His hands roam over me, touching and teasing until my panties are soaking and I’m gasping for breath. He smirks at me, looking me in the eyes as his thumbs rub the tips of my rock-hard nipples. I whine, sinking into his touch, and his eyes darken. His thumb and forefinger pinch and roll my nipples one at a time. Every touch is liquid fire with a line directly to my aching core. I grind against his hard length, looking for friction. I need more of him.
“That’s it, Jos, take what you need from me.”
I rub against him, his hard cock giving me the friction my aching clit needs as my pleasure continues to build. I’m drowning in his touch. My body is on fire, and every movement of his hands on my breasts fuels the flames.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper, breathless, on the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Get yourself there. I’ve got you.” He’s as breathless as I am, his cock impossibly hard. I’m practically smashing my clit against it with an intense friction that tips me over into bliss. I scream his name as my body shudders and convulses. White light explodes behind my eyes, and I ride wave after wave of ecstasy as he holds me, covering my neck with tiny nips and licks until I collapse against him, panting and shaken. I lay there, breathless while my heartbeat slows to its normal pace, boneless with only his warm embrace to hold me up.
Oh dear lord! That was hands down the best orgasm I’ve ever had. It was un-fucking-believable.
“So sexy when you come,” he rasps, his deep voice full of gravel, and even after my climax, it still sends flickers of heat zinging through my body.
I’m coming down from my orgasm high when I realize what that hardness between my legs means. I reach for him, but he gently pulls my hand into his, holding it close to his chest.
“Not tonight, baby. You’ve had a long day, and I can wait. This is about you.”
“That doesn’t seem very fair.” I raise an eyebrow. I’ve never had a man stop me from touching his dick, and it’s a bit disappointing if I’m honest.
“It’s not about fair. Sex isn’t transactional, baby. Not with me.” He cups his hand under my jaw and strokes my cheek with his thumb.
“I didn’t mean for this to go so far, so fast, but you’re so damn sexy, and I couldn’t hold back anymore,” he murmurs, his eyes still full of heat, dick still hard against my thigh.
“To be clear, there’s nothing I want more than to slide my cock into this sweet pussy and fuck you until you come screaming my name. But only when you’re ready. So don’t think for one minute that I don’t want more, Jos.” His deep voice sends a zing of liquid heat pinging through my body. I swear this man’s mouth is going to kill me.
Even though I’m feeling a bit guilty for not reciprocating, I’m going to let it go tonight because he’s right. I’m not ready. Which means I should probably get going.
I sigh regretfully as I get myself together. I stand up to find my clothes, and a part of me already misses the warmth of his body. I try not to overthink as I hook my bra and adjust it, before donning my heavily wrinkled blouse. I finger-comb my hair, thankful it’s late at night and my bed head won’t be on display.
It’s past time for me to head home. Abby’s wet nose rubs against my leg, and I reach down to pet her. She’s done remarkably well tonight, and she made herself right at home. Damon must have had a dog at some point to have all this dog paraphernalia. I don’t want to ask because what if his pethas passed away? I’d hate to bring something like that up. Just the thought of losing my Abby brings me to tears. Maybe I can ask Jonesy.
“Thanks for tonight, Damon. It was amazing and just what I needed, but I’d better get home.” I go to hug him as he stands up, and he gives me an impassive look, impossible to read. I’m not sure if he wants me to stay or go. I’m not sure if I want to stay or go, either.
“Oh, you’re leaving?”
Does he look disappointed?
He rallies quickly and grabs his keys. “Do you want to go back to your car or just straight home? Either one is fine.”
“Oh, you don’t need to do that. I can grab a car service,” I reply so quickly I almost interrupt him. Now, I’ve made it awkward. I look away, feeling like a burden. Who wants to drive this late at night? But I can’t stay now. I’ve already said I’m leaving. I have no idea what to do in this situation. I’m so bad at this.
Are all one-night stands this embarrassing? Wait, is this a one-night stand? I’m so out of touch. I’m not sure if I’m more disconcerted by the thought that it’s a one-night stand or that it might not be. My brain is about to spiral, and I’d rather be home where I can do that alone. Oh, right, he’s driving me home. But when I look up, confused and uncertain, he’s standing in front of me, with that calm, confident expression of his. The one that says he’s got this. The one that puts me at ease every time.
“Joslyn, there is no way that I am not taking you where you need to go. You’re not calling some stranger at three in the morning for a ride. Believe me, it’s not an imposition.”
His voice is stern, but underneath, I hear his concern as he reaches out with a reassuring caress to the side of my face. I lean into him, loving his gentle touch as my anxiety calms.
“I want to take care of you, beautiful, whether that’s feeding you or driving you home. I don’t care, as long as you’ll let me do it.”
He pulls me gently against him, wrapping me up in a warm, firm hug. No man has offered to take care of me before, and it feels pretty darn good.
“Home, please,” I say with a tired smile. At least the awkwardness has vanished.
“Good girl.”
Oh my!
Chapter Twenty
