Chapter 15 Annie
ANNIE
“Off, please.” I point to Josh’s boxer briefs.
His chest is bare, the light from the TV highlighting the hairs that cover the contours of his muscles.
He is gorgeous. His longish waves are messy, and I lean forward and smooth the hair back into place as I plant a kiss on his lips. “I can’t wait to taste you,” I tease.
Once his underwear is gone, I see his dick is already hard. “How do you want me?” he rasps.
I don’t know what to say to that. I want him every way. His body, his heart. I look into his face, the dark eyes intently staring at me. His lips are curled in a smile, and fully naked, he’s like my every wet dream come to life. Sexy, strong, protective.
For a moment, I remind myself that I hardly know this guy. But even as I think about it, I know it doesn’t matter. I’ve had one-night stands. I’ve had boyfriends.
No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Protected. Wanted. Desired. Desirable.
I’m not worried about how I look or if my nails are shaggy. I know he wants me, and the way I need him… It’s as real as anything I’ve ever felt. Whether it lasts a day or forever, I have no hesitation.
I want Josh.
I want tonight.
I want this.
And if it’s meant to last beyond the mess that is my life right now, then I’ll thank my lucky stars. I just can’t worry about the future when the only thing I trust right now is what my mind, heart, and body are telling me.
And my body is telling me to stop wasting time thinking about everything and start touching him.
I kneel between Josh’s legs. He closes his eyes as I slip my fingers around the base of his shaft.
His cock jerks, and I smile, lowering my face to blow soft kisses against the head.
He sucks in air and fists the blankets, and I feel brazen, wild.
I want him to watch me, to touch me. To fist my hair and help me take him in.
“Josh.” I whisper his name while I kiss his silken shaft.
“Mmmm,” he grunts.
“Save yourself for inside me.”
He nods, the movement soft and relaxed. And then I part my lips and drag the tip of my tongue along the veined underside of his cock. He hisses and sighs, his thick thigh muscles tensing. I watch him, my eyes open, as I draw the head of his cock between my lips.
Licking the length of him gives me a feeling of utter control. His thighs relax, his eyes close, and his hands weave through my hair.
“Baby,” he sighs. “Fuck. That’s so good.”
I roll my tongue from the base of him to the top, wetting his dick and stroking it in my closed palm.
Once the tip is wet, I lower myself closer, settling onto my belly on the bed, and I use my hand to stroke his erection back and forth against my nipple.
The tight skin is so sensitive, even the slight motion brings a rush of arousal between my legs.
Josh responds too, panting and cursing lightly under his breath.
“I want to take you deep,” I whisper.
I feel his fingers tighten in my hair, and I open wide then take as much of his length into my mouth as I can. I close my lips, swirl my tongue, and slowly pull my head back, tightening my lips against his shaft.
“Jesus, fuck,” he grits.
I take that as an invitation to continue. He gently nudges my head, and I draw him deeper. Again and again, I pull his length into my mouth, licking and sucking until I feel a slight pulse from his cock.
“Babe,” he warns, and I slowly pull my mouth away.
I fumble my fingers along the sheet until I feel the crinkle of the foil.
I tear open the condom, toss the wrapper, and ease the thin latex over his length.
He’s panting and his eyes are open, liquid fire watching my every move.
I kneel again, crawling up his legs until my pussy is centered over him.
I bend down so my face is level with his, and I meet his eyes.
“Hey,” he whispers.
“Hey back.”
Something passes between us then. Something soft and sweet. A touch of shyness, maybe on my part.
I lean forward and stroke his face. The beard that just a few minutes ago brought me to the edge and over. “Josh.” I whisper his name and lean forward. I touch my lips to his, not sure what to expect.
He kisses me back. But it’s not needy, voracious. His lips are soft, and his words thick with emotion.
“Annie,” he whispers, my name sounding so damn beautiful in the throaty rasp. “You’re fucking unbelievable. You’re perfect.”
I smile, shaking my head at the compliment. I’m far from perfect, but I know what he means. I think I feel the same thing he’s feeling. This. Us. That’s what’s unbelievable. The kind of perfect I’ve never felt before but have craved with my whole soul.
Whether this lasts forever or just until I’m out of danger, I’m in it. I’m his. And I believe he’s mine too.
I grin, ready to give to him exactly what he gave me. I settle over his cock, then lower myself until I feel the head nudge my wet opening.
The sensation sends sparks from my belly to my toes. The loving moment has passed, and I’m fully aroused again. Wanting my body to express things my heart isn’t ready to.
I clench my pussy around the tip of his erection and then lift myself up and off him.
I don’t settle deeper, but pull away, then I relax my muscles, slide down onto him, and tighten, milking just the head of his cock with my pussy.
Over and over, I slide just over the head and then back up, up and down until he’s thrashing beneath me.
“Fuck,” he bites out. His aroused curses send a flood of wetness to my core.
I run a hand along his chin and touch his parted lips.
I want to take my time, savor every moment of our first time.
The first time we’ll join our bodies and share something that will bind us.
Maybe even bind us for the long run. I want to enjoy every second, but more than anything, after everything that’s happened the last few days—the fear, the running, the uncertainty—I want to make this pleasure last. But I don’t think Josh can hold out for much longer.
He leans forward, plants his hands on my hips, and tilts his hips up.
I relax my legs and slide down until we are fully joined.
His length is all the way inside me, our bodies connected in pleasure that is so far beyond exquisite, it’s almost painful.
As I adjust to his length, I lean back just slightly, pivoting my weight until I feel pressure in the right spot.
“Baby, ride me hard,” he begs.
The space between us closes as he lowers his mouth to my breast. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks hard while I rock my hips against his.
He’s so deep inside me, every roll of my hips has his shaft sliding against my walls. The power of his mouth on my nipples would be enough to send me off into oblivion. The angle of his shaft while I ride puts pressure on my clit. I go boneless in seconds.
I close my eyes and ride his body, rocking and gentle until I find my pace, and then I go frantic, digging my toes into the mattress and clawing at his back as I chase our perfect high.
“Oh God. Oh my God.” I’m about to fall over the edge. I see the cliff coming, and I careen toward it, eyes closed, Josh’s teeth tearing at my nipple while my legs widen, and I toss my head back.
When the climax hits, it’s like a thousand spotlights are turned on behind my eyelids. I squint against the colors, crying out with the crest of every wave. I ride him until my thighs burn and my heart rate slows. I whimper his name as my head rolls forward, coming to rest against his shoulder.
“So fucking good,” he mumbles. “Good girl. Now give me that ass.”
I need his help to lift off his cock and lie on my belly.
I feel like my bones are made of jelly, and it’s the best feeling ever.
My pussy is hot and swollen, my nipples so raw, the pressure of the rough sheets bringing another wave of sensation over my body.
I flop my arms across the bed like a rag doll while Josh slips a pillow under my abdomen.
Then I feel the smack of his palm against my ass.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Your body… You’re goddamn perfect, Annie.”
Then I feel his palm come down on my cheek again.
Even as wrecked as I am, the sensation feels amazing.
I lie there and take it, accepting it, receiving every sensation he wants to give me.
He curls his fingers around my ass, and I don’t even have the strength to resist or tense up when I feel him spread my cheeks.
I wonder vaguely what he wants to do, if he’s going to do something there or just look, but I don’t have time to feel insecure. I feel the lightest touch of his fingertip circling my ass. I have never, ever been touched there, but I’ve always been curious about what it would feel like.
I don’t have time for emotions or reactions because all I feel is the lightest pressure, almost a tickle as he touches my asshole and spreads my cheeks farther.
“Someday soon, baby,” he tells me. “I’m going to make every inch of your body mine.”
I groan into the sheets, something that might be a word if I had the strength to shape the sound into actual syllables.
It’s yes, please, and more, all wound into a grunty thing that makes Josh laugh.
My ass is propped up slightly by the pillow, and I don’t even feel shy that he’s seeing my most private everything.
All I want is this.
I trust him.
I want him.
I am completely falling for him.
By the time I feel the head of his cock nudge my pussy, I’m wet again, or still… I don’t know and I don’t care.
He teases my lips a little like I teased him, entering me, then pulling out.
Going deeper, pulling back. I thought I was too wrung out to even use my legs, but turns out I’m wrong.
With Josh behind me, agonizing me with teasing little thrusts, I shove my hips back toward him, desperate to have him fill me again.
He obliges, thrusting slow, but this time pushing until he can’t go deeper. I feel him fill me so completely, I open my mouth and practically bite the sheets, humming his name and pressing my hips back to take him deeper than it seems possible to do.
He leans forward and grips my shoulders, then rockets his hips back and forth, using my shoulders for leverage.
My body is bouncing in time with his, the resistance his weight creates completely overpowering me.
I give in to every sensation and just feel him.
The rock-hard muscles of his legs between mine.
His strong hands. His cock. Our bodies move together in a powerful effort that sends me to the brink of another orgasm, but I won’t reach a third. I can’t.
I’m lost to so many feelings. Lost to this magnetic connection we have. His body riding mine, mine rocking with his.
“Annie, fuck,” he cries, thrusting so hard, I swear we’re moving the bed.
When he’s done, sweaty and breathless, he rolls to the side, shoves aside the pillow that was under my belly, and flops onto his back.
He peels the condom from his softening erection and rolls it tightly into a ball and sets it on the floor.
I imitate his flop, struggling to find the energy to roll to my back, but wanting to get closer to him.
He opens his arms, and somehow my limbs cooperate. I slam my cheek against his chest and huff a sigh.
“I brought more condoms.” I can barely form the words to remind him, but I mumble it against the heat of him, my eyes closed, my body happy.
Then I pass out, every inch of me falling into an exhausted, blissful sleep.