Breathe In (Just Breathe, #1)(176)

About to turn to face him, I immediately stop when Joe’s lips reach my shoulder. Inch by inch, Joe’s mouth travels across my skin as his left hand slides over my chest. He guides me a step back further into him so my feet are no longer trapped by the dress. When his mouth meets mine again, I spin to face him.

Wanting to feel his naked chest on mine, my fingers frantically undo his vest first. As Joe shrugs out of it, I proceed to his shirt. As I’m halfway down his dress shirt, I can’t help but to complain, barely moving my mouth from his. “You have too many layers.”

Joe chuckles at my announcement.

As Joe’s hands get caught in the cuffs, I set my sights on his belt and pants. Just as his pants hit the ground, Joe clutches my ass and lifts me, delivering us both to the bed. His mouth fondles my neck from one side to the other before he ventures down to my breasts. He sucks and licks each nipple with precision, causing my lips to dampen more. I thrust my hips against him, hoping he takes the hint. Licking and nipping at my stomach, Joe deliberately teases me, making sure he covers every inch of my body before giving me what I want — what I need.

I groan when Joe’s mouth avoids my sex on purpose. Our eyes meet and I watch him grab the garter with his teeth. Little by little, Joe tugs the garter down my leg, stopping just above my knee. My hands fondle my breasts in anticipation. Joe taunts me as he creeps his fingers to the garter, and gradually releases it from my leg. Continuing his erotic torment, Joe proceeds to kiss and lick up my leg, bouncing from one thigh to the other until he delivers a single long kiss over my underwear, on my sex. I squeeze my nipples, desperate for him to taste me.


In a single, quick movement, Joe literally rips my lace thong away from my body, as if he can no longer take his own kinky torture. “I’ll buy you another pair,” he offers sweetly before his tongue licks up the slit of my folds.

“It’s . . . okay,” I moan with pleasure from his touch.

“No . . .” he objects, keeping his skin to mine. “I really liked that pair.” His mouth devours my entire sex.

My back arches, thrusting my hips into his face as I gasp, overwhelmed by his manipulation of my body.

“I’ll buy you at least one pair . . . .” His mouth eagerly delivers another round of pleasure to my clit. “Maybe a couple . . . so I can rip them off again . . .” he suggests, sliding a finger or two inside my wet, eager cave.

Another sharp gasp escapes my mouth. “Mmmmmm . . . hmmmm . . .” I agree, not wanting him to stop.

Joe continues to pulse his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out, as his tongue seduces my clitoris. I can feel myself on the cusp of climax.

“More . . .” I beg on a breath out. “More.”

“More what?” he searches.

“You . . . your . . . fingers . . . ” I barely mutter. “Yes . . .” I confirm as I feel more of him deep inside me and my fingers squeeze into the sheets below me. “God . . . yes!”

Like a roller coaster, my body is on a constant uphill climb on the verge of the peak. Joe’s hand slightly moves, striking the very spot I need for the roller coaster to be let loose on the tracks.

“Right . . . there . . . ” I instruct, wanting to cum all over his fingers.

“Here?” he checks hitting the spot again.

“Yes . . . !” I moan. “I’m . . . going . . . to . . . .”

After several more thrusts of his hand, I beg, “Harder . . . .”

He complies instantly.

“Yes . . . mmmmm . . . mmmmm . . .” my voice whimpers as I get closer.

My left hand grabs the back of his head a few seconds before the sweet release washes over me, drenching his fingers, as I grind my hips into his face. “Don’t stop . . .” I command, wanting it to last, convulsing as if I was getting shock therapy.

My body continues to shake as Joe licks his fingers and moves up my body. I moan my protest when I see that he’s licked his fingers clean. Taking his face with my hands, my tongue seeks the flavor of my cum in his mouth.

A sudden urge, perhaps need, rushes through me. I roll over, placing Joe underneath of me. Once I’m sure I’ve gotten all of me from his mouth, my lips begin their exploration of his body. Joe moans when I kiss and nip at his neck, fisting his hands in my hair. Then, I taste his sweaty chest and bite his nipples, getting him back for the exquisite torture he gave to me.

As my lips round his stomach, Joe protests. “No . . . .”

“Why?” I search as I taunt him further with my lips slipping down his body.

“It’s been a while,” he informs me trying to sit up.

I force him back down. “So . . . all the more reason,” I grin. My mouth rounds the ridges of his hip bones.

Joe tries to sit up as my fingers curl into the edges of his boxer briefs to release his erection. Before he gets all the way up, my mouth consumes his penis from tip to base.

“Fuuuuuuckkkkk . . .” Joe exhales, flopping down on the bed.

I hum with delight at rendering him both speechless and motionless as I continue my desired pursuit to make him cum just like he did with me. Sliding my mouth up and down, my tongue flicks along the seam of his hot, thick organ. Taking a quick break for some air, my mouth skillfully ravages his balls before it slides up in one single, fluid stroke to the tip of his head. Hearing him moan with satisfaction, I repeat licking him like an ice cream cone three more times before I inhale his erection back into my mouth.