Push. Push. Push.
My legs tense. My abs tense. My jaw juts out in the effort to ride this wave Josh has created in my body.
I reach up for my nipples and pinch. Press. Roll.
And it’s too much.
I’m conscious that my moans, my whimpers, have turned to outright cries.
Josh amps up the torturous, teasing laps of his tongue. His fingers crook inside me. And I break.
I soar, heat flooding my body in shockwaves that ripple all the way out to my fingers and toes, and I writhe. Arch. Push into Josh. I abandon my nipples and I dig my fingers into his hair. Grabbing at it. Pulling him closer to me as my body unravels and unravels and spools into nothingness.
Holy fucking shit.
I lie there, hands in Josh’s hair, trying to regulate my breathing as I come down. He presses a sweet kiss to my most sensitive spot and makes his way up my body. His smile is a little triumphant, as well it should be—the boy did good—but mostly, it’s awed.
He lowers himself down on top of me, and his weight is a delicious antidote to the overstimulation he’s just delivered. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he strokes my hair back off my face. His erection is huge and hard between us. I need him inside me immediately.
‘I could have done that forever.’
‘I’ll hold you to that.’ I can barely speak.
‘You are addictive.’
‘Uh-oh. Says the addict.’
‘Seriously.’ He kisses down the side of my neck, from my earlobe to my collarbone. ‘It’s not good.’
‘It seems like a pretty good situation for me.’ I smile smugly at him and manage to roll us over so he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. I haul myself up onto my knees—it’s not my most graceful moment, but my body feels like it’s been hit by a sex-truck—and take him in my hand. His dick jolts at my touch, and Josh inhales sharply through his teeth. I raise my bum off my heels so I can position myself right on top of him and slide his slick wetness against mine.
He groans and his eyes roll back. His hands slide up my thighs. ‘Holy shit, baby. Wait—lemme get a condom.’ He goes to get up, and I put a hand on his chest.
‘It’s okay. We don’t need one.’ I feel oddly shy saying it.
He stares. ‘Really? You mean that?’
‘Yeah. I’m on the pill, because I have no intention of perpetuating your gene pool. No offence. And I had a check-up before filming started. And you’re a born-again virgin, basically, so…’
I trail off. Watch for his reaction. And it’s excellent. A slow grin spreads over his face and his eyes, which are practically all pupil, crinkle at me.
‘So, because I’ve been a good boy, I get to take you bare?’
He’s far too adorable for his own good.
‘Exactly.’ I’m still stroking myself with him, and I am so ready to push down, engulf his thickness with my body.Soready.
‘In that case… wait.’
He gets up on his elbows and scoots back all the way to the headboard. Plumps up a pillow and sits back against it. He’s such a sight. Honestly. His hard, tanned body sprawled out in front of me. He has his dick in his hand, and his other armbehind his head. Smiling at me. Waiting for me. I mean,come on. This whole pose he has going on is so ridiculously hot. He can’t be real. Can he?
I may snigger, just a tiny bit.
‘Come here.’ He lets go of his dick for a second and crooks a finger at me. ‘What are you laughing at? Should I be offended?’
I bite my lip. ‘I was just thinking how many millions of women—and men—would kill to see you right now. And how, if I posted a picture of you like this, we’d definitely break the internet.’
He shakes his head at me. ‘Remind me to confiscate your phone next time so I don’t get sex-taped. You coming over here, or are you chicken?’
