It was the best damn feeling.
Her body was demanding more, and I was more than willing to give it.
Did I care about the line we could cross?
Nope, because I think I was ready for it.
I also believed she was ready for it. She just needed the right push. And it seemed like this was it.
I groaned, pulling her onto my lap, letting her truly feel what she did to me, and she gasped into my mouth at the hardness she was currently sitting on.
We finally broke apart, her forehead pressing against mine, her breaths mingling with my own.
“I’m not sorry,” she whispered and my hands cupped her ass, pushing her fully against me.
“Do you think I am?” I asked. She shook her head in response, and I tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her back down for another kiss.
She moaned, her hips moving slowly against mine and I had to grab her to stop. Not that I didn’t want to be in her, but this was about her and if I didn’t have some self-control, I’d blow before we got anywhere good.
“I don’t recall you ever being like this with a woman?” she teased, her hands snaking under my shirt to scrape her nails over my abs.
“Having her sit on my lap?”
“Having her be fully clothed, making out with her, and you being rock hard.”
She had me there. I don’t think I had. I wasn’t a one pump chump; I enjoyed for my woman to enjoy themselves. However, I was also a firm believer of skin to skin was always better. So, yes, I could make out with a woman, but by this point, we were in bed, not sitting on a couch. And we’d be halfway undressed, not still fully clothed.
But with Kelly, something was different. She was different. I wanted to give her everything before we reached the skin-on-skin part.
“How many times have you come in one night?”
“By myself or with help from a toy? Or do you mean a man?”
“I meant a man. I can hear how many times you come with a toy.”
That should have made anyone blush, but between us, knowing as much as we did about each other, there were no secrets. In fact, I’d go so far as to confess that I often wondered what she looked like with her toy so far buried and her head thrown back in ecstasy.
“Once or twice. Usually when I get myself there, I’m good. But with a man, no more than once. They think they know it all, or how to please me, that it often takes some sly work on my end to even get there, and it’s usually after they’re done.”
“Noted.”
With that, I grabbed her hips, pushing her forward and backward over my aching dick. She gasped, her nails digging in my skin, but I sure as hell didn’t mind.
“Josh,” she moaned, her eyes closing of their own accord, and I grinned.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were plump and swollen, and her hair was falling down, all thanks to my fingers and my body.
It was the best damn feeling, and I wouldn’t want anything else to be different.
“Yes?” I asked, moving my lips along her jaw then down her neck. I nipped and sucked along the way, loving how she squirmed even more against me. Her hips picked up speed as she chased her release, and let me say, it was a glorious sight.
She threw caution in the wind, not minding what I might think. She just took what she wanted, and it was beautiful.
“I’m close.”
“I can feel.”
Even through her pants, and mine, I could feel how wet she was. And I didn’t mind it one bit.
