the various chances

Epilogue

Lily

Its been over 2 years Jeremy and I were dating. Life had been going as smooth as ever, though we had our difference of opinions on various matters but we were always ready to sit and talk it out and come to a conclusion where both the parties are happy. Similar situation had occurred when we were called to Hannah's school because she punched some kid for touching her hair.

I had been furious over the fact that she was developing violent tendencies while Jeremy was proud as fuck that she threw a nice punch. The kid's jaw was bruised and swelled badly. He even insisted we get Hannah to take boxing classes if she wanted to. I was shock over the very first thing about her punch and Jeremy wanted to promote it.

It wasn't like I was against the idea of Hannah doing something she likes but the fact the she packed a nice punch and Jeremy was pushing her and praising her for it scared the shit out of me. I recall us having a huge fight over this and that night we slept separately, I sneaked in Hannah's room thinking he won't follow me there to carry on the ruckus but man was I so fucking wrong. That handsome idiot was sleeping at door of the room.

We sat together for breakfast and talked it out, all the anger flushed off with the first kiss we shared early morning and the things that followed the kiss where making me worry about Hannah walking on us like this but boy the adrenaline rush and the urge to pounce on him was too high to give a shit.

I'd warn about this once to Jeremy while he was thrusting inside me, hard and fast. We had solved the fight and were naked in the kitchen. My butt on the kitchen counter while Jeremy pounds inside me at a maddening frequency, breathless I say, "Jeremy, slow down. Hannah can walk on us anytime soon. What are we going to tell her if she sees us like this?"

He slammed harder, my head falls back and eyes roll back in it. "We'll tell her that we are making her siblings", he groans and slams harder. I slide my hands down from his back to his tight butt and dig my fingers in it. His thrusts go crazy, I moan, "Jeremy." He slows down and pulls out of me. I whimper.

There is a wicked gleam on his lips; I knew he had something cooking in his mind. I am being lifted off the counter planting my feet to the floor and flipped around, my hands meeting the counter top. I gasp when his hand meets my butt and the slap echoes through the kitchen. "Bend over", his voice commanding and so husky I thought I was going to come right there and there. I palm my hands and bend on the counter.

"oh fuck", I gasp when he lifts one of my legs and places it on the counter. My core throbs from the anticipation. My palms try to dig in the marble when he slaps my butt harshly saying, "this is for making me lose my shit when all I wanted to do was fuck your brains out" -he smacks again- "and this one for being god damn irresistible."

Words were choked in my throat when he slams inside me with one brutal thrust. At this angle I was wide open for him and he was hitting the deeper parts of me. The marble hits my hips every time Jeremy thrusts inside me. It was starting to ache but I was too wrapped up around the pleasure that I didn't bother about the pain coming along it and I was left as a moaning mess.

He slams harder and grunts, "what were you saying?" -I receive a smack on my butt- "what am I?" I was out of breath from all the moaning and it didn't stop there. "Asshole", I respond and he slammed hard and so deep, my breath got knocked out of me. My fingers and toes curl from the heat spreading inside me, I moan when his thrusts pick up the pace.

My hands wanted to grab onto something as I was not able to keep it in. I was so close. My hands reach behind my back but Jeremy takes them in his hand and locks them behind my back. "So fucking close" -he taunts- "aren't you?" Feverish, I nod, "Jeremy, please."