Chapter 33 #2
“Fist me. Please, Josh. Don’t… Don't make me wait.” I was half-sobbing already.
So horny I couldn’t think or breathe or function.
Desire had become a wall, bricking me off from everything that wasn’t this moment.
This need. It shrank the universe down to just me and Josh and all the places he touched me.
His pace increased, and I was already whimpering and begging when it dawned on me that Josh was full on finger-fucking me. I tried to speak, but the only sounds I could make were gasps and moans. The occasional whimper. A groan when Josh added a fourth finger.
I’d taken four before, but we’d never made it past that.
“Don’t let me come. Don’t let me come until you get your hand in me,” I begged.
All the other times we’d tried this, he’d let me come too early, and then I couldn’t seem to handle the idea of his hand in my ass.
I wanted him to keep me on the edge. I wanted to ride that electrified arousal.
I wanted it to build and build, snowballing into something too giant to be contained, and then, when his whole hand was in me, I wanted to let go.
It seemed to take forever because Josh was careful with me. Methodical. Caring. He stretched me open slowly, allowing me to get used to every extra millimeter of space he created.
“You’re doing so good.”
He sounded far away. I could barely hear him over my pounding heart.
“We’re almost there.”
Sweat beaded on my back. My hands were clammy, and I knew my hair was damp. I panted, unable to move or speak at this point. Every bit of me felt like it was stretched tight.
“We’re at the widest part now,” Josh soothed. “We’re almost there.”
I keened as he pressed forward, all five fingers pressing into me, easing past that final barrier as his hand slid past the broadest part, and then inside me.
All at once I was full. The stretch hadn’t gone away, but it had eased considerably and if I thought that was mind-blowing, Josh started to move his fist. Gently at first in a back and forth motion. His hand slid out of my hole leaving me empty and bereft but only for a few seconds.
Then he was pressing back inside. It went easier the second time.
Even easier the third time. By the fourth, I was gasping and I lost count after that.
All I knew was the fullness, the ecstasy of having someone touch me like that.
Like they owned me. Like I was their most sacred treasure and their greatest indulgence.
It might have been extreme for some people, but when he took the time to give me this, it was like I could feel his love for me, burrowing deeper.
I was no longer coherent by the time I finally came.
Though I still had yet to master the art of coming untouched, it only took a few quick strokes of Josh’s skilled hands to take me over the edge.
I came so hard my vision went white. I tasted oblivion.
There was nothing in the world, not even me, for a few seconds.
No noise or sensation. Had I blacked out?
No. I didn’t think so because I was still curled up on the bed, my ass in the air.
Josh removed his fist and I gasped sharply when he gently spanked my gaping hole.
I tried to respond to that action with words, but the part of my brain responsible for speech wasn’t currently working.
Josh helped me straighten my legs out so I could get comfortable.
He disappeared after that, but he wasn’t gone long.
He returned with a warm cloth and cleaned me up then crawled into bed.
Instead of lying down, he sat with his back propped up against the headboard and he pulled my head into his lap.
I think I did pass out then because the light in the room was a little different when my eyes blinked open.
“Hey, welcome back, sleeping beauty.”
I was still pillowed on Josh’s lap. He stroked his fingers through my hair.
“How do you feel?”
I took silent stock of my body. My ass was… fine. I might change my tune if I were sitting down, but currently, I felt great.
“So good,” I responded. My tongue felt thick and my speech felt clumsy. “You make me so good,” I told him.
Josh laughed quietly and continued to pet me. After a few more minutes, coherence slowly returned to my speech.
“How long was I sleeping?” I asked him, not yet ready to move.
“Not long. Half an hour. Maybe a bit more. Are you sore anywhere?”
“Nope. I feel great. A bit hollow actually. But I’ll have to live with that.”
“You looked good like that. All sweaty and desperate.”
“I felt good like that.” I closed my eyes. Sleep still wanted to take me under, but I clung to consciousness. I thought about the drawers he had. The toothbrush. The loofah. The special coffee cup that had migrated to my kitchen instead of his. Bits and pieces of his life were here already.
“I can’t wait for you to live here.” I said. When I thought about confessing my eagerness to take the next step, I’d pictured all kinds of reactions. Happiness. Rejection. Indifference. But I’d never imagined Josh laughing like he was now.
“What’s funny?” I asked, trying not to let it hurt my feelings.
“Half my apartment is already here.”
“I noticed the coffee cup,” I said, remembering that it had appeared a couple of weeks ago.
“Yes, but you haven’t noticed the towels in the bathroom, or the things on my nightstand. Like my testosterone shots.”
“I thought you just had it with you because you were here. It made sense that you had those things.” I tried to force myself to sit up, but Josh held me down. Though I didn't put up much of a fight, if I were honest. “So you’re going to move in soon? Because it needs to be soon.”
“I’ll move in here as soon as you want me.”
“I’m sorry if I just assumed that you’d want to move in here. I mean, we could find a different place if you wanted.”
“Are you kidding? Hell, no. I love your house. I love that Nitro is comfortable here. I like that it feels like home. That I can feel your presence in every room. Even when you’re not here.
I don’t feel alone when I’m here by myself.
Your house is a home, and I’m honored that you want to share it with me. ”
“As soon as I can move, I’m going to kiss you. And hug you. And probably get us some ice cream. But I can’t move yet. I still feel… wobbly.”
Josh went back to stroking his fingers through my hair. “Be wobbly. I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.” I closed my eyes and sleep didn’t take me, but I did let myself bask in the feeling of being loved and loving someone in return. I let myself enjoy the quiet moments, until Nitro and Wally decided they’d had enough being alone and started scratching and whining at the bedroom door.
“I’ll let them in,” Josh said, sliding out of bed.
“Little menaces.”
“Our little menaces,” Josh corrected and he helped both dogs up onto the bed before climbing in next to me.
Our dogs. Our house. Our lives.
I liked the sound of that.