Chapter 13 #2
Yes, it has, but his words are just making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.
His hands pause on my waist. “Right?” he presses. “No one’s worshipped you correctly in a long time?”
I drag in a shaky breath. “No.”
“So you’re going to let me eat your sweet pussy right here against the wall in the hallway where you’ll think about it every time you walk past this spot. Right?”
Holy…
I swallow hard.
“Need to hear another, ‘yes, Josh’, here.”
“Yes, Josh,” I manage somehow without any air in my lungs.
He unbuttons and unzips my jeans and starts tugging them over my hips, dropping to his knees in front of me as he does it.
For some reason, despite what he said, this is the first time it really sinks in what he means.
“Wait,” I say.
He looks up, his fingers tucked in the top of my jeans, jeans at my knees, him at eye level with the front of my panties.
They do not match my bra. I buy pretty bras from time to time, but I don’t usually buy bras and panty sets.
Most of my panties are pretty basic. They’re high cut on the legs, but they do go up over my stomach.
I get them in a variety of colors—these are peach—but all are basic cotton.
I’m not sure I’m ready for Josh. Or maybe even any younger man.
I’m sure he has seen better bodies than mine.
Younger bodies, bodies that haven’t had children yet.
I’m not self-conscious about my body, and I’m not embarrassed to be naked with him.
I’m just not sure that this is going to be what he thinks it’s going to be.
He told me himself he’s never dated a single mom before.
“The hot, strong fireman can definitely put me up against the wall, right?” I ask, thinking I can have him skip this whole oral sex thing and we can just go straight to the good stuff.
I don’t need a lot of extra attention. And I probably don’t need a lot of foreplay. It’s been a while. I’m very ready.
He studies me from on his knees. “I could definitely do that. If that’s what you want, that is what we’ll do,” he says.
I feel a little wave of relief. Followed by just a twinge of disappointment.
I have never been with a guy who loved going down on women, and I’ve definitely never been with one who was good at it. I have no idea if Josh would be good at it, but for some reason, I think I wouldn’t mind finding out.
But I brush that off. Sex. That’s all I need here.
I am pretty sure he’s going to be good at that.
He’s gorgeous, turns me on with just a smile, has a great body, and again, that five years between us could definitely make a difference here.
The last guy I dated that I got naked with was actually seven years older than me.
Which was great. He also had some relationship baggage and was used to real women’s bodies. None of that fazed him.
But he was just good in bed. Not great. Not amazing. And beyond that there wasn’t much reason for us to stay in a relationship.
“I would like that,” I tell him. Being put up against the wall by those muscles? Yeah. That’s something I would replay in my mind with my vibrator in the future.
“Okay. After.” He continues tugging on my jeans.
“What?” I ask, instinctively lifting a foot so that he can slide one pant leg off my leg.
“After I give this pussy some special attention,” he says.
Again, his dirty bluntness hits me in the gut with an explosion of heat that quickly spreads out and down.
“Oh,” is all I can manage.
He looks up at me as he slides my other pant leg off, tossing my jeans away.
“How long has it been?” he asks.
“For sex? A long time.”
It’s been a long time for sex, but even longer for a man’s mouth to be even where Josh’s is right now.
“How about since you had an orgasm that wasn’t battery powered?”
I grin in spite of my nerves. “Really long. You’re in nearly virgin territory here.”
He lifts a brow.
“Not really,” I say. “Obviously.”
“You’ve had orgasms, though? From men?” He almost seems concerned.
“Yes. But not every time, so it’s been longer for that than for sex.”
He mutters something that I don’t quite make out. “But it’s been a long time for you too, right?” I ask.
I can’t forget that Ami told me about how he didn’t even really flirt with women as far as she knew.
“Yes,” he says with a huffed chuckle. “So please tell me that you’re going to let me do this.”
Is he actually begging me, literally on his knees, to let him go down on me?
I think quickly. “Maybe I should take a quick shower,” I blurt out.
His eyebrows lift, but he slides his hands up my outer thighs, and I am so glad that I shaved this morning.
“If that’s what you want to do, I’ll wait.” His hands slide back to cup my ass and hold me as he leans in and presses his nose against the front of my panties, inhaling deeply. “I want you to be comfortable. I want you to be able to fully relax and enjoy. But you do not need to shower for my sake.”
My entire body feels like it’s melting against the wall. Having his hands on me, his dirty words, honestly just being with him like this, and having him want this is enough to send electrified sparks up and down my body over every nerve ending.
“Just…”
He presses a kiss to the front of my panties, then looks up at me. “I get it. It’s been a long time. It’s hard to be intimate with people after you’ve been disappointed, or hurt, or even just gotten comfortable without it.”
I nod. How can this young, hot guy, who could probably go out with just about any woman he meets, understand that?
“Are you sure you want this?” I ask.
“If we sleep together, if I fuck you well and make you mine this way, will you get clingy? Catch feelings? Want to see if this can turn into a real relationship?” he asks.
I decide to be honest. “Yes, very likely.”
A pleased look crosses his face. “Then yes, I’m very sure I want to do this.”
Dirty and romantic? I mean, sign me up.
“Okay,” I tell him, taking a deep breath. “Just don’t be surprised when this takes about ten seconds.”
He chuckles and lifts his hands, hooking his thumbs in the top of my panties.
“I don’t care how long it takes or what happens, I just want you to let go. Enjoy this. Let me figure out exactly how to make you crazy. I want every piece of you. But I will take them as slowly or as quickly as you wanna give them to me.”
“Be careful how you talk to me,” I tell him. “You might find yourself tied to my bed and me not letting you go in the morning.”
He slides my panties down my legs, and I lift my feet so that he can get rid of them.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he says.
He’s now running his hands up and down the back of my legs, staring at my pussy.
“Who says I don’t intend to keep it?” I ask breathlessly.
“Muriel,” he says. “She’ll hunt you down if I don’t show up at the next challenge.”
I laugh and thread my fingers through his hair. “You’ve got a point. She’s terrifying.”
“But I promise that whatever happens here that would prompt you to tie me up and keep me forever, I will happily do you over and over again. No bondage required.” He pauses, then grins. “I mean no non-consensual bondage.”
I laugh even as my breath feels trapped in my lungs. I pull my fingers through his hair. “We can save the restraints for another time.”
He leans in and kisses my stomach. “I like you so fucking much, Danger.”
“Same,” I tell him softly.
He looks up at me, his lips still against my stomach. “Can I have you right here, now? Can I remind you what it feels like to have your pussy worshiped?”
I give a choked laugh. “I’m not sure that’s ever happened, so nothing to remind me of.”
Something flares in his eyes. “Then we are most definitely going to do that.”
He kisses my stomach again, then kisses across to one of my hip bones. He gives me a little nip.
My lower stomach and pussy are already clenching. I force myself to breathe, or I’m going to pass out.
“Take your bra off for me,” he says against my hipbone before he starts kissing a path down the crease of my hip to my inner thigh.
I reach up and fumble around with the hooks of my bra, my fingers suddenly clumsy. I finally get it undone and toss it to the floor. His face is hovering right in front of my clit, but he looks up, taking me in.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says roughly.
His hand slides back to cup my ass. “Do you like having your nipples played with?”
I swallow hard and can only nod.
“Then do it. Make yourself feel good.”
I cup my breasts, kneading gently at first, but then, confidence, and yes, a surge of lust, hits me.
I run my thumbs over my stiff nipples, feeling hot desire twist through me.
He’s watching me intently, and his gaze empowers me.
I take one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it the way I like, sending arrows of heat straight to my clit.
“That’s it,” he praises in a gruff voice. “That’s my girl.”
Oh hell, that helps too. His girl? We’ve known each other for a day. But being here with him like this feels so natural. I pluck at my nipple again and squeeze the other side.
My pussy responds as usual.
“Keep going,” he says. Then he leans in and, with just the tip of his tongue, teases over my clit.
“Oh God,” I moan.
“Lots more of that,” he says.
His next lick is firmer and longer, and my head thunks back against the wall.
He takes that as a sign of encouragement, which he should.
One hand slides to the back of my thigh, and he lifts my leg, hooking it over his shoulder and spreading me open.
Holy crap. I am spread wide, fully exposed, and now all I can think is get your mouth on me now.
It’s like he can read my thoughts. He leans in, giving me a long, firm lick from slit to clit. He teases my clit with his tongue for a few seconds, circling and pressing, then he sucks. Gently at first, then with more pressure.
I almost forgot what I’m doing with my breasts. I squeeze my nipple, and my pussy clenches. All of this already has an orgasm coiling.
I am used to this not taking long. I turn my vibrator to setting three and don’t have to worry about it being a long, drawn-out thing.
I don’t know if my body is just primed that way now or if this man is just really that skilled with his tongue.
Either way, I’m really happy right now. I’ve lost all self-consciousness and any thoughts that good times need to be battery-powered.
Josh knows what he’s doing, and yeah, this is better than plastic.
His mouth is hot and wet, and in addition, he is making noises that make little bursts of fire spark throughout my veins.
“Yes,” he says against me. “You are fucking amazing. You’re so delicious. I could stay here all night.”
I love all of that, but he cannot stay there all night. Not like this. I need more.
So I decide to tell him that. He’s not the only one who can be straightforward and blunt about these things.
“That’s very nice,” I tell him, practically panting. “But I’m not gonna let you do that. I’m going to need you to fuck me at some point.”
He pauses as if I’ve surprised him, then he growls, the sound sending waves of lust through me.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, then slides two thick fingers into my pussy.
He doesn’t work up to it. He doesn’t gently press with one finger first. He pumps his fingers deep and then spreads them wide.
“Oh my God, Josh!” I gasp.
“I fucking love hearing my name like that,” he praises.
He sucks again and then curls his finger forward, finding that elusive spot that only one of my vibrators can hit.
And, okay, it took me more than ten seconds, but not much. My orgasm hits suddenly, not taking me up and over the rise steadily like happens with my vibrator, but all at once like a bomb detonating.
I grip his hair and squeeze my thighs together. Or I try to. But he’s there, not letting me go, not letting up on the pressure.
He continues sucking and stroking, keeps the orgasm going for several long, delicious moments.
Finally, I slump back against the wall, and he eases his fingers out, sliding them into his mouth, and looks up at me.
I look down at him, kneeling before me, having just made me feel better than I have felt in probably years.
“Thank you,” I say. Stupidly.
He grins around his fingers as he slides them free. “See? You are definitely dangerous.”
I have a hand on my rapidly rising and falling chest. “Me?” I ask. “Right now, I would sign over my house to you, give you all the money in my bank account, and probably promise to bankroll a tropical vacation for you.”
He grins and slides my leg off his shoulder, setting my foot on the floor. Then he slowly rises until our mouths are only a centimeter apart. “You are dangerous to everything I’ve known. I am addicted to you. And I can’t see myself going back to a life where I’m not seeing you on a regular basis.”
He’s intense. This is going fast. He jumps all in all at once. He’s warned me about this.
But I can’t help it, I really fucking like that.
“Okay, fine, I’ll bankroll two tropical vacations.”
He chuckles. “All I need is for you to take me into your bedroom and for you to lie back on your bed and spread these pretty legs wide for me.”