I climb to my feet and offer him my hand. “Then we should live every moment to the fullest. For us and for those who are no longer here. They died so we could live to see another day. I don’t want to spend any more time talking about death or themafiosoor our past lovers.”
“Amen to that.” He takes my hand and stands. “Thank you for telling me.”
“Do you feel differently about me now?”
“I would never hold something you did before you met me against you. And it doesn’t change how I feel about you. But there is one thing you need to know.” He holds my face in his hands. “I won’t share you. Not ever. You’re mine and only mine.”
“I feel the same way. I won’t share you either, and I don’t want any other man. I only want you.”
“You’re sure about this?” he asks, pulling me into his bedroom when we get back to his parents’ house.
I dump my weekend bag on the ground and circle my arms around his neck. “Surer than I’ve been about anything in a long time.”
“Thank fuck.” His hands curve around my ass. “I think I’d die of blue balls if you changed your mind.”
“Fuck me, Joshua. Make me yours.”
He scoops me up in his arms, like I’m precious cargo, and walks over to the ginormous king bed, carefully setting me down on the mattress.
I watch with lust-fueled eyes as he slowly undresses, removing his cuff links and watch first and placing them down on the bedside table. Leaning down, he kisses me, and I hook my hand around his neck, driving my fingers into his soft hair, desperate to feel him moving inside me. I move to unbutton his shirt, but he pulls back, shaking his head. “Patience, honey. We only get this first once, and I want to savor every second.”
God, this man. How he has gone from cold and closed off tothisin the past few months is beyond me. It’s like the cage is gone and he’s finally setting himself free. Emotion crashes into me as I watch him remove his shirt, socks and shoes and pants until he’s only in his boxers. The hard outline of his erection is clearly visible through the material, and I clench my thighs together and lick my lips as he crawls up the bed and over me. “Your turn.” His husky voice is doing things to my body, and liquid lust floods my panties.
He kisses me softly as he undresses me, and we don’t speak as he slips my heels off and sets them neatly by the side of thebed. Next, he removes my pantyhose and my dress leaving me in my bra and underwear. Joshua dots kisses on my feet and brushes his sinful mouth along my legs until he reaches my thighs. I’m already a quivering mess, and he’s barely touching me. When his lips brush against the crotch of my panties, I almost lift off the bed. His soft chuckle and adoring gaze hold me in place as he moves over me, leaning down to kiss me again while he deftly unclips my bra and discards it.
Joshua sits back on his heels, inspecting my almost bare body. We’re both now in just our underwear, and I’m close to combusting.
“Please,” I purr. “I need you.”
“Where do you need me? Tell me what you want,” he asks, sliding off the bed and opening the bedside drawer. Tossing some condoms on the bed, he smirks as he shoves his boxers down his legs and kicks them away. One hand wraps around his long, hard impressive length and I almost come on the spot.
“You in me right fucking now,” I pant, moving my hands to my panties.
“Not a chance.” He slaps my hands away to hook his thumbs in the lace and oh so slowly drag them down my legs. His heated gaze burns my skin every place it lands, and he takes his sweet-ass time devouring every inch of me. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, parting my thighs and bending my knees, placing my feet flat on the bed. “So goddamn sexy,” he adds, staring at my most intimate part with wide eyes like a kid in a candy store.
“Are you wet for me, honey?” he asks, gently swiping one finger along my slit.
“So fucking wet,” I pant.
“Lift your arms and hold the top of the bed. Thrust your chest out,” he says, climbing off the bed.
I do as he asks because it’s fucking hot.
He stands at the end of the bed, with a hawkish gaze, raking his eyes over me from head to toe. It’s the most delicious torture, and I’m so worked up. “Look at you. So gorgeous and all mine for the claiming.”
He gets back on the bed, and adrenaline spikes in my veins. I’m excited but a little nervous too.
“Bring your knees in to your chest. I want to inspect my pussy and my ass.”
With anyone else, I’d tell them to fuck off. Unwilling to expose myself so vulnerably. But I obey without question because I trust Joshua. I know he won’t hurt me or humiliate me. He doesn’t have it in him.
He lies on his stomach between my legs, staring. He parts my folds and swipes his tongue over my clit, and a loud moan slips from my lips. His tongue moves carefully over my slit, from top to bottom, and I close my eyes and relish the blissful feeling. A gasp escapes my mouth when he pushes two fingers into my pussy, pumping them in and out in a leisurely fashion while stoking my desire to the next level.
“You’re so tight. So perfect. Feel how you’re hugging my fingers.”
A strangled sound rips from my chest when he curls those fingers, hitting the perfect spot inside me. “Oh god, Joshua. Please. I need your cock inside me.”
“We’re in no rush, and I plan to devour you all night.” He removes his fingers, briefly tasting my juices on his skin before gliding them lower. I tense as one finger rims my asshole. “Has anyone been here?” he asks, softly teasing my forbidden hole.
