“You taste like heaven,” my voice is low against the shell of her ear. I trail the length of her neck with my lips and tongue, teasing and tasting. Her hands fist through my hair, fingernails lightly scraping my scalp.
“God, Damon,” she groans against my neck, her warm breath caressing my skin. I shiver as I feel her tug on my hair, pulling my mouth into the crook of her neck. I lightly run my tongue across her hot skin. Her breath quickens until she’s almost panting as gooseflesh covers her upper arms, her skin responding to my erotic touch.
My arousal is pressed against her stomach, thick and hard, leaving no doubt as to how much I want her. The sharp intake of her breath lets me know she can feel it too.
“Can you feel how much I want you, baby?”
One of my hands moves to stroke her side, rising slowly to her breast. I trace the fullness of it, lightly running a fingertip over one nipple. Her moan is like a jolt of heat to my cock as I watch the bud stiffen, poking through her sports bra despite the thick material. I love that it’s my touch that’s doing that. I reach for the band at the bottom of her bra to push it up. I want to see all of her, not just shadows in the dark. She helps me take off her top and throws it to the side. Good God, her tits are fucking incredible. I look my fill, admiring every curve. My mouth waters. They’re so plump and perfect, a little more than a handful, even for my large hands. I reach out to run my finger around one dusky rose nipple, so hard under my touch. I lean in to follow that same path with my tongue.
“So beautiful.” I suck her hard nub into the heat of my mouth.
“Damon!” she cries, and I smirk even as the sound wreaks havoc on my rock-hard cock, increasing the strain on the fabric of my pants. My dick’s dying to get out and play.
Slow your roll, buddy. You can play later.
It’s all about her right now. Something my dick should be intimately familiar with. ‘She comes first’ isn’t just a phrase for me. It’s a rule.
“Let me take care of you, Jos, please. I need to taste you.” My voice is husky with desire. She nods before her head falls back, and her eyes close. I lave my hot tongue over one mauve nipple and then the other. I lick and suck until she’s panting and whining with need. Her soft, greedy sounds are going straight to my cock, but I want more. I want to hear my name on her lips when I make her come. I chuckle darkly.
“I’m just getting started, baby,” I whisper against the skin of her collarbone.
My hands wander down her stomach to the top of the waistband of her shorts. Slowly, I trace along the edge with my fingers, teasing her with light touches, causing her hips to grind forward against my thigh, looking for friction. I run my hand along the side of her shorts and grasp her hip.
“These have to go. I need to touch you,” I coax, pushing at the fabric but waiting for her protest. Nothing, just a low moan. I hook my fingers under the elastic.
“You, too. You’re not the only one who needs to touch,” she replies. Her voice is low and husky, and it makes my cock jump again.
I move back to loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt, eyes never leaving hers. I loosen it and grab the back to pull it over my head. I’m in too much of a hurry to undo all the buttons. Her gaze is hot and dark, pinning me in place as she pushes her workout shorts down her thighs to the floor, and when I realize that’s all she’s wearing—no panties, I practically growl. So fucking hot!
I drink in the sight of her, my breathing hot and heavy. She’s so fucking gorgeous. She’s got the lean build of a runner, but there’s nothing lean about those breasts. They’re perfect. She’s got long, lean legs, but her curvy hips flare out, framing that gorgeously bare pussy. Fuck, I love that she’s bare. Forget all my previous fantasies. Joslyn, in front of me naked, is better than anything I could ever have imagined. I can hear Jonesy’s mocking laughter in my head, but I don’t give a damn.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Joslyn
I don’t know how I’m being this bold. I’m never like this, especially about sex, but God, this man. Those beautiful blue eyes roaming over my naked body feel like liquid fire. It makes me want things I’ve never been interested in before. I want to feel his hands on every part of my body. I want to feel his touch, his lips, and good God, that tongue. I need more of that tongue. I’m on fire for him, and all I can think about is more. So much more.
“I need to touch you,” I husk, bringing my fingers to his hard chest. He groans as I lightly run my hand across his muscular pecs and around his nipple. I love that sound. It makes me feel powerful and sexy. It’s my touch that’s doing this, making him groan with need. It’s a heady feeling. My confidence grows as I press my hands against his hot skin, running them over that glorious six-pack and down his sides. Coasting along the top of his black dress pants, I slowly slide a finger below the waistband, ready to undo the top button.
“Oh no, not yet, beautiful. I’m so far from done touching you… tasting you.”
I pout, and he shoots me that sexy smirk before lightly running his fingers over my hard nipples, over and over, until I’m panting again. Desperate for his mouth, I push them forward like I’m offering up a sacrifice. He leans in eagerly, swiping his tongue over the pointed peaks until I’m moaning with need. They feel heavy, and the ache between my legs has me clenching my thighs to get some relief.
Sex was never like this in my marriage. With Kurt, it was an awful chore that gave me the only thing that brought me joy, my children. The few times I’d done it with other men were quick and unsatisfactory, although much more enjoyable than marriage sex. This is on an entirely new level. It scares the hell out of me, but I don’t want to stop, because this is the most alive I’ve felt in forever. Scary or not, I don’t want it to end. I can’t get enough of how he makes me feel. I want him to show me everything. God, the things I’ve been missing.
I pull him closer, and I can’t stop my hands from roaming everywhere over his smooth, warm skin.
“Damon,” I demand.
His mouth moves back to the shell of my ear, leaving my breasts aching and bereft. I lean into his neck, breathing in the scent of pine, spice, and man. It smells so damn good; I want to wrap myself up in it and breathe it in through my whole body.
“Oh, baby, I’ve got you. Trust me.” His warm breath sends shivers down my spine as he whispers in my ear. My brain is fuzzy with lust, but one thing stands out. I do trust him, far more than I’ve trusted any man before. That should scare me. Tomorrow, maybe it will, but not now. Now, I just want to feel.
“I do,” I whisper, and I surrender to his touch, moaning as his mouth travels down my neck.
He runs a finger up through my slit before gently circling my clit. My eyes flutter shut, and I whine.
“Fuck. You’re so damn wet for me.”
