Chapter 20 #3
I kiss him again and he moves lower between the sheets and into the darkness under the blankets.
I smile at the ceiling with my hands on the back of his head.
In a normal sex romp with Joshua Stanton there are no blankets because he flips me around so much that they don’t stay on the bed.
There is definitely no silence as I am usually screaming in ecstasy and the bed is hitting the wall with such force it could be used for demolition, and there is no darkness, it is usually blazing light because he wants to look at my body as he takes me.
I lie still as I feel his silent gaze on me and feel his breath on my inner thighs.
His fingers slowly part me and I feel him gently blow on my open weeping flesh.
God, I need this. With his open hands holding my legs apart at my upper thigh I start to quiver with need.
His tongue goes to work and gradually I feel my body start to meet him as his hands pull me onto his face.
He’s in me completely, tongue, stubble and face, and he’s loving it.
Oh…oh…dear God, I shudder as my body lurches off the bed in orgasm.
“Sshh,” he whispers as he grabs my hand affectionately.
There it is, the gentle gesture that is my breaking point.
He immediately pushes two fingers into me, and I bring my knees up and, my feet flat to the mattress, I try to calm myself and lie back as I try to control my breathing.
His tongue unleashes on my clitoris this time and he works me with his two fingers, in and out…
in and out…in and out, oh shit. Then he adds another finger and I flinch at the tight pinching sensation. He stops.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks into me.
“No, it’s ok. It’s a good burn,” I whisper as I rub my hand over the back of his head in a reassuring gesture.
He keeps working me and the bed starts to move, and he stops. “Sshh, stop breathing so heavy.” He whispers.
“I can’t believe you are telling me to be quiet, you are usually making me scream,” I whisper.
“Sshh,” he says again.
“Stop shushing me,” I whisper as I smile at the ceiling.
Then he lets me have it, three fingers and the best oral sex you have ever felt.
He works me so hard that I am moving up and down in my bed.
Without realizing it, my feet have lifted, and I lie with my legs in the air.
My hands are firmly on the back of his head, he groans into me and I gently convulse into another orgasm, then, before I realize what has happened, he has lifted my legs and pushed into me in one movement.
God…he’s big. He breathes heavily into my shoulder as he stays still and deep to let me acclimatize to the hard intrusion.
Holy…mother of God, this man is divine. He kisses me and I run my hands over his broad muscular shoulders. How have I lived without this?
He starts to pant as he tries to control himself. He kisses me again, more urgent and I know he has to move.
“I’m okay,” I whisper. “It’s okay, baby.”
He nods and slowly pulls out. Ohh, it burns. I close my eyes as I try to deal with the full sensation. He stays still again.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a nearly unrecognizable husky voice.
I nod. “I’m good, go.” I bring my hips up to meet his and put my hands on his behind.
He groans into my ear as he takes the lobe between his teeth. The dull pain of his bite combined with his breath on my neck and the burning hot fire between my legs has me starting to really move underneath him. I need more, I need it harder.
“Sshh, gentle baby,” he whispers as he tries to calm me. “We have to be quiet.”
“I can’t be quiet. Fuck me,” I whisper.
He smiles into my neck. “There’s my beautiful slut, I’ve missed her.
” He kisses me again and starts to move.
“Baby, I won’t last, it’s been too long,” he whispers, but I am way past worrying about his orgasm because mine is here already.
I cry out and lurch forward as the orgasm rips through me.
He quickly puts his hand over my mouth and I giggle into it.
He closes his eyes and with one, two, three strong pumps his orgasm gently takes him over.
Never have you seen anything so beautiful as Joshua Stanton orgasm.
His eyes close and he shudders, his mouth opens slightly as he gasps for air.
We lie together panting. I can feel his heart beating in his chest heavily along with mine. We start to kiss passionately and the depth of feeling I have for this man once again moves me to tears.
He wipes my tear away with his thumb as he kisses me gently.
He rolls onto his back and drapes my body over his as he holds my hand. Our heartbeats are still going at a hectic pace. We both lie staring at the ceiling as we try and catch our breath.
“Tash,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Am I seeing this right? Do the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling spell Joshua?”
I giggle in embarrassment. “Maybe,” I whisper. “Everyone wants their name up in lights, right?”
He laughs. “You’re an idiot,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead. I sigh happily as I kiss his broad chest and start to relax.
“I fucking adore you,” he whispers, and I smile into his neck. Who would have thought at five in the morning on a Tuesday in my mother’s house under the veil of silence I would once again hear those much needed magical words from the beautiful Joshua Stanton?