Chapter 29 Melanie #2
“You’re beautiful,” Josh murmurs, pulling me close and kissing me deeply.
I open for him, our tongues dancing together in the same way our voices did moments ago.
Desire pools low in my gut and I move to his lap.
He pulls me into him, and I feel his hardness against my heat.
Josh’s mouth moves from my lips, down my neck, gently sucking until a soft moan escapes me.
He puts his lips to my earlobe, nibbling gently. “Shall we go celebrate?” he teases.
“Definitely,” I breathe.
Josh reaches around me and clicks the mouse of the computer. “Just let me send this.”
I rake my fingers through his hair, dragging my teeth gently along his jaw, planting soft kisses on his neck. His dick moves against me and I moan.
“Done,” he whispers, finding my mouth again. He hoists to a stand, carrying me into what I now think of as our bedroom. I haven’t stopped to think about how fast things between us have moved. It’s only been about two months, but Josh and I have found our rhythm and I don’t want to let it go.
He gently lays me on the edge of the bed, tugging off my shorts to find me bare.
“Oh my god, woman.” He lets out a chuckle before reaching up to tug off my loose T-shirt.
I’m not wearing a bra either. Josh lets out a guttural moan, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking until I breathe his name.
Then he moves to the other and I’m writhing beneath his weight.
He stands, pulling his white T-shirt off and stepping out of his shorts. A sigh falls from my lips as I see his erection pressing against his boxer briefs and I reach to touch him.
“Uh-uh,” he says, dropping to his knees. He spreads my legs, planting kisses up my thighs until I’m trembling. “Jesus, Josh. Give it to me,” I growl.
Josh’s mouth finds my slit then, his tongue sinking into me, sending pleasure to the tips of my toes.
He drags his teeth over the bundle of nerves that has the power to unravel me.
Before I know what’s happening, Josh reaches into my nightstand drawer.
He pauses, looking at the contents for a moment.
Panic replaces pleasure when I remember the letter I tucked in there the other day, and I pray it’s not face up.
“What are you doing?” I breathe. “I need you.”
Josh snaps out of it. He rummages through the drawer and seconds later holds up a small silver bullet vibrator—something I haven’t needed to use the past two months.
“Looking for this.” A sultry grin creeps across his face and I relax again, panic leaving my body.
“Arms up,” Josh commands, standing and pushing my arms over my head. “Grab the headboard, no touching.”
“Oooh, you’re bossy today,” I tease.
Josh powers up the vibrator and a familiar buzzing sound fills the room. He kneels again, slowly dragging the vibrator up my thighs until it hovers just outside my lips. “Is this okay?” he asks, sincerely.
“Uh-huh,” I breathe, because I can’t make any other sound come out.
Before using it on me, Josh sinks his tongue into my center one more time.
Nipping, tasting, and gently sucking until I’m begging for him.
Then he does it—glides the vibrator to the little bud of nerves that will send me into oblivion.
As soon as it touches my clit, I cry out, but that’s only amplified by Josh sliding two fingers into my core, swirling them around and making a come-hither motion. “Josh,” I cry out.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he murmurs, moving the vibrator aside and sinking his mouth into me again. The brashness of his teeth sends a shudder through me and my thighs tremble.
“I won’t make it,” I hiss. “I’m too close.”
“You have to hold on for me baby, not yet.” Josh moves away from my opening and brings the vibrator up to my nipples, dragging it across and following it with his mouth, sucking until I beg.
Then he takes it back in his hand and cups it over my clit, while simultaneously sucking on each breast. I’m writhing beneath him, begging for release.
“I like teasing you,” he whispers, moving his lips to mine and kissing me deeply. “Can you taste yourself?”
My response is unintelligible. My whole body is buzzing with desire, I’m dripping with wetness, and all I want to do is come. “Josh, please. Please let me come,” I whimper.
At my plea, he’s back between my thighs. His fingers find my opening and this time it’s three he shoves inside. Using his other hand, he holds the vibrator to my clit and watches as I squirm, my orgasm building. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
That does it for me, I scream as a wave of pleasure crashes into me, vibrating every nerve ending in my body as ripples of orgasms send me over the edge.
“That’s my girl,” Josh says, when my legs stop trembling. Not a moment later, he steps out of his boxers and sinks his dick into me with ease. “So fucking wet for me.”
Josh doesn’t take long, but I don’t mind.
My body is depleted, so I let him fuck me like a rag doll, flipping me over and taking me from behind.
His thrusts are needy, urgent in a way they haven’t been before.
He yanks at my hair, sending a jolt through me, only further igniting my pleasure.
“Come for me again, baby,” Josh growls in my ear. “Come with me.”
That’s all it takes for my undoing—three more thrusts and we’re unraveling together, the sounds erupting from us in shared harmony.
Josh collapses on top of me, remaining inside me and rolling on his side so we're spooning. I’m not sure how long we stay that way but neither of us is in a rush to move.
We have had sex many times since his return, but never like this. This was carnal—desperate, almost bordering on make-up sex, but we hadn’t fought. I try not to think about what that means because right now, I feel closer to him than ever.