31. Josh #2
His hands found my shoulders and pinned me down.
Distance grew between us, but my lower half was still imitating an octopus, my legs clamping tighter around his waist in the hopes of gaining more of that delicious friction.
Josh looked wrecked as his broad chest heaved and his brown eyes shuttered, giving way to darkness, like it was taking his all to stop.
“It’s your first time.”
Was he reminding me, or was he trying to remind himself?
Because I certainly didn’t need reminding.
“I’m not a porcelain doll, Josh,” I bit out, frustrated. He cared about my virginity more than I did at this point.
His kiss-swollen lips frowned down at me. “I didn’t say you were.”
“Despite what you might think, I don’t need gentle or slow.” No part of me wanted it that way. I wanted him losing himself above me, over me, in me. I wanted that soreness to linger into tomorrow as I worked around the farm, a twinging hurt as proof that he’d finally made me his in every way.
“Let me be the one to figure out what you need,” he demanded with a growl in his voice.
His hands slid down the curve of my shoulders to cup my breasts, running his thumbs teasingly over my taut nipples, drawing a low gasp from me that stole the protest straight from my lungs.
Not that I wanted to protest. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was pushing him, other than hoping it brought him closer to giving me what I wanted, which was him inside me.
He brought his head down until his lips were brushing mine. This close I could see his eyes had been consumed by his hunger, dark and wild. For me.
I trembled. Seeing him that affected just by touching me, kissing me, would never get old.
“Maybe I don’t want to rush this,” he confessed huskily before he sucked at my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth as he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
It only fanned the already out of control flame razing me, making me even more desperate as I squirmed beneath him.
When he released my lip with a wet pop a whimper escaped.
“I’ve waited a long time to have you under me, Dove.” He nipped at my swollen lip. “I’ll take however long I like because I want to savor every delectable inch of you.”
His voice was deeper than I’ve ever heard it before, full of lust and a hint of dominance that always seemed to creep out whenever he had me under him.
“Josh,” I protested, unable to take the tortuous pace I knew he was about to set. “ Please .”
“Please, what?”
“Please,” I rasped. “Fuck me.” I couldn’t even find it in me to be embarrassed. The hollow ache inside me grew every moment he wasn’t in me. I loved Josh for being so concerned, I really did, but the only thing he should be concerned about was me combusting from sexual frustration.
The hands cupping my breasts moved on, caressing over my stomach, ghosting over the curve of my hips until they reached my thighs. He urged them wider so he could settle more comfortably between them.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you.” His words were a sultry promise. “But first I want to get you nice and ready for me.”
He pressed a quick peck to my lips before he followed the path his hands had taken.
Laying kisses down the line of my jaw, he worked his way to my chest. I wasn’t typically loud during foreplay, but Josh had the ability to coax sounds out of me I’d never made before.
As he mouthed at my breasts and his hands pawed at my thighs, I struggled to stay quiet.
I didn’t even know why I was trying, not when the only audience we had were the stars winking themselves into existence across the sky and whatever wildlife was currently prowling the forest surrounding us.
The sounds I normally held back escaped my throat freely as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked .
They were tight and sensitive from his continued teasing, making the assault a sharp, delicious hurt.
My clit throbbed with neglect as another white-hot streak of want coursed through my body.
I shook with it as he continued to worship my breasts, suckling and nipping back and forth, leaving bites across my chest that ached dully as he continued to dole out equal attention between the two.
I wanted his mouth on me, of course I did , but this was agony; a pleasurable torment.
A broken sound escaped me. “Stop teasing . I can’t take it.”
“Who said I was teasing?” he spoke into my skin, purposely rasping his stubble back and forth along my sensitive flesh. I nearly sobbed in relief when he moved on, planting kisses down until his tongue was dipping into my belly button. My stomach swooped at the sensation. “I’m just enjoying you.”
“Enjoy me faster,” I groused, prodding his shoulders. He was so close to where I wanted him, mere inches away.
He lifted himself away from me, and panic rushed through me.
“Sorry, sorry,” I hurried to apologize. “I’m not rushing you.”
Well, trying not to.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands caressing up and down the outside of my thighs. I flushed at his praise, and at the fact his gaze was nowhere near my eyes. “Because you’re not something that should be rushed. Ever .”
The conviction in the tone of his voice had me swallowing around the emotion clogging up my throat. Josh made me feel like the most precious thing in the world. Better yet, he had me believing it.
“Now let me enjoy you properly.”
With that he dove down, finally giving me what I desperately wanted.
All my breath left me in a whoosh as his tongue licked a line up my slit, stopping to expertly circle around my clit.
My thighs twitched around his shoulders, so broad they kept me spread for him.
I burrowed my head back into the blankets, writhing, my hands seeking purchase as he overloaded me with pleasure he’d been teasing me with all day.
I was all cut off moans and half-formed pleas, my mind unable to form a single thought beyond what his mouth was doing to me. Josh groaned, as if the sounds falling from my lips were torturing him.
Josh knew what I liked, alternating between sucking gently and laving at my clit with the flat of his tongue.
He’d learned quickly that I didn’t like too much pressure at first, so he started off slow, working me until my hips were hitching up to seek more .
Only then did he press down harder, his face all but smothered between my legs.
I’d be worried about his ability to breathe, but I honestly couldn’t find myself to care right now.
He just better not pass out before I manage to come.
I was right there, creeping closer to the glorious edge that would drop me off into beautiful euphoric oblivion.
One of his hands left where they were kneading my hips to tease at my opening, running up and down until his finger slipped easily inside.
At this point I was so slick with my need for him I imagined he could have easily moved on to three, but if Josh was anything he was conscious of not hurting me.
Hence us going as slow as molasses when all I wanted him to do was hold me down and take me .
“More,” I pleaded. “I can take mo—” His finger crooked and my words cut off abruptly into a gasp as pleasure spread throughout my body like liquid heat.
He chuckled against me as I lost the ability to speak, the hum of his laughter adding to the pleasure his tongue was bestowing on me.
I barely registered the loss of his finger as it slid out before he was back pressing two into me, still not enough, but I’d take it. I rolled my hips down onto them, chasing the mounting sensation with each curl of his fingers, hoping he would get with the picture and speed up.
A large hand pressed down on my stomach, stilling my undulating hips.
Pressure grew behind my belly button as he continued to move his fingers oh-so-slowly.
It was nearly unbearable, almost too much to be pleasurable, yet I didn’t want him to stop.
Not one bit. I exhaled through my nose and squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the bite of my teeth into my bottom lip as he continued to assault that spot inside me with the pad of his fingers.
“Look at me,” he demanded. When my eyes fluttered open to meet his, he continued. “I want you dripping , all nice and loose for me.”
“I thought it was better if I was”— he drew a whimper from me as his thumb stroked over my clit— “tight.”
His smirk answered me, as if he knew something I didn’t.
“Oh, you’ll still be tight for me, baby.
” He spread his fingers and leaned down to tongue between them.
The move had my skin tingling and my stomach tightening, feeling both full and hollow as he speared me open with his tongue.
“But I’m not going to hurt you. So let me take my time prepping you, especially since it’s your first time. ”
I wanted to argue, but the fight was slowly leaving me, replacing it with toe curling pleasure. To be honest, my fight had all but left me since that night in the barn, when he kissed me.
“Which, speaking of,” he reared back up so he could look at me with a questioning glint in his eyes, “why is that?”
I was shaking at this point, from his hand that had me pinned and his fingers that had all but stilled inside me except for the small, steady pulses against my g-spot with every curling upstroke. “Why’s what?” I managed to get out.
“Why are you still a virgin?”
If he was anyone else, I’d be offended, but he wasn’t anyone else and right now all I could think to be was exasperated that he wanted to talk right now.
My mind was fuzzy, inundated with desire and agitated by his denial to pick up the pace.
I wasn’t up for his questioning, unsure if I could even form an intelligible answer right now, but maybe if I did, he’d get back on track.
“Been busy.” There, he had his answer. Two words, however breathless they sounded, but they still counted.