In fact, for the first time in freaking ages, I was fighting back my own release, so I didn’t come in my pants like some middle schooler who had no idea what the hell was going on.
“Josh,” she moaned again. Her body shook against mine as she came, her legs squeezing my own, and I fought even more. “Shit,” she whispered, her head falling on my shoulder.
I hugged her tightly while I ran my hand along her back.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said, and I shook my head.
“What the hell for?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever dry humped someone before. I just, I needed that.”
“And you don’t see me complaining, do you? Did you see me stop you?”
“Well, no.”
“So don’t be sorry, Kelly. Better yet,” I eased her back slightly, one arm still locked around her as I slipped my other hand under her pants, rubbing a finger over her slick fold.
“Oh, she’s too sensitive, I need a break.”
“No,” I breathed against her lips, slipping my finger inside, “your sweet pussy needs to come again so that I can taste you.”
“That mouth,” she hissed, her hips moving of their own accord. I honestly didn’t think she even knew she was doing it.
“You like my mouth.”
“It could be doing other things,” she threw back.
“You’re so right.” I leaned forward, my mouth enclosing over a nipple through her shirt as I added another finger.
She cried out, her hands now gripping my arms.
“Do that again.”
“Your wish is my command, Kelly.” I sucked on her other nipple as I pushed my fingers in even faster, rubbing my heel of my hand against her clit.
Her screams were music to my ears and as she tightened around me, I knew fighting it was a lost cause. No one had come undone so beautifully for me, and it was such an erotic sight to see.
I moaned as my own release came out, coating the inside of my boxers, but I didn’t care.
Her, in my arms, the cries still echoing in our place, it was magic.
Perfect.
And I didn’t want it to stop.
“You’re not lame at all,” she muttered, resting against me, and I couldn’t stop the grin.
Nope, never wanted this to stop.
Chapter 4
Kelly
Iwanted to keep my head buried under my covers.
I wanted to ignore today, and the fact that both Josh and I were off.
I wanted to actually ignore him, hoping that last night didn’t happen, and yet still praying that it wasn’t a dream. Because it was both the greatest night, and the worst.
