Chapter 27 #3
“In,” I whisper, “put them in.” My cock starts to thump with need.
I watch as her index finger disappears into her body and my breath catches as her eyes close.
“Two,” I whisper. Her eyes hold mine as she adds another finger and I nearly come on the spot.
My cock starts to throb with such velocity that I can hardly sit still.
“In and out,” I breathe as I run my hands over her body and start to squeeze her nipples.
She starts to pulse her fingers in and out as her eyes close.
The visual runs through my head of me taking her anally in this position as she does this, and it makes me clench to stop myself from orgasming.
I have never been with a hotter woman; she is on fire.
She reaches down and picks up my penis and feeds it into her.
Both of our eyes are locked onto the mirror as my cock slowly disappears into her body, she moans softly, and I bite my lip hard to stop myself from coming.
I can’t control it anymore. I pick up her legs and hold them back as I start to lift off the bed to give her what we so desperately both need.
Her head drops back to my shoulder as I pound into her as hard as I can.
She starts to hold herself off the bed on straightened arms so I can grab her hips and really piston into her.
The sight of her open as my penis pounds into her body and the feeling of her deep internal muscles contracting around my cock tips me over the edge and I cry out.
“Keep fucking going,” she moans, chasing her own orgasm and I give her everything I have until she screams out and falls back onto my chest and we both fall to the mattress.
Her tongue swipes through my open lips. I will never tire of the perfect intimacy between us.
“I love you,” I breathe.
She giggles into my neck. “You are the Lamborghini of all Lamborghinis and I love you.”
I smile as I gently pull out, we both lie silent and try to catch our breath as we look at each other and I smile broadly.
“What?” she whispers shyly. “You like to watch too.” I smile.
She bites her lip as she giggles. “You are a bad influence on me, Mr. Stanton.”
I lean in and kiss her passionately. I love this woman. We lie in each other’s arms for another ten minutes.
“I’m having a shower,” Tash whispers as she kisses me again quickly on the lips. “I smell like semen.”
I smile and rub my hand over her ass. “I like you smelling like my semen.”
“Shower,” she repeats.
“Hmm,” I sigh as I put the back of my forearm over my eyes. “Meet you in there, Presh.” She stands and I roll and grab her ass. “Seconds?” I raise a brow in question.
“Hmm, later.” She smiles as she jumps up and leaves the room, I hear the shower turn on and I lie in the silence for a moment as my heart rate slows. God, she’s incredible. I have never had sex like I have with her. We are so compatible. I start to doze in a hazy state of contentment.
“Joshua, get in here,” she yells, and I smile with my eyes closed.
Demanding thing. I swing my legs to get out of bed and accidentally knock her diary off the bedside table and onto the floor.
I yawn as I bend and pick it up. This is the new one that I haven’t read.
I open a random page and smile as I start to read.
“Joshua!” she calls.
Joshua told me last night that he only wants to have sex and has no intention of picking up where we left off.
I’m gutted, in tears as I write this, I thought everything was going to turn out alright between us.
It’s becoming more apparent every day that he doesn’t feel the same as I do. Maybe he never has?
Guilt hits me in the stomach. The night in the restaurant, I remember it well. Why am I such a selfish prick? I shake my head in disgust at myself.
“Josh I’m washing myself,” she calls, and I smile again as I continue reading.
I think the girls might be right when they say I will one day regret not sleeping with anyone else. I wish I could release myself from Joshua’s grip…for just one night. I want to feel another man’s hands on me…inside of me.
Pain lances through my chest. What?
I already know I will never be able to betray him like that.
I belong to him and I guess it is something that I will die wondering about.
How does it feel to have sex with someone you don’t love?
To have no emotional connection. No pain when they leave.
I want it so badly, but I love Joshua more.
I will stay loyal to him forever, even if he doesn’t want me.
The sick thing is even if we get back together deep down, I know I will always wish I had done it when I had the chance. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
I snap the diary shut in a rush and put my hand over my mouth as nausea fills my stomach.
She craves another man’s touch. I drop my head into my hands as I sit on the side of the bed, and a lump forms in my throat.
I had no idea she felt like this…I just assumed.
After every sacrifice she has made for me over the years she still craves another man’s touch and no matter how hard I try that is something I cannot give her.
Natasha
I look out the window as we turn into the hospital. It’s Monday morning and Joshua is dropping me off at work. We have a security car in front and one behind us. I bite my bottom lip as I study him.
“Is something wrong?” I ask as I reach over and run my hand up the back of his neck.
He frowns and his eyes flick to me. “No, why do you say that?”
I shrug. “You’re just quiet.”
He smiles softly as he reaches over, picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “I will be happy when this psycho doesn’t get off today.”
I nod uncomfortably. “Me too, do you think he will?” Coby Allender’s bail hearing is going to court today. Max is going to watch in the public gallery.
He shakes his head in frustration and shrugs his shoulders. “Hope so.”
I continue to watch him, that’s not it. “Are you sure that’s all it is? You have been quiet all weekend and you have hardly eaten a thing since Friday.”
He frowns at me as he chews his thumbnail. “Natasha, a serial killer who has possibly stolen your vibrator and a sexual blackmail case against me is a reason to worry, don’t you think?” he snaps.
I nod sympathetically. “Yes, you’re right. Sorry.” We pull into the drop off area and my guard gets out of the car behind us.
“Don’t leave the hospital, okay?” He runs his hand up my thigh.
I smile softly as I nod. “Okay,” I whisper.
“Take the guard with you if you leave your office.” I smile again.
“What?” he frowns.
“You’re very cute when you get all over-protective.” I smile. “I mean it, do as you’re told. This is serious.” He frowns.
“Yes, boss,” I whisper as I lean in to kiss him. “Will you call me when you hear from Max?”
“If the murderer gets off, I am coming to get you straight away,” he snaps.
“Oh God, Joshua, now you’re being a drama queen.” I run my hand through his stubble. “I love you,” I whisper.
His face drops and his eyes search mine. “I love you too,” he whispers as he forces a smile.
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do you look at me like that when I tell you I love you?” I ask.
He frowns. “Like what?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Nothing. I will see you when you pick me up.”
He nods. “See you then.”
“Do you want to go out for dinner?” I ask hopefully. “No,” he answers.
“Why?”
“You know why, it’s like sitting in a goldfish bowl with all the security surrounding us. I don’t enjoy going out at the moment.”
“Are you going to let us be prisoners in my apartment for the rest of our lives?” I sigh.
“You think I like this shit?” he snaps.
“Whatever,” I sigh. “See you tonight.” I exit the car in a rush, and he waits until I walk into the building. God, he’s so bloody wound up at the moment.
Eight o’clock that night we are sprawled on my lounge watching television as I eat chocolate ice cream. My feet are on Joshua’s lap and he is deep in thought. I can tell by the way he is running the side of his pointer finger back and forth over his lips, his elbow resting on the side rest.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
He looks towards me as I pull him from his thoughts. “Just how I would do anything to make you happy.” He picks up my foot and kisses the top of it and smirks at me.
I smile and guilt runs through me. He is trying so hard, but I know deep down he is devastated about leaving his life in LA and Willowvale. When I put the pieces together I realized that he has not been himself since he told the boys he is moving here.
“Josh…I’ve been thinking about it.” I bite my lip as I contemplate whether I am doing the right thing.
He raises an eyebrow in question.
“You know I love you too much to let you sacrifice for me.” His face drops. “What do you mean?”
“I know you don’t want to leave LA,” I answer.
He rolls his lips as he thinks. “You have sacrificed enough for me over the years, Presh…it’s my turn.”
I smile sadly. “I don’t want you to ever sacrifice to be with me, Joshua.”
He smiles and kisses my foot again. His eyes hold mine. “I will move to LA,” I blurt out.
He frowns.
“But…I want Mum and the girls to have unlimited plane tickets to visit me.”
He frowns. “Tash, you love Sydney.”
I smile. “No, Josh. I love you and if that means moving to the moon to be with you, then so be it.” I shovel a large spoon of ice cream into my mouth.
He swallows and turns back to the television, seemingly deep in thought.
“Why do you want to move to LA?” he asks.
“Because you have been miserable since you decided to move here, and I want you to be happy.”
He narrows his eyes and turns back to the television and scratches his head in frustration.
“We will move to LA on one condition.” His eyes bore into mine. “What’s the condition?” I frown.
“I want you to sleep with someone else.”