Chapter 25 Josh
Josh
This could only be a dream.
Celine was in my bed, straddling me, her mouth fused to mine like I was the oxygen she needed to breathe. Having her had become a fantasy, and after our encounter in the barn last weekend, that fantasy had begun to run wild.
I wanted days, weeks, months to explore her body. But we were already on borrowed time. Watching her swing the sledgehammer, witnessing the way her face lit up and her muscles loosened when she was finished, had been the most powerful aphrodisiac.
Now that her weight was settled on top of me, keeping a lid on my desire for her was impossible. With my hands on her ass, I kissed her back with as much passion as she was showing me.
When she moaned into my neck, I knew that this was heaven.
I’d asked her what she wanted, and she’d asked me to fuck her.
I could have come in my pants right there and then. It was officially the hottest phrase I’d ever heard.
Sitting upright, she took off her T-shirt, revealing a pink sports bra that did little to hide her pebbled nipples.
“All of it,” I growled.
Without hesitation, she ripped the undergarment off and tossed it over her head.
With one hand on her breast, teasing her rosy nipple, I took the other into my mouth. “You’re in charge,” I said, trailing kisses along her chest as she ground her hips against me. “Anything you want.”
“You know what I want.” She squeezed my cock through my pants, whimpering.
“You’ll get it,” I gritted out. “But first, please let me taste you.”
Her already flushed face went crimson. “No… you don’t have to.”
I clutched her hips, clocking the uncertainty in her expression.
“Um, I desperately want to. But obviously only if it’s okay with you.”
“It’s just.” She let out a shuddering breath. “I’m all sweaty. Maybe I should shower—”
I grasped her wrist and brought it to my lips, kissing her pulse point.
“Fuck, that just makes you taste even better. Please.”
“I mean, I guess.” Though there was hesitation there, desire burned in her eyes. “For a minute?”
I rolled over and pushed up on my knees, making sure not to cage her in or make her feel trapped. “Can I take off your leggings?”
She nodded, her hair fanning out on my pillows, her hard nipples still wet and glistening from my mouth. She looked like a sexy goddess, and my God, I wanted to do the filthiest things to her.
Slowly I inched her pants down, relishing every inch of her soft skin. I tossed them to the floor and eased her legs open wider, then locked eyes with her, waiting for permission.
When she gave me a slight nod, I dove in.
I considered teasing her, but we didn’t have time to waste, and I’d already waited so damn long for this.
I was starving.
And she was wet and warm and tasted like heaven on my tongue.
Despite her initial reservation, it took less than thirty seconds for her to start bucking against my face.
“You worked up?” I nipped at her inner thigh and slipped a finger inside her. Immediately, she clenched around me, just like she had the other night. This woman had loved riding my hand, there was no way she could deny it.
I focused on her clit, licking and sucking and searching for a rhythm that made her squirm and moan. I found it quickly, and I was just settling in when she convulsed beneath me.
“Yes. Josh. Yes,” she cried. Lifting her hips.
I kept my pace, licking and sucking and nipping, then repeating. I was barely holding on. Fuck, I was so wound up I was tempted to hump the mattress for relief. Because Celine coming on my tongue was too much for me to handle. It was perfection.
She pushed me away, then threw her arms out to her sides, panting heavily. “Holy shit. How did you do that?”
I sat up, cataloging every detail of her naked body.
“I’ll do it again,” I said, reaching for her thighs.
“No.” She put her hand on her chest, giving me a saucy smile. “Get naked.”
“We don’t have to,” I said, even as I tugged my shirt off.
She bit her lip, her lashes fluttering. “Didn’t you say I was in charge?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I stood and shucked my jeans.
She pointed to my boxer briefs and commanded, “Off.”
What could I do but obey? And when my cock sprung free, her eyes went wide.
“Jesus, Josh.”
I stood in front of her, fully naked, heart hammering. “You’re in charge. Where do you want me?”
She sat up and scooted to one side. “Lay down.”
I did, sprawling out on my back and grabbing a handful of her ass along the way.
She straddled me again, kissing down my chest, deliberately ignoring my cock and driving me absolutely wild.
“Condom?”
I reached for the nightstand, knocking over the lamp in my haste, and plucked one out, then handed it to her.
She tore it open with her teeth, her eyes locked with mine, and a zap of electricity worked its way up my spine. Fuck, that was hot.
As she covered me, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Goddamn.
She hovered over me, teasing me with her heat, dragging my tip through her wetness.
“I don’t know,” she said, between sloppy kisses. “It might not fit.”
“It will fit.” I slid a hand between us and found her core, confirming that she was still drenched. “You want it so badly, don’t you?”
Cheeks flushing, she lined me up with her entrance and sank down an inch. Fuck. Already my vision was darkening. There was no way I would last long.
She took me little by little, looking like a wild fucking goddess.
“You’re so big,” she whimpered. “Keep those hands up.”
I grabbed the headboard to keep myself from reaching for her. This was her show and I wanted her to know it.
She bit her lip and rolled her hips once, then again. When she was fully seated, she let out a sigh. “God, this feels so fucking good.”
She rolled her hips again, grinding her clit against me.
“I’m so full.”
“That’s it,” I gritted out, my heart pounding. “Take whatever you want. Use me.”
She rode me gently, tentatively as first, testing until she found the spot that had her groaning and picking up the pace. It didn’t take long before her head was thrown back and she was riding me, moaning and shaking.
It was the hottest moment of my life. Just the sight of her threatened to unravel me.
“Look at you,” I said, clutching the headboard tighter. “You’re so sexy. You were made for me, Celine. Made to drive me crazy and fulfill all my fantasies.”
She loomed over me, her eyes full of heat. “Touch me,” she begged. “I’m close.”
Without second-guessing the directive, I pulled her down. I cupped one breast while I found her clit, applying steady pressure right where she needed it.
I was rewarded instantly, her walls tightening around me.
Oh fuck. Muscles clenched, I fought the urge to spill myself inside her.
“That’s it,” I said as she closed her eyes and threw her head back again. “Come on my cock.”
“I don’t know if I can,” she squeaked out, her chest flushed, her hands splayed over my pecs.
“I can feel you. You’re so close. Let go.” I rubbed circles around her clit once, twice. When I did it a third time, she detonated. Riding me hard and fast as she spasmed around me.
A stronger man would have held on. Would have made her come at least one more time.
But in this moment, I was weak. My orgasm ripped through me violently, black dots dancing in my vision. I thrust up, surging deeper, and she clutched me tighter, holding on while I rode out my own release.
When I’d stopped pulsing inside her, I dropped my head back.
She collapsed on my chest, out of breath and sweating. “That was…” She didn’t even finish her sentence.
“Incredible,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close so her heart beat against mine. “Truly incredible.”