Chapter 10
TRISH
Joseph sinks to his knees, his palms scraping over my thighs as he does. There is so much running through my head right now: Should I be doing this? What if Rose wakes up? When’s the last time I shaved down there?
But all thoughts flee my brain when his warm breath caresses the skin of my thigh. I gasp at the sensation of his beard scratching against my delicate skin as his soft lips work their way up my thigh. He gets to the top of my shorts and yanks them down, exposing my threadbare cotton panties.
His hands caress the gusset, and his breath catches.
“You’re already wet.”
I’ve been wet for this man since he took me in. Kissing Joseph feels like a relief, confirmation that my feelings over the last few days are real, that he feels them too.
But as his fingers run between my legs and his breath hits my thighs, the warmth I felt at the kiss turns to pure pleasure.
The knot in my stomach disappears completely, and a new sensation begins to build.
A beautiful carefree sensation that I haven’t felt in a long time.
As his fingers slide under my panties, I feel like I’m floating, like I don’t have to worry about anything.
For this moment, it’s all about me and my pleasure.
I barely notice Joseph peeling my panties off and slinging my leg over his shoulder. We’re still in the kitchen, and I grab hold of the counter with one hand as his tongue licks my swollen folds. My thighs clench together, not used to having a man down there.
Joseph sits back on his haunches, his gaze on my pussy.
“You’re beautiful, Trish.”
No one’s ever worshipped me down there like he is.
Joseph nudges my thighs apart and I open for him, feeling vulnerable but in safe hands. He dips his head with reverence and slowly kisses the most intimate parts of me. His tongue slides into my opening, and he groans at the same time I moan.
The fact that he’s getting off on this as much as I am helps me relax. I lean back, letting him take care of me. Meaty hands grab my butt, and he pulls me onto his face. His beard tickles me between the legs as his tongue flicks over every part of me.
It’s erotic and dirty, and I want so much more of him. Feeling bold, I grind my pussy into his face. Joseph responds by sliding a finger inside me. My pussy sucks in his digit as the pressure builds inside my walls.
I lean back, gripping the counter as my moans echo around the kitchen. He’s devouring me like I’m his favorite dessert, and it feels so good I can’t hold on much longer.
Then I’m over the edge. Stars burst in my vision, and I stifle a cry. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and my spirit soars. For the first time in months I’m truly free, my body taking something for itself.
As the orgasm subsides, Joseph presses his face to me once more. I grab his hair and move his head where I need it, riding his face with a new confidence. It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to claim me. My pussy pulses on his tongue, and he licks my juices up hungrily.
Only when my body is exhausted does he let up.
He lowers my leg and stands up, wiping my juices off his beard.
I reach for the bulge in his jeans, wanting to return the favor, but he shakes his head.
“Tonight is all about you, Trish. Showing you how you deserve to be treated.”
It’s hard to believe his words. The only other man I’ve known is Ian, and he never did what Joseph just did. It’s hard to believe there are men this good in the world, let alone that I’ve fallen for one.
My heart fills with gratitude and I push off the counter, but my legs buckle under me.
Joseph catches me in his arms.
“You must be exhausted.”
He’s not wrong. The exhaustion from the last several months has finally caught up with me. Living on the edge, never sleeping properly in case something happened to Rose. For the first time in months, I feel truly relaxed, and it makes my body heavy.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
Joseph leads me to the bedroom and I lean into him, feeling safe and satisfied.
“Stay with me tonight,” I say, not wanting him to sleep on the couch.
“Trish, I’ll spend every night with you for the rest of my life if you ask me to.”
After checking Rose, I crawl into bed and Joseph wraps his arms around me. My body relaxes completely. I have him, and my daughter is safe. There is nothing to be anxious about. I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.