31. Josh #4
The minute he tore open the foil and began sliding it down his length, nerves broke out over my body like a cold sweat.
I wanted this, but it was still my first time, and I was apprehensive, even if I knew in my heart Josh would take care of me.
As if he noticed the change, Josh brushed my hair back and gave me a sweet peck, so different than the kiss we’d shared a moment ago.
“You okay?” His eyes flickered along my face, as if searching for doubts.
He should know by now that I don’t have any when it comes to him; I’m so sure of him it pains me.
He’d have had me years ago if I’d had my way.
Every year that stretched between us had been painful and now every second he’s not in me was torture.
“Y-yeah.” My voice caught and I cleared my dry throat. “I’m ready.”
I scrunched my eyes closed as Josh shifted between my splayed legs, attempting to relax as his latex-clad tip ever so slightly breached my body. My eyes popped open the second the warmth of Josh’s body was gone, searching for him, only to find him kneeling back and away from me.
Panic rose within me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, baby.” His hands curled around my hips soothingly. “But I think for your first time it might be easier if you’re on top.”
Me…on top?
Heat spread through me at the suggestion, and not the good kind. “I don’t think so.”
Before I could say anything more a surprised yelp escaped me as Josh manhandled me around until he was under me and I sat astride him, my bare butt seated on his muscular thighs. His erection bobbed between us, and it looked even more intimidating at this angle.
“I think I’d prefer the other way,” I suggested to him, unsure. That way I’m not the one in charge. Just the thought had me biting my lip anxiously. I had no idea what I was doing. I’d never gotten this far before.
“This way you can go as fast as you want.” His hands pet soothingly at my sides. “Take whatever you’re ready for.”
I’m ready for all of you.
Despite that bold thought, I hesitated, and he noticed.
“Here,” he guided, “raise up on your knees.” His hands slid to the back of my thighs, directing me.
I followed his instructions until I was hovering above him.
“Inch a little forward, yeah, just like that. Perfect.”
His praise had me boiling inside, my clit throbbing and my walls clenching on nothing. He kept one hand on my waist as I got into position, the other on the base of his dick.
“Just ease down whenever you’re ready. Take your time. We’ve got all night.”
It didn’t feel that way because as nervous as I was, I was also impatient.
I’d waited years for this moment. Since we’d gotten together it had been agony not having him.
I wanted to sit down onto him and take all of him right away, but I knew that wouldn’t feel as good as I thought it would, so I cautiously lowered myself, getting a feel for him as he breached me just the barest bit.
My breath shuddered and my hands found their place on his pecs, digging in as my legs shook from holding myself up.
“Okay?” Josh asked tightly.
“ Mhmm, ” I moaned as I took him further. The stretch wasn’t that bad, not with how thoroughly Josh had prepared me. If anything it was fuel added to that perpetually burning fire he’d created inside me that drove me to sit down on the rest of his length so quickly he let out a tiny “ oof .”
I wanted to apologize but the word wouldn’t come as the sensation of him stretching me, filling me, stole my breath away.
Not that I was truly sorry anyway. Not even remotely.
Instead, I curled my fingers around his shoulders and rose up, tilting my hips as he slid along my inner walls, finally, finally , giving me what I’d craved all these years.
Josh.
I moaned his name, my eyes slipping shut.
He cursed under me, his hands roaming over the curves of my body in reverence. “You look so pretty seated on my cock, Dove. Just like I knew you would.”
His worshipful words had me grinding down, groaning as he filled me perfectly. Every daydream I ever had was nothing compared to this moment.
One hand lifted, seeking leverage as my movements grew more frantic, and found the opened back window of the truck. Curling my fingers over the opening, I used it to keep my balance, the other planted on Josh’s chest for support.
Every breathe I sucked in grew hasher as I continued rocking against him, slowing down as my legs began cramping in a way I hadn’t felt since I first learned to ride a horse. Riding Josh was far more exerting, apparently.
Josh’s fingers spasmed where they’d been encouragingly caressing my sides, and as if reading my mind, or maybe just my body, he rumbled from beneath me, “You want me to take over now, baby?”
“ Yes .” I wanted Josh over me, driving into me, taking control.
He wrapped his arms around me and with a maneuver fit for WWE, flipped me under him without so much as slipping from me. I looked up at him where he was propped over me on one arm, the other thumbing my cheek. “You’re a fucking dream, Dove. Everything I hoped for and more.”
A moment passed between us, his eyes sparkling with emotion, or maybe that was just the fairy lights strung around us, before he bent down to steal a kiss.
“Now wrap your legs around me and hold on, because I’m gonna to make you see stars.”
He stole the oxygen out of my lungs as his hips reared back, pulling himself nearly all the way out of me before thrusting back in, the new position allowing him to delve even deeper, touching that spot inside me that had my back arching like some sort of sexual exorcism.
The offer to have me take charge was sweet, but this . This is what my darkest, dirtiest fantasies had been made of; of Josh straining above me, his hands gripping the flesh around my hips near painfully as he entered me with strong strokes of his hips.
The rush of finally getting what I wanted after years of pining for it was almost as pleasurable as what Josh was doing to my body.
Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, but I was far from sad. Overwhelmed, my arms reached for him, tugging him into me, holding Josh so close that he was forced to slow down, his thrusts growing shallow.
I breathed the essence of him in deeply, wanting to cherish this moment. This moment I would have waited forever and a day for, because no one would ever make me feel even half of what this man had.
My hands wandered the strong, shifting muscles of his back as he groaned into my neck like he was finally, finally home. To me, he was. I wanted him to dive deep inside me and never come up, so deep he could never resurface.
Drown in me, Josh.
“Fuck, Dove.” His voice trembled. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
He leaned back to look into my eyes, the dark heat of them burning me alive in the best way. Seeing Josh’s desire plain as day only fueled my own.
Knowing how much I was affecting him, seeing it …it was heady . Powerful.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, I tugged him back down, needing his lips on mine. Our mouths met in a kiss that was too sweet for what I wanted him to do to me.
“Show me who I belong to, Josh,” I exhaled like a challenge across his lips. “Ruin me for anyone else.”
He growled at the same time his grip tightened on me, and his hips rocked with need, drawing a gasp from me. “There will be no one else , Dove. You hear me?”
Before I could answer he was moving, drawing out of me so he could slam back in, grinding his hips in a way that had my clit zinging with pleasure and my mind clearing of anything but?—
“ Josh!” His name was a wild shout in the empty night, the darkened, star-speckled sky eating it up.
“That’s it,” he panted. “Say my name, baby, because it’s the only one you’ll ever scream again.”
With that, he shifted higher onto his knees, hitching my legs up around his ribcage, using them for leverage as every ounce of his willpower was used to shatter me into a million pieces via blinding pleasure.
The ache that had once been inside me was filled by Josh, and yet somehow it still didn’t seem like enough. Now that he was over me, in me , I wanted things I’d never even thought of before, not even in my wildest daydreams.
And I wanted them all with Josh.
“Josh,” I whimpered, my fingers running up the back of his neck, longing to curl around the long strands that were no longer there. I cursed Reverie for giving him a haircut. Even if he looked just as handsome with it shorter, I had less to grab onto now.
Tightening my legs around his torso, I moved my hips to match his pace, gasping at the stretch of him. He was touching the deepest parts of me, and still I wanted more. I wanted him feral above me, driving into me with a madness I had created.
“Don’t hold back,” I demanded in a breathy command, grinding into him as he bottomed out. “You won’t hurt me.”
“You think I’m holding back because I’m afraid of hurting you?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Dove, since the moment you sat down on me, I’ve been two seconds from coming. I’m trying to make this good for you.”
The shock of his confession much have shown on my face because he exhaled a short huff of laughter. “You’re surprised?” He swooped down to collect a kiss that had my toes curling. “You’re tight as fuck and sexy as sin,” he declared huskily against my lips. “I’m barely holding on here.”
My belly swooped at his words. Only this man could make me feel like I’m the prettiest girl alive.
“I want to watch you fall apart inside me, Josh,” I ordered breathlessly, barely holding on myself now that one of my biggest fantasies was coming true.
“I want you so out of control I can’t help but feel you tomorrow with every step I take.
” I punctuated my request by digging my nails into the back of his neck in the way I knew drove him wild.
Josh groaned and his hips faltered. “ Yes, ma’am.”