Chapter 38 #2
My fingers trace patterns on her belly as my eyes hold hers, trying to read every tiny change in her expression.
But all I see is the desire in her gaze.
Gradually, I let my hand drift upward, taking my time and giving her every chance to say no.
I pause just shy of her chest, my pulse racing in time with hers.
Carefully, I cup her breast over her bra, barely making contact while maintaining eye contact. Her breath hitches. Her bra is soft, and as my thumb lightly grazes across it, her hardened nipple presses beneath the fabric.
“Fuck…” I exhale as my thumb begins to trace small circles around her nipple.
Her eyes flutter shut, and she lets out a soft moan. Encouraged, I give her breast a gentle squeeze before returning to teasing her nipple.
Her breasts are big and full, and I’ve always had to resist the urge to stare at them. Now, having the privilege to touch them is driving me wild. I’m tempted to suck on her nipple, but I know that would be moving too fast.
“Josh,” she breathes out my name, causing my gaze to snap back to hers.
“What do you need, Carolina?”
“More,” she whispers, her eyes full of desire.
“More of what?” I ask, leaning down to nuzzle her neck with a soft kiss.
Responding to my question, she gently takes my wrist and guides my hand from her breast down toward the waistband of her jeans.
When she releases me, I stop, needing to make sure. “Are you sure, Carolina? I—”
“Touch me, Josh,” she interrupts, a deep blush painting her cheeks.
I can’t let her beg again.
She shouldn’t ever have to beg for anything.
I unbutton her jeans, sliding my hand inside over her underwear. Through the fabric, her pussy is so soft, and my mouth waters. I stroke her and let my hand wander farther down until I find a wet spot. I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. My cock is so fucking hard it hurts.
“What?” she asks, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
I lean in close, murmuring against her lips, “You’re wet for me, and it’s driving me crazy.”
Then I claim her lips once more, pressing my finger down more firmly until I locate her clit.
She breaks away from the kiss to gasp for air, her eyes meeting mine.
I gently circle her clit, and she lets out a soft moan.
I desperately hope she’ll let me bring her to the edge. I need to hear more of those sounds.
Maintaining a rhythm, I rub her and lean down to tease her neck with light bites. It seems to be the perfect combination because her hips lift off the bed and her fingers clutch at my covers.
“Come for me, Carolina,” I whisper into her ear, sensing she’s on the brink, but something seems to be holding her back.
I take a chance, sliding her panties to the side while keeping my gaze on her, watching for any hesitation or discomfort. Her eyes are hooded with desire, and her breath is heavy. My finger slips over her clit again, and she shudders.
She is so fucking soft and wet I have to bite my lower lip at the intense feeling. Visions of my cock slipping between her folds, sinking deep inside her, have me groaning.
Circling her clit, I apply a little pressure, then lean down, nipping at her neck. “Come for me, Carolina,” I murmur again, letting my breath whisper against her ear.
It sends her over the edge, her thighs tightly squeezing my arm, which draws a growl of appreciation from me. “You’re so fucking sexy. I’m lucky I didn’t just come in my pants,” I tell her, punctuating my words with a peck on her nose.
When she stops panting, I pull my hand from her jeans and bring my finger to my mouth, tasting her. Her flavor is addictive, and I close my eyes to fully savor it. When I open them again, she’s looking at me wide-eyed.
“Everything okay?” I ask, brushing some hair from her face. She nods, her gaze dropping to the noticeable bulge in my pants. As she reaches for it, I stop her. “No, Carolina, this was just about you. You don’t need to—”
“But I want to,” she says, her cheeks coloring again. “I’m curious. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m not sure I can make it as good for you, but I want to touch you too. Can I?”
Fuck. “I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want with me,” I say, kissing her before reclining back on the mattress and unbuttoning my pants.
She scoots over, and her hand hovers above me, carefully watching my every move until her eyes meet mine again. “I don’t know what…”
I take her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm before guiding it to my crotch, over my boxers, my cock rock hard. “Touch me. Hold me. Squeeze me. Do whatever you feel like doing.”
“What if I hurt you?” she asks, her voice filled with concern.
I can’t help but chuckle. “I promise you won’t.”
With my reassuring words, she seems to gain a little confidence. She slowly, tentatively takes me in her hand, her touch light over my boxers.
A sharp breath hisses through my teeth from finally having her hands on me. “See? You’re doing great,” I encourage her, my voice strained. “You can… you can go a bit firmer if you want.”
She takes my advice to heart and grips me, her hand moving up and down in an uncertain rhythm. I close my eyes, trying to focus on not coming right then and there, all because of her innocent touch.
It’s pure bliss, and in the back of my mind, I marvel that she chose me to be her first with this, to be the one who shows her stuff.
“Carolina…” I murmur her name like a prayer, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.
This girl is going to be the end of me.
As she continues to touch me, she grows more confident, her movements becoming less hesitant, her rhythm steadier. She stops, but just to pull my boxers down and grip my cock without a barrier. “You’re so soft and hard at the same time,” she comments, and a low groan escapes me.
I reach over to cup her cheek, my thumb stroking her flushed skin. Pulling her closer, I capture her lips with mine, pouring all the feelings I have for her into the kiss.
Caught up in the heat of the moment, I weave my fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer. The taste of her lips, the scent of her skin, and the feel of her hand on me it’s all too much, a sensory overload that’s driving me to the edge.
She seems to be overwhelmed too, because her strokes get a little bit too fast.
“Breathe,” I manage to say between heavy breaths. “Take it slow… just… like that,” I direct, gritting my teeth with how good it feels.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my breath ragged. This connection between us goes deeper than anything I’ve ever known. I want this moment to last forever, to stay lost in her touch, in the rhythm of her hand moving against me.
I’m wasted on her in the way she grips me, and no matter how much I want to prolong this moment, I come with a strained groan. My hips jerk involuntarily with each jolt as I release into her hand.
My body trembles with the force of it, the moment leaving me breathless, my chest heaving as I try to regain some semblance of control. I rest my forehead against hers. “That was… amazing,” I manage to say between panting for breath, my voice hoarse.
When I lean back to look at her, the look in her eyes is one of pride mixed with a sweet innocence that takes my breath away all over again. She’s truly perfect in every sense of the word, and I am the luckiest man alive.
I’m just about to get up to get her something to clean up with when she brings her hand to her mouth, licking it. I moan, nearly coming again just from watching her taste me.
“Carolina, you don’t—”
“You taste good, salty but good,” she states, and I stare at her in disbelief. “Do I taste good too?”
I let out a huffed laugh before leaning in to kiss her again, tasting myself on her tongue. “You taste like the dessert I could eat for the rest of my life,” I whisper.
I pull my boxers and pants back up and lay down, drawing her close so her head rests against my chest.
“What does your name mean?” she asks after a while, drawing circles on my forearm with her finger.
“My full name is Joshua,” I say with a laugh. “My mom thought it sounded pretty American. She wasn’t too thrilled when people started shortening it to ‘Josh,’ but eventually, she caved and did the same. As for its meaning, I have no fucking clue.”
“I like Joshua. It’s a beautiful name,” she murmurs, and I reward her compliment with a kiss on her forehead.
“You’re the only one who gets to call me that,” I whisper, pulling her closer.