Joshua Healy (The Mitchell/Healy Family #10)(18)
I bite down on my lip and come to the realization that there’s no way I can ask him to stop. I want him, every single bit of what he has to offer. He’s a distraction from my terrible life, and like it or not, I need him.
“Then why don’t you get back down there and do it again.”
He snarls. “My pleasure.” He starts, only to stop and say one more thing. “Don’t fall asleep on me. The best is yet to come, beautiful,” he whispers while dragging his lips over my wet * until I crumble again.
The next time Josh’s body slips up, he’s shoving his boxers off his legs. I place both hands on either side of his face and pull him into a kiss, while he focuses on being inside of me. He’s slow, steady watching me as he fills my tight walls. I hold my breath until he’s as far as it can go, then exhale before his lips crash over mine again.
Josh is a great kisser. His tongue is always soft and slow. After a few minutes he flips us around so that I’m able to ride him. I sit up straight and catch him taking me in. My long blonde hair falls down covering my breasts, so he shoves it off each shoulder for a better view. I bring his hands up so they’re cupping my nipples as I begin rocking back and forth. I start with a good rhythm, but immediately begin to feel another orgasm hitting me, so I go with it. He’s helping me go faster by grabbing onto my hips. I’m grinding against him, skin on skin, feeling my own release trickling down as we go at it. My cries are matched by his own moans. Sweat begins to form over my skin, as well as his. I’m determined to keep at it, no matter if my thighs ache and I’m panting for a break. Josh cups my ass cheeks. I can feel his fingernails digging into my skin, and can tell from the look on his face that he’s about to explode. In that instant I’m caught off guard by another bout of my own ecstasy. I’m whimpering against his chest when he kisses me on top of my head. “You okay?” His fingers tickle my back when he continues. “With this, I mean?”
I close my eyes, refusing to come down from the high to consider this could be a terrible idea. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“Good. Get some sleep, beautiful.”
“What about you?” I manage to ask.
“You helped.”
It’s nice to feel like I’ve done something right for a change, especially when I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out what I did to warrant my boyfriend to cheat on me.
A rumbling snore awakens me. My cheek is stuck to his chest as I attempt to sit up. Suddenly realizing where I am, and who I’m lying on top of, I smile. It only takes me a few seconds to realize he’s still inside of me, semi-erect. The thought of it sends quakes to the inner walls of my channel, causing me to slowly start moving again. I brush my lips over his, feeling him stir as I do it. His eyes flicker open, a smile forming across his handsome face. “Well hello to you too.”
I keep moving, sitting up with my back sort of arched to give him a better angle to watch. He puts one arm behind his back and lets me do all the work this time. I sway my hips around, dually pleasuring us both simultaneously. He’s groaning and focused, but stops me abruptly. “Flip over.”
“Huh?” I wonder if I’m boring him.
“My turn.” He slaps on my ass and helps me get into the new position, with my butt in the air and my face against the mattress. He wastes no time entering me while he teases my rear entrance with his thumb. I’m crying out against the white sheets when I feel the pressure of it penetrating my hole. My * quakes as waves of delightful bliss rip through my core, continuously while he pumps into me again and again.
A little later we’re famished. I have no idea of the time, and I don’t care. That’s how being with Josh is. If I could live like this every day there would be no need for coping with the loss of my previous relationship, yet I know this isn’t the answer. It’s a temporary solution, and just like every good thing in the world, it won’t last.
Josh and I adjust in the bed.
He suggests we order a pizza. He even goes down to the lobby to meet the delivery man and pay for it. While he’s gone, I hurry into the bathroom and quickly shower, cleaning every orifice the best I’m able to. When he returns, he sees what I’ve done and shakes his head. “I would have been up for a shower if you’d only asked.”
“Sorry. I wanted to freshen up, in case you wanted to, well you know.”
He tosses the pizza box on the bed and takes my hand. “I think you’re starting to like me, Tamsyn. It’s a terrible idea.” When he says it he looks away, as if he can’t stand to see the look of disappointment in my eyes.
I challenge him. “What are you afraid of, Josh? Does it bother you that you came to me this time?”
“It’s not that. You’re the type of woman who expects more than I’m capable of giving.”
“I’m not looking for a relationship. You’re the one who wanted to see me again.”
“True.” He finally looks at me again, those green eyes making me wish I wasn’t standing in a towel wondering if this is the end of our encounter.
“I played hard to get because the idea of wanting another man terrified me. I wasn’t looking for whatever this is, but I also never thought I’d sleep with someone I barely knew. You’re here. You came to me. I obviously have something you want. Maybe I’m selfish for using you to deal with what I’m going through. Maybe you’re using me to fill some sexual void. I don’t care.” I feel empowered, as if this epiphany has provided me with the power to overcome any obstacle standing in my way of happiness.