Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(124)
“Three,” Joe hums into my neck. “You need more?”
“Yes,” I say, turning to face him.
“Tell me,” he instructs.
“I want you,” I state willingly.
“Do you need me?”
“Yes.”
“Say it,” he commands.
“I need you,” I answer.
Joe lifts me up, securing me against the wall and slides back inside. With slow, long, hard thrusts, Joe continues. “God, Emma, I love the way you feel wrapped around me.”
“Yes,” I pant.
Our bodies dance as one, getting lost in each other. Joe takes his time as if nothing else matters. When my orgasm surfaces, Joe fights to control his own release to make sure I finish before he allows his own. We stand entwined as we rinse off and then get dressed.
Joe tucks Sadie and me in bed, laying on top of the covers waiting for me to fall asleep. Exhaustion kicks in quickly — I vaguely remember Joe leaving, hearing him chuckle to my opposition of the removal of his body from mine.
Ninety Five
“Emma, wake up!” a voice calls.
My eyes open to a dark room, only lit by a dim light that is beyond a door. Two large, warm hands steady my face as I try to focus on who is with me.
“Is she okay?” a voice asks.
“She’ll be fine. She just needs a minute,” the other says. “Emma?”
“Yeah,” I reply, waking up enough to realize what happened. “I’m good.” I choke back my emotions, not wanting Jimmy and Allen to see me like this.
“Emma?” Jimmy questions.
“Yeah.”
“Can I ask what it was about?” Jimmy continues.
“The accident,” I offer.
“Oh,” he replies. “You okay?”
“I will be, thanks.”
“Joe’s got this,” Allen comments to Jimmy.
“If you need us, we’re just up there,” Jimmy instructs.
“Thanks,” I accept appreciatively.
Joe sits with Sadie and me until I’ve completely calmed down. “You good?”
“Yes,” I confirm.
I see the hesitation in Joe’s eyes, not that he doesn’t believe me, but because he doesn’t want to leave.
“I’ll be . . .” Joe starts.
“Stay?” I ask, not giving him a chance to finish.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
We get settled under the covers and my brain races through the images I just saw.
“It didn’t sound as bad,” Joe loosely comments.
“It wasn’t,” I verify.
“Good. Anything different?”
“Just the driver. It was a faint image of Dean,” I explain.
Joe doesn’t say anything, but I feel him nod. Our lips unite and my body craves him desperately.
I shift and pull him closer, pressing my groin into his. Joe’s body responds immediately, returning the gesture as his cock stiffens. His lips break from mine, tasting my neck before he nips my ear.
“I want you,” I profess.
“You sure?” he hums.
“Yes,” I pant.
“You’re going to have to be quiet,” he muses.
Biting my lip, I nod.
Joe groans eagerness as he lifts my shirt and licks my nipple. His mouth bounces back and forth between my breasts as I help to take off my tank top. With his tongue to my neck, Joe slithers his left hand down my body, teasing and tickling me as it dips down to my sex. My hips rock up to greet the warmth of his hand, wanting more pressure of his appendages over my sex. His fingers slip under my panties and play with my nub before exploring my wet cave. My mouth stays connected to his as my hips sway to the music he’s creating from penetrating me.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “You’re getting loud.”
“I’m . . . trying . . .” I moan.
“You’re going to need to do better if you want to cum,” he announces.
“I . . . can’t help it,” I confess.
“Why?”
“Because of what you do to me,” I whimper.
Joe laughs. “Do you like what I do to you?”
“Can’t you tell?” I moan.
“Yes,” he admits. “I just want to hear you say it.”
I bite my arm to stifle a groan from his fingers twitching inside me. “Now?” I ask.
“No,” he verifies.
“Good,” I whimper as the orgasm closes in on me.
Joe lowers his mouth to my clitoris which instantly provokes my release. I turn my head to the side, shoving my face into the pillow as I bite it to muffle the sounds. My left hand grips the back of Joe’s head, making sure he doesn’t move until I’ve completely finished.
Since his shirt is already off, Joe slips out of his shorts as my body finishes relishing in the lingering pleasure. He lays on top of me, sharing his mouth and caressing my skin with his touch. Joe takes his time, winding us both up before he finally enters me. Pulse after pulse, our bodies dance together. Joe laces our fingers together with my right hand while the other holds my chin. Our foreheads are pressed together, rocking with our movements unless our mouthes are united. My second orgasm gradually surfaces, remaining longer than the first.