I know, I want to say.More, I almost beg. But I’m not willing to give up his starving tongue yet. I’ve never been kissed like this. I didn’t think this kind of kiss even existed. Like I’m the center of his universe, the only reason to take his next breath, and I’ve never felt more alive.
His thumb brushes over my taut nipple, then he drags his rough palm down, down, until he’s working my zipper. The same moment I hear thezipis when his strong hand slips beneath my panties, and dizziness clouds my head at the overwhelming feel offingers,pressure,heat.
He tears his lips from mine, dragging them down my throat, “So ...”—my collarbone—“fucking ...”—my shoulder—“perfect.” Then he returns to my mouth.
A deep shiver chases my spine.
His fingers move against me before dipping inside, and I gasp.
Holy freaking hell.
A low sound rumbles deep in his chest as he dives deeper, working my body expertly. My stomach clenches as fiery sensations roll through me. I bite down on his lip, latching onto him like he’s the anchor holding me to earth. Every move he makes is electric, charged, and jolts a fresh burst of excitement through me.
When I start moving against his hand, matching his rhythm, he curses under his breath and dips his head so he can watch. Breathing heavy, I follow his gaze to the strong masculine hand disappearing beneath my panties. The veins in his forearm stand out as he pumps harder, faster. His jeans strain around his hard length and rub against my thigh, seeking friction.
I’ve been fingered before, but it never felt like this. My body tingles everywhere, the pressure building too fast, too full, too much.
“Joshua,” I pant, forcing my eyes back up to his.
He lifts his head, his gaze hot and feral when it meets mine. My heart stutters then pounds, competing with the relentless rhythm between my legs. This is the most unrestrained I’ve seen him. And yet I can tell, he’s still holding back.
He shifts so his full, warm palm covers my entire center, gripping and owning and pulling a strange sound from me. He rubs back and forth against my clit as his fingers continue to pump. My legs tremble, and I don’t know how much more I can take.
“That’s it, Blue,” he says hoarsely, eyes locked on mine, drinking in my expression. “Let go for me.”
His husky voice cascades through my body, mixing with the paralyzing pressure at my core, and a moan sticks in my throat.Oh ... god.
“Joshua ...”
Magnetic currents shock me, making me clench and quiver against his hand, and I work hard to keep breathing. Everything inside me builds into a hot, massive ball of fire, until, all at once, it explodes. Flames splinter through me, shooting up my stomach and down my legs in warm, delicious bursts.
I’m shattered and reborn within the same instant. I had no idea it could feel so good. So intimate. And that was just his fingers.
Joshua’s breath is on my neck, shallow and uneven. Slowly, he pulls out of me, but he doesn’t move his hand. He glides his tongue from the base of my throat to the bottom of my ear, then sucks the sensitive skin in soft, gentle pulls. My heart responds immediately, slowing enough for me to breathe again. He knows just how to bring me back down from the high.
I raise my heavy arms, placing my palms on either side of his face, and I lift his head. My eyes search his hungry ones, his hardness still digging into the inside of my thigh. My pulse skitters.
He needs relief.
I want to give it to him—what he just gave me. I want him to show me what he needs.
As if he can read my mind, his stare wanders from my tangled hair to the crop top pulled up over one breast, then to my legs, still spread for him. A pained groan rumbles up his chest.
Butterflies swarm in my stomach.
But then his attention shifts behind me, to the side table by the door. A harsh look crosses his expression, and just like that, his hand disappears. He tugs my top down. Without looking, he pushes off the couch.
What?I sit up on my elbows, and he scrubs his palm down his face.
“What is it?” I ask, my breathing uneven.
Looking over my shoulder, I follow his gaze to the side table by the door, swallowing hard at the pack of condoms I didn’t notice before. I might not be a virgin, but after what he just did to me, I get the feeling he’s far more experienced than I am.
He slides his gaze to mine, and it’s surprisingly gentle. I don’t think he’s ever looked at me like this. I don’t think anyone has.
“Come on,” he says, holding out a hand for me.
My cheeks flush, and I take it, letting him help me to my feet because my muscles aren’t quite working on their own yet. Once I’m standing, I look him over.
