CHAPTER 15 #2
Before I could turn around, two massive, warm arms slid around my waist from behind, pulling my back flush against a solid wall of absolute heat.
Joshua’s chest was bare, radiating the crisp scent of sandalwood body wash and clean, damp skin.
He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his stubble lightly scraping against my skin, taking a deep, ragged breath.
"Mmm, you smell real good, Doc," I said with a wide smile, tilting my head back against his shoulder to give him better access to my neck.
"That's funny," he murmured against my collarbone, his warm lips trailing slow kisses up to my earlobe, "because I was just thinking that you smell like everything I’ve ever wanted."
I turned around in his arms, resting my hands against his chest. His upper body was completely bare, water droplets still glinting on his broad shoulders and hard-carved chest muscles. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue boxer-briefs that hung low on his hips.
I looked down, my eyes trailing down the center line of his abs, stopping at the obvious, thick ridge pressing aggressively against the front of his boxers.
My breath hitched. I reached down without hesitation, my warm palm wrapping directly over his thick shaft, feeling the immense heat and rigidity radiating through the thin cotton fabric. I looked up into his eyes, smirking as I gave him a slow, firm stroke.
Joshua let out a low, guttural groan, his light eyes darkening instantly as he cupped the back of my head, bringing his lips down on mine in a deep, demanding kiss.
His tongue parted my lips effortlessly, tasting me with a hungry, possessive passion that set my entire nervous system on fire.
I kissed him back just as hard, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down until my toes were barely touching the kitchen floor.
I could feel him growing even harder against my hand, expanding until he was practically bursting out of his underwear.
Breathing heavily, I turned around with my back still against his chest, reached out with my free hand, and clicked the stove knob to the off position. The sauce was done. And so was my patience.
I took him by the hand, leading him out of the kitchen and into the living room, pulling him down onto the soft, deep cushions of the leather sofa.
I slid into his lap, straddling his waist, my silk robe parting to reveal my legs as we plunged right back into another explosive kiss.
His large hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly, grinding his hard length directly against my center through our thin clothes.
"Fuck, Ciara..." he breathed out against my lips, his hands sliding up my back, bunching up the silk of my robe.
I pulled my lips back a few inches, breathing heavily, looking down at his handsome, flushed face with a coy, teasing smile. I placed my hands flat against his chest, gently holding him back.
"Let’s eat first... then we play later," I told him, my voice a low, raspy whisper.
Joshua let out a dramatic, childish whine, his brow furrowing as he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me back down against his hardness. "No... I don't want pasta. I want to play now."
I burst out laughing, completely charmed by the sheer contrast of this towering, six-foot-eight professional man pouting like a spoiled kid.
"No way, Big Guy," I teased, sliding off his lap and standing up in front of the couch. I brought my fingers to my mouth, slowly licking a trace of his skin off my lip, giving him a sultry, promises-will-be-kept wink. "Dinner first... then you get dessert later."
Joshua leaned his head back against the leather couch, letting out a heavy, defeated groan toward the ceiling. "You are cruel, Ciara. Absolute torture."
"You'll survive, Doc," I called out over my shoulder, disappearing back into the kitchen to plate our food. "Now get your fine ass up and get ready to eat!"
Ten minutes later, we were sitting side-by-side on the living room sofa, two steaming plates of garlic-sauced penne resting on our laps, a romantic movie playing softly on the TV screen.
For about fifteen minutes, we actually managed to behave like civilized adults, eating our food and sharing quiet, comfortable laughter over the movie’s dialogue. But the air between us was entirely too charged. The room felt like a powder keg waiting for a spark.
On the screen, the two lead characters suddenly stopped arguing, stepped into a rainstorm, and grabbed each other in a frantic, movie-grade kiss.
I paused, my fork hovering halfway to my mouth. I glanced sideways at Joshua. At the exact same second, he turned his head to look at me.
Neither of us said a single word.
We simultaneously set our half-eaten plates down on the coffee table with a clatter, completely abandoning all pretense of dinner.
In a fraction of a second, Joshua lunged across the cushions, wrapping his massive arms around my waist, pulling me into his lap as his mouth crashed onto mine like a physical strike.
The kiss was ravenous, desperate, and completely devoid of restraint.
We were starving for each other—a deep, primal hunger that had been building through a week of trauma, fear, and endless tension.
I wrapped my arms around his head, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, until there was no space left between us.
I reached down, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his dark blue boxers, and yanked them down with everything I had.
POP.
His massive, rock-hard cock sprang free, completely liberated from the fabric, slapping right against my thigh with a heavy, thick thud.
I broke the kiss, looking down at him, and burst into a wicked, breathless laugh. "Damn, Doc! Watch where you point that weapon! You nearly took my left leg out!"
Joshua let out a husky, rumbling laugh, his hands resting on my thighs. "You dragged it out, sweetheart. It’s your fault it's aggressive."
I didn't argue. I slid off the couch, dropping down onto my knees right between his spread legs. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the thick, pulsing base of his shaft. It was heavy, hot, and veins were standing out like cords along the length.
I brought my lips down, gently kissing the very tip, inhaling the clean, intoxicating scent of his sandalwood body wash mixed with his natural, musky heat.
I trailed soft, light kisses down the underside of his shaft, teasing him, before opening my mouth wide and taking the broad head straight into my throat.
"Ah... fuck, Ciara!" Joshua growled out, his head snapping back against the leather cushions, his broad chest heaving violently.
I didn't slow down. I began stroking the base with my right hand while my mouth moved up and down his length in a deep, wet, rhythmic rhythm. I let my saliva coat his skin, making every stroke slick and noisy.
Joshua’s large hands reached down, burying his fingers deep into my dark braids, not to pull me off, but to guide my rhythm.
His hips began to thrust up off the couch in small, desperate twitches, driving his hard head deep into the back of my throat, fucking my mouth with an intense, raw passion that made my eyes water.
"God, you feel so good... keep going, baby," he groaned, his voice cracking with pure pleasure.
I took him deeper, swallowing his pride, before sliding my mouth down to his scrotum.
I took one of his heavy testicles into my mouth, sucking gently, feeling it tighten, before pulling away with a loud, wet POP.
I kissed the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, stroking his dick continuously with my hand, before taking his entire length right back into my throat, letting him take full control of the speed.
He rode my mouth for five glorious, breathless minutes, his moans filling the high ceilings of the cabin, until he was practically trembling from head to toe.
Just as I felt his hips start to jerk wildly, signaling he was close, Joshua suddenly grabbed me under my arms, hauling me up off the floor with astonishing strength.
"My turn," he rasped out, his eyes blazing with pure, unadulterated lust.
He pushed me back onto the couch, flattening my back against the leather cushions. He grabbed my knees, spreading my legs wide apart, and untied the sash of my pink silk robe, throwing the fabric wide open to expose my bare, glistening center to the room.
He didn't hesitate. Joshua dropped his massive head right between my thighs, his face diving into my wetness.
"Joshua... ah!" I screamed out, my back arching off the leather as his warm, wet tongue made direct, firm contact with my sensitive clit.
He didn't play nice. He remembered what I liked.
He began eating my pussy like he was starving, his tongue darting, swirling, and flicking over my sweet spot with a ferocious, relentless speed.
He inserted two thick fingers deep inside my tight canal, curling them upward, pumping in and out in perfect harmony with his lapping tongue.
"Oh God! Yes! Right there, Doc! Don't stop!" I shrieked, my fingers entangling wildly in his blonde hair, pressing his face harder against my groin.
My body contorted and twisted on the couch as a massive, tidal-wave climax tore through my lower belly.
I creamed all over his lips and chin, my inner walls clamping down violently on his fingers as I shook with intense, breathless pleasure.
Joshua just drank it all in, slurping on my clit, eating through my orgasm until I was practically sobbing from the sheer intensity.
Before I could even catch my breath, before the waves of my climax had even fully subsided, Joshua stood up. He grabbed me under my waist, lifting my entire body straight up off the couch as if I weighed nothing at all.
"Joshua!" I gasped, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist for support.