“You have to understand—not only did you just stroke my ego, but that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh.” She tucks her hair behind her ear, lips slightly curling at the corners. “Well…don’t expect it to happen again.”
“It’ll happen again,” I say, so self-assured. “I promise.” I lean down and kiss her forehead.
42
JOSIE
“Once you eat,you can go to bed.”
I’m in a daze, stuck in a cloud of ecstasy. Post-orgasm waves still wrack my body. Every so often my clit softly pulses and my body shudders uncontrollably. It feels like my body is still chasing the high from just a few minutes ago.
“I really would’ve been okay with just water,” I murmur into his neck.
My stomach decided to grumble after we got out of the shower. Personally, I could’ve skipped food all together and just gone to bed. All I wanted was to put on my pajamas, wrap myself in my blanket, and replay everything that happened in the shower, but Daniel wasn’t having it.
He’s been taking care of me. More so than usual. It’s the bare minimum, but he washed me off after he came on me, wrapped a towel around me, gave me his shirt and a pair of socks so I wouldn’t get cold even though my room is just a few feet away from his. Now he’s carrying me down the stairs because I told him I didn’t feel like walking. I’m holding on to him, my chest to his back, arms wrapped around his neck, legs strapped around his torso.
“No, I want to make this a ten out of ten experience for you. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t feed you after giving you the greatest orgasm of your life?”
I lazily smile. “The greatest orgasm of my life?”
“I’m pretty certain I heard you say it. You probably don’t remember. You were too busy screaming my name.” I hear the smirk in his voice.
I scoff a laugh. “It’s called acting.”
Now he scoffs as we enter the kitchen. “Josefine, please. Was it acting when you came the first? Second? Third? Fourth time? Or when you squirted all over me? If you don’t remember, I’ll gladly give you a play by play with all the details.” He sits me on the island, spins, and parts my thighs, settling between them. “I happen to have a pretty damn good memory.” He flashes me a crooked grin.
“I’m good,” I deadpan.
“You sure, baby?” He lifts a brow. “Did I not leave enough cum inside your pussy? I’m happy to give you more, if that’s what yourneedypussy needs.”
I fight against clenching my thighs, but my face might be a dead giveaway because it warms at the stupid pet name. I fucking melt anytime he calls me that. And at the reminder of his cum inside me, my body blisters.
“You look good in red,” he conceitedly states, tucking my damp locks behind my ear before he pushes away and opens the fridge.
I roll my eyes, place a cool hand on my searing cheek, but drop it when he turns. He sets the butter, Boursin Garlic & Fine Herb, and cheddar cheese slices next to the stove, but pauses in his spot, eyes raking over me.
“What?” I self-consciously drop my gaze. I’m still in his baseball practice T-shirt. I was going to take it off, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually do it. It smells like him and fits meloosely. It’s nice considering clothes don’t usually fit me like this because I’m tall.
“Keep it.” His gaze descends to the hem where it sits on the middle of my thighs. “And don’t fight me. While I enjoy arguing with you and begging, it’s a little late for the back and forth.”
My lips jerk. “It’s never too late.”
He steps forward into my space, standing between my parted thighs, hands resting on either side of me on the marble. “Don’t tempt me. I’ll go all night.”
I open my mouth, but my stomach grumbles loudly.
He chuckles, pushing away and as he does, from my periphery I note a tinge of red on his knuckle. I look away but do a double take as I notice the rest of his knuckles on his right hand are bright red.
How did I not see that before?
“What happened to your hand?” I grab his arm, spinning him back around before he can get further away. I take a hold of his hand, studying the bruising surrounding the bone. “Did you get hurt during intermission or something?”
I had my eyes on him the entire game. I would’ve noticed if he would have gotten hurt or looked off. But if something had been wrong, he must have masked it extremely well because the way he played today was different. He was playing with an energy that even the commentators couldn’t help but marvel in.
He tries to pull it back, but I keep a firm hold on it. “It’s nothing.”
