Joel’s kiss is dizzying. It pulls me deeper and deeper under his spell, not that I wasn’t already under it.
The past few days with only being able to talk to or see one another in short intervals has felt like holding my breath.
“Oh,” I gasp out when he lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the bed.
I lower my hands to begin unbuttoning his top at the same time his lips cover mine. With my feet back on the ground, it’s much easier to undress him the same way he’s started to remove my clothing.
It doesn’t take long before we’re both naked in front of one another. Joel allows his eyes to roam over my body. The same wonderment that was in his eyes back in Montana when he saw me naked for the first time is there again.
My nipples harden to the point of pain as I stand, unashamed in front of him, allowing him to drink in my presence. It’s empowering to have a man like Joel Townsend stare at me like that.
“I still can’t believe I get to touch you,” he says just above a whisper.
His words make my insides turn to jelly. If it weren’t for his arms around my waist, my weakening knees would’ve sent me tumbling to the bed.
Instead, it’s Joel’s strength that pushes me down to my back, his large, strong body moving over me.
I reach down, cupping his length to begin stroking his erection.
A knowing grin crosses my lips when I see him close his eyes and force out a shaky breath in an attempt to keep himself under control.
“What’s the matter?” I tease.
Burying his head into the crook of my neck, he inhales deeply before he presses his lips to my skin. I tremble and moan.
“What’s the matter?” He throws my words back at me with a deep chuckle that lights every inch of my skin on fire.
“Need you,” I whisper.
The time for games and teasing is over.
Joel kisses the tip of my nose. “I know, darlin’.”
I should be embarrassed by how wet that pet name makes me, but we’re long past the point of embarrassment.
Especially, when Joel pushes his way down my body and eagerly begins lapping at my vagina.
He’s relentless as he urgently pushes my body toward a climax. It doesn’t take long for his mouth and tongue to reach its goal.
I come with my back arched, lips parted, and a wild moan bouncing off the walls of the room.
Before I can compose myself, Joel covers my body, his lips on mine. The kiss is as wild and intense as the orgasm he just gave me.
In my rush to get him inside of me, it’s me who pushes him to his back and moves to straddle his body.
“Condom?” I ask with a lifted eyebrow.
“Lube first?” he asks, voice nearly choked with need.
I shake my head. “Maybe next time.” I’m about as wet as a faucet.
He reaches for his pants on the floor with one hand at my waist, keeping me in place. He soon hands me the condom, and I tear it open with my teeth. Within a second, I’ve managed to ease the condom down the length of his dick.
I hover my hips just above his tip and slowly begin to descend, sheathing him inside of me.
Joel’s hold on my hips tightens and we both moan in unison. The sense of coming home after a long time away, coming up for air after holding my breath underwater, and eating a delicious piece of coconut cake, all can’t compare to this feeling.
“Love you,” Joel says a beat before he raises his hips, plunging inside of me from the bottom.
