A Beautiful Instrument

17: Trust Me, I'll Take Care of You

I wake up the next morning, my cheek resting against Jeremy's firm chest. Our legs are intertwined and his arms are around me. There's no way I'm sneaking out of here to use the restroom without waking him.

"Jeremy, I need to get up." I say nudging him gently.

He mutters without moving. "No you don't."

"Yes dear, I do. Nature calls." I indicate with urgency. He opens his arms, releasing me.

I take my time in the bathroom. I brush my teeth with the toothbrush he found for me the other morning. I splash water on my face. I exit the bathroom feeling refreshed. Jeremy is still in bed. He rolled over onto his stomach.

I crawl onto him, straddling his backside. I start running my hand up and down his smooth and muscular back. Every so often I hit a tiny knot and work it free with my fingers. I lean down and kiss the spot when I do. My hair brushes against his bare back.

"That feels both amazing and tortuous all at once." He mutters into the pillow.

I run my hands up to grip his shoulders and lean down to his ear. "Why's that?"

"I mean, the massage feels great, but when your hair brushes against my skin I remember there's a beautiful woman sitting on my back and all I can do is lay here and get hard as a result." He explains.

"Well, when you've had enough and you just can't bare to keep your hands off me any longer, I think you know what to do." I insinuate.

Jeremy manages to rotate underneath me, his hands stabilizing me as he rolls. His hair is messy and he's not wearing his glasses. My breath catches as I admire him. Our eyes meet and he greets me. "Good morning."

"Yes, it is." I murmur. He reaches a hand up to my face to draw me closer. Our lips meet sweetly. His hand slides under my hair, gripping the back of my neck. I moan gently and deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue into his mouth.

I start to rock my hips slightly. His erection feels so good against my middle. Jeremy breaks the kiss staring intensely into my eyes. "I need to be inside you."

I hop off, removing my panties and kicking them off to the side. He lifts his ass off the bed and pulls his pajama pants off. He beckons me back with his finger. I climb atop him, my wet middle slipping against his hardness.

He takes the over-sized shirt I'm wearing and knots it above my belly button. "If you insist on keeping it on, I at least want to see what we're doing down there."

I grind down on him and he groans. "You mean feeling it isn't good enough?He reaches down between my legs collecting some of my juices and moving up to rub my clit. "Mmm, oh."

"I think you like when I can see what I'm doing." He muses.

"Oh, so you can see without your glasses? Are they just meant to make you irresistible then?" He ignores my attempt to distract him.

The sensation of his fingers on my clit are intoxicating. I reach down and grasp his length, stroking him easily as he is coated in my juices. I position his tip against my opening and shift my hips as he starts to enter me.

He grunts. "Oh fuck yeah. Are you going to ride me, Leigh?"

Just when I thought he was mostly all the way in, he bucks his hips and goes deeper. I place my hands on his chest as I lift and then grind back down. He keeps one hand positioned on my clit, the other grasps my hips.

I have never felt so uninhibited in the bedroom. I move his hand from my hip up to my mouth, sucking and nibbling on his fingers. His eyes darken and we moan in unison. Then I move his hand to my breast. He massages me and rolls a nipple slowly in his fingers.