His eyelids drooped, hooding his arousal.
And on her hips, his hands squeezed tighter. Like he was losing his control.
“This ride’s for you,” she breathed. “What do you want?”
“I want you. All night long.”
“I’m yours.”
“Fucking right.”
“I want to touch you.” He smoothed one hand over her belly, his thumb brushing the top of her slit.
She leaned back, bracing her hands on his knees, and her clit arched into view. Into touchable range.
His touch felt like fire licking between her pussy lips, and she rocked her hips, protesting at the same time. “No…”
“Why not?” He stroked her relentlessly. “If you come, you’ll make me come, and we’ll both be happy.”
“I want this to last.” She threw herself forward again, curving on top of him. Clinging to his shoulders, trying to take back some control.
But it was lost now, the wave breaking, and Josh grabbed her. His hips surged into her from below, both of them panting hard. She could feel the edge of the climax rippling. “Josh…”
“I’ve got you.” He thrust into her and held it, turning his head and finding her mouth with his. “I’ve got you,” he repeated before kissing her.
She closed her eyes and let him take over. He swallowed her fears and her desire, her need and her desperate want formore. And once her body stopped shaking, he moved them together again. Slowly.
Like he’d found them a fresh wave to surf.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face there. Her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her ass slapped down against his thighs.
And between her legs, he stoked the kind of fire that could burn all night. He gave her the slow, careful fuck she was looking for.
No rush.
And when the fire finally caught, when they’d kissed and groped and ground against each other enough, when she finally breathed, “Faster,” he knew exactly what that meant.
He kept doing what he was doing, justmore of it, like he downshifted inside her, giving everything he had a little extra juice, and then they were flying together. His hands held her hard against him, their bodies slapping noisily with each button-pushing thrust.
“I want to feel you come,” she whispered in his ear. “Can you fuck me so hard you lose it?”
He laughed, and cursed, then slapped her ass. “Yeah, baby.”
His other hand snaked between them and found her clit, then he pushed back into her, all the way, and pinned her hips in place as he jerked against her.
That he’d been that fucking close this whole time made her lose her shit. Her pulse slammed in her ears, a storm roaring inside her now, and she threw her head back. He latched on to one of her nipples and pinched her clit between two fingers, sending her spiralling, too. His name tore out of her mouth as her whole being clamped down, then fractured. Bliss, it turned out, was found on the other side of complete destruction.
The seismic aftereffects of her climax seemed to match the shaking in his body, too. His chest heaved beneath hers, his thighs helplessly twitching.
There was no better sound in the world then the satisfied exhale he let out as he trailed his fingers up her damp spine. “Well, that was fucking hot.”
“We steamed up the windows,” she said, giggling.
He glanced up. “Sure did.”
“Should I…” She moved to get off.
“In a minute.” He tightened his grip on her, and she relaxed again.
