He raises his eyebrows at me and pumps himself slowly with his hand. Oh, dear Lord. My eyes are on literal stilts.
‘Not chicken.’
I scoot up the bed on my knees, and he curls a leisurely arm around my arse, pulling me to him. He’s not grinning anymore, and I feel my smile fade too as he crushes my breasts to his chest. I can feel his heart banging against me as he closes the gap between our mouths.
‘It’s just the two of us,’ he whispers, ‘and there is not a fucking thing on this planet I want more than that.’
I’m conscious of every tiny detail.
The heat of his breath in my mouth as he says that.
The light chafing effect his chest hair has on my nipples, which are hardening again.
The leisurely glide of his hand as he cups under my bum and pulls me up.
The deliberation with which I reach between us and get hold of him, andGod, he’s so glorious.
His low groan as I position him at my entrance, bare flesh against bare flesh, and his head entersme.
The sheer intimacy of being forehead to forehead and nose to nose with him as we gaze deep into each other’s eyes and I sink down onto him.
Holy hell, it feels amazing. Even more amazing than the previous times, and not just because there’s no condom between us. The condom isn’t the only barrier we’ve dropped tonight. The walls I’ve put up are coming tumbling down.
I roll my hips until he’s bottomed out, as deep inside me as is possible in this position, with my knees against the headboard. Josh sighs and cups my face with the hand that’s not on my bum, and the world outside could not exist for all I care.
It’s just us.
The play of his lips on mine.
The rise and fall of our chests against each other.
The feeling of true completeness that comes from being filled up with him.
I allow myself to stay lost in those rich brown eyes of his as I slowly push myself up, so he’s barely inside me, before sliding down, andGod,that feeling of taking him back in again is so incredible that my face breaks into a smile.
‘So good,’ I tell him.
‘Wait till I’m actually doing some work.’ He brushes my lip and allows me to play with him a few more times, slipping off him and filling myself back up. He can’t really thrust in this position, so I’m not surprised when he holds me tight and leans forward so I’m falling backwards onto the bed and he’s crouched on top of me.
Gazing down at me.
Framing my head with his forearms.
Grinning that dirty grin that tells me I’m in the very best kind of trouble.
He slides a hand under my knee and puts it on his shoulder. Same for the other one. ‘I wanna be as deep inside you as I can,’ he whispers.
And all I can do is lie there and give him my best, laziest, most inviting smile because I want the exact same thing.
Josh moving inside me, at this angle, with both of us naked, wipes the smile off my face pretty quickly, because my overwhelm is building. Not just my physical overwhelm, although the friction and the pressure of feeling him buried deep within my body causes my breath to hitch with every thrust, but emotional overwhelm, too.
Because we’re stripped bare, and he’s looking at me with a whole world of emotion shining in those eyes of his, and it’s almost too much. He’s hitting the perfect spot inside me, a spot that makes my body ache with pleasure, and as he moves, I can’t help but make sounds that tell him how perfect every thrust is. How intense the friction is. How much I’m feeling right now, in my mind and in my body and in my heart.
I’m getting closer, and closer, and Josh is too; it’s in the way he bites down on his lip and tenses his jaw. It’s in the way the fingers stroking my hair begin to shudder.
‘I’m nearly there.’ I pant out the words. ‘God, Josh.God.I’m?—’
He surges forward, burying himself deep in me. And that move has my body spiralling into a state of molten bliss for a second time, heat rushing through my insides and sparks dancing on my skin as he follows me over the edge and into oblivion.
