CHAPTER 15 #4
"Oh... fuck," Joshua gasped, his hands reaching up to grip my waist.
I didn't just ride him—I put on a show. I began grinding my hips in slow, deep, circular motions, frictioning my clit directly against his pubic bone.
Then I picked up the pace, lifting my body up and down his shaft, twerking my ass on his dick while my bare breasts bounced wildly in front of his face.
"Look at you..." Joshua rasped out, his hands moving up to cup my heavy breasts, squeezing them as I rode him like a champion. "You are incredible, Ciara... so fucking beautiful."
I leaned down, kissing him deeply while my lower body kept a furious, grinding rhythm on his cock. Joshua began thrusting upward from the bed, meeting every drop of my weight with powerful, lifting pumps of his hips.
The pleasure built to an unbearable, explosive peak. I felt his body suddenly go completely rigid beneath me. His hands clamped onto my hips with unbelievable strength, pinning me down tight against his pelvis.
"Ciara... I'm coming!" he roared out, his voice echoing off the high wooden rafters of the bedroom.
He thrust upward one last, deep, final time, and I felt his massive shaft throb violently inside me.
Wave after wave of scalding hot, thick cum erupted deep into the very back of my pussy, flooding my canal until it was overflowing out the sides.
I screamed out, catching my own second wind, as my inner walls clamped down on his ejaculating dick, riding out our joint, glorious climax together.
We collapsed against each other, completely spent, our sweaty skin pressed flat, our heavy breathing the only sound filling the romantic sanctuary of the room.
I buried my face into his neck, kissing his collarbone, breathing in his scent. "Joshua..." I whispered, panting softly. "That was... without a doubt... the best sex of my entire life."
Joshua let out a low, satisfied chuckle, his broad arm wrapping tightly around my back, pulling me close to his side. "I have to agree, Miss Ciara. You are utterly dangerous."
***
An hour later, the room was wrapped in a serene, magical quiet.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom provided an unobstructed view of the night sky. A brilliant, silvery full moon hung high above the mountains, casting a sparkling ribbon of pure, luminous light across the dark, still surface of the lake outside.
Joshua had briefly stepped downstairs to clean our abandoned plates and put the food away. When he returned, he was holding a chilled bottle of fine Cabernet Sauvignon and two crystal wine glasses.
He popped the cork with a soft, satisfying CLINK, pouring two rich, dark red glasses. He slid back into the big bed, pulling the soft white duvet over our bare legs, and handed a glass to me.
I took a sip, the deep, oaky flavor of the wine warming my throat, before leaning my head against his bare shoulder.
"Look at that water, Joshua," I murmured, staring out at the moonlit lake. "It looks like liquid silver."
"It’s peaceful," he agreed, setting his glass on the nightstand and wrapping his arm around me. "This is what life is supposed to feel like. No chaos. No fear."
I turned my head, looking up at his sharp, handsome profile in the dim moonlight. The dark shadows of our past—Morgan’s violence, the city drama, the terrifying moments that had led us here—seemed to evaporate completely under the weight of his presence.
"I love you, Joshua," I said quietly, my voice devoid of any playfulness, filled only with absolute, unshielded truth. "I’ve never felt safer with anyone in my life. You brought me back to myself when I was ready to lose my mind."
Joshua turned to look at me, his light eyes shimmering with an emotion so deep, so intense, it made my heart flutter in my chest. He reached out, his thumb gently tracing the smooth skin of my cheek where the bruise used to be.
"I love you more, Ciara Long," he whispered, his voice rich and steady. "You didn't just come into my life... you rescued me from a very dark, quiet place. I will spend the rest of my days making sure you are protected, cherished, and loved."
He took my wine glass, setting it beside his on the table, and pulled me down into the soft mattress.
There was no feverish urgency this time. No frantic tearing of clothes or noisy, aggressive banter.
Joshua gathered me into his arms, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was slow, sweet, and overwhelmingly tender.
He slid his thick length back inside my well-rested, sensitive walls, and we made love a second time under the pale moonlight—a slow, rhythmic, deeply emotional union that felt less like physical desire and more like two souls locking permanently into place.
Afterward, wrapped securely in his massive arms, my head resting against the strong, steady beat of his heart, I closed my eyes.
Listening to the distant, rhythmic hum of the mountain wind rustling through the pines outside, I drifted off into the deepest, most peaceful slumber I had known in years, completely safe in the arms of the man I loved.