Just that we made it.
Joss grins a little, then it stretches to the dirty smirk I’ve started to live for. “I’m thinking you wantmeto fuckyou,and I’m more than okay with that.”
“You’re not wrong.” I don’t miss a beat, except the ones my stampeding heart decides to skip. “I’ve thought about switching it up, but I love it when you show me the way. It blows my tiny mind.”
“You don’t have a tiny mind. Question: do you have lube and condoms here?”
“Yes.”
“Cos you bring girls here?”
“Have done. That bother you?”
“Nah, it’s hot.” Joss draws me in. Our lips finally collide with the hunger that’s built and built over the past few months. We pull and grip, battling for dominance, but he wins because I want him to.
I want him to push me onto the bed and cover me with his body.
I want him to fuckin’ownme.
We shed our clothes. And then we’re naked, and it feels so goddamn right. I’m so hard. Head spinning, lips red and raw, I’m aching for his touch, hips flexin’ for friction.
Joss lays me down. He positions himself between my legs, doing that slow grind that stirs me up.
A deep noise escapes me, and I tip my head back, reveling in his rough kiss at my throat.
I’m sofuckin’hard.
He is too. I feel him against me, his hot skin, his body hair, his cock, and I’m set to explode.
I wonder how he’ll feel inside me. I remember his fingers. His tongue.
Hisskill.
I’m scared. Fuck. I’m terrified.
And I’ve never wanted something so much.
A tremor rocks my body. Joss kisses my cheek, my jaw, my lips. “Any time it’s too much…take a fucking breath. We can slow down or stop anytime you want.”
“I know.”
“Good. Where’s your drawer of tricks in this place?”
“Kitchen.”
“Of course it is.”
Joss kisses me again, then rises from the bed to raid my kitchen. Hey, it’s a small house. You gotta utilize every space.
He comes back with what we need and drops it on the bed, then he’s on me again fast enough that I don’t hawk-eye the condoms and hyperventilate.
I love everything Joss has ever done to me. That we’ve done together. How he takes me to another fuckin’ planet.
He works his magic on me now, whipping my body into a slow-burning frenzy. I start shakin’ for real, out of my damn mind as his fingers do that dance inside me. It’s so good, I’m chin deep in pleasure. Can’t even smile back as he grins against my lips.
I’m too into him.
I cradle the back of his head and watch his gaze sweep me, wondering what he’s searching for. Wondering if he finds it.
