Poems For Daniel

Twenty-Three

(A/N: I understand it's Sunday. So, if you are in church right now, do not read this! Wait until you get home or get some privacy to yourself or something. This chapter is of really mature content. ;) Just letting you know before you start reading.)

I awakened the next morning, finding a sticky note stuck to my forehead. "Mom decided to work today & she won't be back until around 10. Josh and I went Christmas shopping. -Serene." I sighed before sitting up in bed and stretching. That's when the hangover hit me. I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth, did my hair, and took some asprin. I threw on a hoodie and a pair of sweats. I made my way toward the kitchen to make myself breakfast, singing "Let it Snow" on the way. "Let it snoww! Let it... snow," I mumbled while grabbing a bowl. As I began preparing cereal, the doorbell rang. I sighed before making my way toward the front door. I opened the door, and there stood... Jeremiah. "Hi," he greeted. "Hi," I repeated, trying to contain the butterflies in my stomach. "How have you been?" he asked. "Fine," I nodded. "You?" I questioned. "I could be better," he replied, looking at me in such a way that I knew that he'd be better if we were still together. "So, uh... Why are you here so early?" I asked him. "It's 2:00 in the afternoon," he replied with a slight smile. "Whatever," I playfully rolled my eyes. He chuckled. "Well, I'm here because I saw you at the party last night... I just wanted to say that you looked... gorgeous last night... I wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it," he told me. I looked down, pulling my hood onto my head. "Is your mom home?" he asked. "No," I shook my head. "M-May I come inside?" he inquired. I hesitated before nodding my head. "Sure," I answered. He stepped inside before I closed the door behind him. I assisted him with taking off his coat before hanging it on the coatrack. He turned toward me before taking my hand into his. He intertwined our fingers before stepping closer toward me. "Are we going to act like a bunch of strangers or are we going to pick up where we left off?" he asked. I smiled slightly while looking down at our joined hands. "I miss you," he whispered, making me look up at him. I smiled slightly before he pecked my lips. My knees began to weaken and my heart began to race. I melted like butter as he continued kissing me. I was almost at full mercy of him until Serene's voice came into my head. "This'll give him time to mature. And, this'll give you time to live." I pulled away from him, pulling together all my strength to do so. I placed my hand over my racing heart as I looked up at him. "What's wrong?" he inquired, running his thumb along my freckles just like he used to. "St-stop touching me," I told him, slapping his hand from me. "Why?" his eyebrows furrowed. "This distance is good for us, Jeremy... I'll have time to do things that I've been too stubborn to do, and you'll have time to mature. And, we'll both have time to figure out if this is really what we want," I told him. "I already know what I want, Safaree," he placed his hands on my hips and pulled my body against his. I looked up at him, a bit taken back by the gesture. "I know what the fuck I want," he growled into my ear while squeezing my ass with both hands. "J-Jeremiah," I whispered while closing my eyes. "You know what you want, Baby?" he asked, beginning to kiss my neck. I bit my lip, struggling not to give in so easily. "Huh?" he whispered. "Yes," I nodded. "What do you want?" he asked. "Y-You," I answered as he began slipping his hand into my sweats. "J-Jeremy, stop," I panted, looking up at him with half open eyes. "You're getting so wet," he smirked while looking into my eyes. "St-stop," I began leaving scratches on his arm. "You want me to go deeper?" he asked. "Yes," I whispered. A moan flew from my lips shortly after my answer was given. "J-Jeremiah, slow down," I told him. He followed my orders, leaving hickies on my neck. I eventually gathered the strength to pull his hand from me. "My room... Let's go," I panted. He smiled...

I laid him on my bed before straddling him. "You missed me?" he asked. "I guess you could say that," I whispered while grinding on him and kissing his neck. "I missed you like crazy, Baby... Every night I thought about you and your lips and your other lips," he chuckled. "It's good to know that I've been on your mind so often," I spoke while slipping his shirt over his head. My tongue slowly maneuvered down his torso. He licked his lips at me as I unbuckled his belt. "What are you gonna do to me?" he bit his lip. "Just wait and see," I winked. I slipped out of my bottoms before pulling down his jeans and boxer briefs. I slowly moved myself down onto him and got adjusted to being on top. We both let out a sigh of pleasure before I began grinding. I bit my lip and mumbled curses under my breath. "Yeah, just like that, Baby," Jeremy muttered, placing his hands on my hips. He guided me onto him, his eyes closing only halfway. "You love me?" he asked, the vein popping out of his neck as his grip on my hips became tighter. I became faster as he intertwined our fingers. I moaned, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. I bit my lip to put my moans on hold, letting out whimpers instead. I looked at him, my eyes only half open. He bit his lip, looking deep into my eyes. He motioned me to come closer to him. I leaned down toward him. His hand placed itself on my neck as his lips parted. "Y-You never answered my question," he grunted as I slowed down. "What was your question?" I inquired. "Do you love me?" he asked as I pushed myself from on him only to slam back onto him. "Fuck," he mumbled before gripping my hair. "D-Don't ignore or avoid the fucking question," he growled into my ear. "Who said I was?" I asked, sitting back up and beginning to bounce. My eyes ended up rolling into the back of my head as he looked up at me. He looked at me intently, trying not to moan or groan. "Come on, Big Boy. Moan for me," I whispered into his ear. "Shit," he mumbled. "A little louder," I whispered, slowing down. "S-Safaree," he groaned. "Just like that," I ran my fingers through his hair. I began riding him again. "Damn, Baby," he groaned. He began to sit up, but I pushed him back down. "I'm in control, Jeremiah. This shit is mine tonight," I growled into his ear. He gripped my hair, gazing into my eyes. "Whose is it, J?" I inquired. "It's... yours," he muttered. "Whose is it?" I repeated. "Y-Yours." he answered again with his eyes closing. I continued riding, my pace slowing down. "D-Don't fuck with me, Safaree. You know I'm almost there" he managed to say without moaning, his hand moving to one of my breasts. He pinched tightly, causing a moan to fly from my lips. "J-Jeremy." I took his hand into mine and intertwined our fingers. "You want me to go faster?" I asked. "Yes," he nodded. I grinded even slower. "N-No, Safaree," he began placing his hands on my hips again. "I thought you shook your head," I innocently spoke, taking his hands into mine. "You know I told you to go faster, you fucking tease!" he shouted, struggling not to moan again. "Seems like my baby's getting a little anxious and frustrated," I bit my lip. "You got a smart ass mouth for a first-timer," he groaned. "I know you love it though," I took two of his fingers and slipped them between my lips. He stared at me breathlessly as I sucked and swirled my tongue around. "St-Stop playin'," his other hand rubbed against my thigh. "Make me," I replied. Almost in an instant, I was on my back, and he was pounding into me. My lips were parted, but nothing seemed to find it's way out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my nails dragged themselves up and down his back. "I don't hear your smart ass remarks now," he smirked. I moaned, gripping his hair and keeping him close to me. "Yes... Yes," I bit my lip. He pinned my wrists to the bed as he began kissing, licking, and sucking up and down my neck and chest. "J-Jeremiah, please," I called out. "Please what? What do you want me to do, Baby girl?" he looked into my eyes as he grinded. "I-I want you t-to... tongue-fuck me," I began bitting my lip. "How bad do you want it?" he asked. "I've gone weeks without you, Jeremy. How bad do you think I want it? Baby, I-I need it," I answered. He smirked slightly before pulling out and laying on his back. "Come on," he said. I hesitantly did so. He pulled me up to his face. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach just by the way he was breathing onto my most sacred place. "Are you ready for it?" he asked. I nodded before he dove in. "Yes," I moaned, my hand moving behind myself. It slid down his torso and toward his "prized possession." He went deeper as I took him into my hold. I held him firmly and began going up and down. He lightly bit me as his hands began lightly clawing at my lower back. I had one hand lost in his forest of hair while the other was giving him pleasure and motivation. "You're s-so wet," he mumbled against me, trying to disguise the pleasure he was receiving. My eyes closed as my head was thrown back and my hand went faster. "Fuck," his grip on my lower back became tighter as he went deeper and faster. That feeling rushed over me again, and I knew that at any moment I was going to burst. "D-Don't hold back, Baby," I told him. Almost at the same time, we reached our blissful states, releasing what we had been holding back. We sat still for several moments and let the last waves of pleasure rush over us. That's when I realized how fast my heart was beating. It felt like a drumroll was being played. I moved from my position and straddled him regularly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. His was just as fast as mine.