximum hard, and he pushed and ground his cock into me as hard as he could. It felt so fucking good. His kiss became lighter, and he moaned into my mouth a little bit as he rubbed himself against me. It was lovely watching him enjoy himself, with nothing else to concentrate on. As he moaned, he realised he could make as much noise as he wanted to, so he did it some more. I realised it too, and broke the kiss off completely, tilted my hips up as far as I could and let out a long, loud, "Mmmmmmh." I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and he sat up so I could lift it over his head and throw it on the floor. I tilted my hips up even more, forcing him to stay sat up like that, and put my feet down flat. I pushed up from the sofa, rocking my hips into him wildly, and said, loudly, "Jeremy! I fucking want it!" and then adding, "I've been wanting to shout that out loud for so long!" He laughed his laugh that he only did for me again, like he couldn't believe this was really happening, and leaned ...