The next morning, I wake because I feel lips pressing upon mine. My body feels heavy as if a stone is covering my limbs.
My eyes flutter open to find Jeremy's face at my neck, breathing heavily as he kisses the skin there.
His wrapped arms around my waist tighten. He leaves a trail of heat from the base of my neck upward to the line of jaw, eventually finding my lips.
I let out a soft mewling sound, the sounds vibrant against his lips. He parts my mouth, absorbing as well as plunging his tongue inside.
He breaks away as he begins to tail nips down my chin, my neck and my collar bone. I'm absorbed in each sensation I feel radiating from the contact.
"You're so irresistible Leyla. I need you." Jeremy croons between my breasts.
Suddenly he shifts and sits us up so that I'm straddling him on his lap, his member presses at my inner thigh.
I feel myself liquidating even more with need.
"How about a morning wake up call." I feel his smirk as he takes one breast into his mouth.
I gasp at the contact, "I will be late for my job." I fail at a protest.
"Mmmh," both his hands grip the cheeks of my ass, teasing me and making me even more wanting.
It is getting really difficult to find reason of why we shouldn't do this now.
"Are you still thinking of your job?" He asks as he grips my hips, moving me up and position himself between my entrance but before he can sink into me. He stops.
"Shit! I'm forgetting protection. I never forget!" He stares at me with a look of pure wonder and surprise.
"You're making me forget everything now." A smile is playing on his features.
He then shifts us so that he can lean to the drawer to take another pack of condoms.
"Never liked them. Might call the good old doctor so that he can sort you out." He tells me as he rolls the latex on his length.
I frown at him, "Sort me out?"
"Yes, with contraceptive. I don't want you getting pregnant."
I gasp, inwardly freaking out. Pregnant? We barely know each other, I am still young and my life is already a mess. Bringing a baby now especially in this situation with him will definitely complicate things.
I mean I don't even know what we are, what our relationship is.
"From your reaction I can tell you don't want that either."
I nod. "We've only known each other four days."
"Well these past four days have felt like an eternity." He drags me into his lap and instantly begins sucking at my neck.
"Getting tired of me already?" I joke.
But instead of smirking as I expected him to his face draws away from neck, he then proceeds to take my face into both of his hands. His eyes is serious.
"Leyla, I don't want to ever let you go."
He kisses me, biting my lower lip, making me squeal in pleasure.
I start groaning as he slides my entrance on top of him in one swift thrust.
Pleasure shoots inside me there and immediately I begin moving upwards to get some friction but he stops me.
I gaze at him, our noses touching. Desire and something more is printed in his eyes. My arms are around his neck and his are holding me protectively from my back.
"Can you feel that?" He simply says as he thrust upwards, allowing himself to sink even more so inside me.
I let out a groan of pleasure.
"That's me, baby. All of me." I feel him all the way inside and the pressure is getting too much that all I can think of is getting some friction.
"Say you're mine." He orders as he swivels his hips around, his member rotating inside me.
"Jer...Ah!" I moan.
"Say it!"
"I'm yours, always!" I groan when he hits my g-spot.
I open my eyes and he has the widest grin.
"Do you any idea how much you mean to me?" He asks softly this time.
I shake my head, my thoughts swimming incoherently.
"A lot." His voice is husky and raspy. He kisses me for a longest time that in the end I feel as if I'm burning from fire of it.
"Okay. Move." He falls back down on his back. I grip on his upper arms for support as I allow myself to move up and down on him.
We fall into a rhythm.
***
"I'm going to call the obgyn to schedule you an appointment." He says later when he discards the used condom.
I frown at that, I don't feel comfortable about this. I know I agreed for him to help me, but I'm not if this will benefit both of us. Plus, it means more of his money used on me.
"Another expense?" I sigh inwardly.
"Hey, it's not an expense, not when it comes to you. You know I want to protect you, right?" His eyes penetrate right through my soul.
I smile, "You're being too kind to me, for someone you met on the streets, Jeremy."
"What I feel right now, it's as if I've known you forever." He tells me a he wraps his arms around my front from behind.
I enjoy this bliss for a few moments and then suddenly I gasp remembering that I should be at work. Instantly I dart away from his arms.
"What?" Jeremy asks concerned.
"I'm going to be seriously late, and it's my second day at work."
"Do you have to go to work?" He falls besides me on the bed and I sit to scold him.
"Yes. We talked about this." I tell him.
He sighs grumpily, "I know. We did."
"I cannot wait for the day you finally let me buy you things, just to prove you how worthy you are."
I smile shyly at him not entirely sure what to say to him. Does he know what his words are doing to my heart?
Of course he doesn't know.
"Come let's go and eat before I decide to keep you here for the rest of the day," he offers his hand for me of take.
Once I'm off his bed, I drape on the robe he gave me last night.
***
Once again I find myself staring awestruck at his kitchen. We are both sat at the kitchen counter with our breakfast in front of us.
After I had taken a shower while he'd been speaking on his ever ringing phone we had gone down the stairs and I'd officially met the hired help, Mr and Mrs Brown.
Mrs Brown is a faired haired woman whose reticent character kept me thinking of how amiable she is in her own reserved way. She had already made us breakfast when we'd arrived. Her husband, Mr Brown, only offered his small greetings before he went back to their quarters.
I am currently gorging on the eggs and I'm conscious that Jeremy has his whole gaze fixed at me while he eats his share.
"When do you finish your work?" He asks me in a serious tone.
"Three." I answer, curtly.
He frowns at that. "I agreed I will let you keep your job as part of your condition but I have my conditions too," he starts.
"I want you stay with me--"
I frown at him, ready to disagree but he continues before I can say anything else.
"Temporarily, until you find your place, how is that?" He asks hopeful at me.
I frown at my breakfast; inside inner voice begs me not overthink about this and just let him help.
I relent. "Okay."
That resulted in his surprised expression. He blinks at me a few times. It's obvious in his expression that my answer is unexpected.
"No arguments?"
I smile at that. "No arguments. But I'll stay until I find a new place."
I tell him with a smile on my face, however, inside I am trying my hardest not to let the fact that with just a waitressing job, it will take a long time to find a place. I try not to let the fact I will be in his debt, get to me. Besides he's said I wouldn't owe him anything.
"Of 'course. And you are going to let me pay this woman off. If I am to have you--even if it's temporarily-- then I better have you all to myself."
I smile lovingly up at him. Such words, such emotion. Does he realize the effect his words are doing to my heart?
"Thank you, Jeremy, for everything." I vacant my breakfast and move closer to embrace him.
My arms wrap around his shoulders and instantly he snakes his on my waist, his face burying on my neck.
"And you'll let me buy you a new wardrobe," he adds, testing. As if he's testing the waters.
I stiffen at that, remembering how much his choice of wardrobe would cost. "I can buy myself wardrobe."
He releases me to gauge my reaction. He bites his lip and his eyes stare up at me in mischief.
"What?"
"I sort of already purchased new clothes for you."
"You did what?" I screech.
"Don't bite my head off." He laughs at my reaction.
"Jeremy," I begin to complain.
"Please." He pleads and he moves his arms from my waist to clutch my hands.
I try to contain my sudden anger.
He is just looking out for you Leyla, you see he cares. He sees that you are short on clothes considering your status. He's being generous to you. How many people have bought you clothes before? My inner voice reasons with me.
Obviously the answer to that is none at all.
"What is your aversion with me buying you things?"
"It's not an aversion; I do appreciate what you are doing..." I trail, while sighing. "It's the price of the clothes you buy that I'm horrified at."
"What is wrong with the price?" He asks.
"It's too much."
He seems shocked, "Too much?"
I nod.
"Leyla, I'm a rich man believe me I can afford anything."
"I know that," I free my hands from his to caress his cheek. "Jeremy...I am nothing, I've been brought up with nothing and I've accepted this. So you waltzing into my life and showering me with this much luxury," I wave my hands around the kitchen as an emphasis.
"Well it's a lot to take in and I cannot just accept it, not with knowledge that it will soon be whisked away depending on how our relationship progresses and then I'll be back to square one. Plus, we've only met each other a few days and what you're offering, it's like you're jumping the stages or should I say rules."
He has been listening to my speech with a look of tenderness that I cannot comprehend. He takes my face in his hands effectively drawing me closer to him.
"Firstly, You. Are. Not. Nothing. Okay?" He kisses my nose. "You might not have everything but you're not nothing. Not to me you're aren't."
Such words, such passion. Such inflammation in my heart.
"Secondly, if I want to spend money on you, I can. And I will shower you with luxury, continuously in fact. All you have to do is accept it, regardless."
"Thirdly, what I feel for you right now Leyla is beyond what I've felt with anyone. Every minute I spend with you is magical, I can't seem to want to part with you. All I seem to think about every minute is you. Of course it scares me that I've only known you a few days because what's in here," he grabs hold on my hand and presses it on his chest. I feel his ever pounding heart against my hand.
"What's in here is a whole world of you. You have bewitched Leyla and I am under your spell." He confesses.
If that isn't declaration of love then I don't know what is. My heart is beating so loud with each word he's said and I think I've fallen in love with him.
"I am scared too."
He smiles at me, his hands still on my face, "Then stay with me, please let me buy you the world."
"Okay." I close my eyes when he inches closer to me.
"Okay?" He teases me when his lips brush upon mine, leaving a tingly sensations.
"Mmh-hmm." At this rate I am not even sure what I am agreeing on, all I can think about is his lips moulding with mines.
"Good." He says before launches his lips upon mine.