Chapter7
Kallie
Josh’s magic tongue and fingers working me into delirium, I’m sure. With his mouth on my pussy I don’t know up from down and I can’t think straight anymore. But I do want more. I want his cock in my mouth. I want to taste him. I want to touch him everywhere. But most of all, I want to be fucked by him.
When I come down from my orgasm, Josh crawls up my body, almost planking over me.
‘Do you forgive me?’ he asks. ‘For all the times I’ve been an asshole.’
His mouth glistens with my essence and we’re both breathing hard. That’s not all that’s hard, I notice, as his hard cock touches my stomach.
‘Ask me later. When I’ve recovered the power of speech.’
He chuckles. ‘Pretty sure you just spoke there.
‘That’s just the auto-pilot. I need to recover the use of my brain first.’
‘And you have such big . . . brains,’ he says, taking my tits into his hands.
‘Brains plural. I must be super smart.’
As he laughs, suddenly becoming serious. ‘I want you, Kallie. And not just sex. I mean,I amgoing to fuck you—’Hurray!‘—but I want more than that. I want to be with you, too. Wherever. Here, or the States. I’ve wanted it for so long. But you’re right, I have been a coward, but not anymore.’
I blink back at him. That he wants to fuck me turns me the hell on, that he wants to be with me? I feel like my heart has wings—I didn’t think I would ever hear those words out of his mouth.
‘I want to be with you, too,’ I whisper. ‘God, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, but I guess you already know that.’
Josh smile as he strokes my hair, studying my face before he speaks. ‘No, sweetheart. That was just a crush. But what we have now? It could be everything.’
‘It’s okay,” I tell him, threading and arm around his neck. ‘You’re about to make it up to me. Lots and lots of times.’
His soft smile turns devilish. ‘Is that so? Care to tell me how?’
I lift my head, my mouth right against his ear. ‘Well,’ I whisper, skating my free hand down his side on my way to taking hold of his thick cock. ‘I think you were just about to put this inside me.’
I don’t have to ask him twice as Josh pulls back, releasing a low, feral growl before kissing me again, long and hard. He’s a blur of motion as he takes my hands, pinning them either side of my head. And, with one snap of his hips, he positions himself at my entrance. I lift my hips to meet him, crying out as he pushes into in one long thrust. My body yields to his length and girth, stretching to accommodate him as I whisper his name.
When he’s seated deep inside of me, Josh looks into my eyes before he starts moving his hips in small circles, sliding deeper and deeper until I feel impossibly filled. He pulls back and drives back in, once, twice, moving faster this time, his jaw flexing as he begins to fuck me harder and harder, the exquisite attentions of his body driving me insane. I can’t believe I’ve waited over a decade for this kind of ecstasy. No one has ever fucked me like this—with such ferocity and yet such tenderness. All these years I could’ve been at the receiving end of—
Josh growls, the power in his next thrust pushing me up my thin bed.
I cry out as he moves his bodyweight to his forearms to kiss me long and deep, the change of position gifting my clit with delicious friction. Pleasure begins to build in my core sending waves of electricity across my skin, my climax hitting me almost immediately. I grab onto his shoulders as though to stop myself from being drowned in the sea of pleasure.
‘Oh, fuck,’ he grates out as my insides clench around him. ‘Fuck, that’s so—Engh!’
The end of his sentence goes unfinished as he thrusts again, finding his own release.
We’re a tangle of skin and harsh breaths when he suddenly kisses me. Kisses my eyes, my face, my neck—kisses me so fast and furiously, it makes me giggle. And then I realise he’s hard again.
Without words, he flips me onto my front, pulling my hips up and into him. Forearms flat on the mattress, I’m on my knees with my ass in the air.
‘Fuck, this ass.’ His voice is awe filled but I can’t help but laugh.
‘Not today, thank you,’ I giggle in return.
‘I’m tabling that for a conversation sometime.’
‘Oh, you want me on the table now?’
