Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(14)

Joe’s fingers tighten into my ass as his thrusts become more forceful. My right hand grips the top of the fridge as Joe’s desired outcome creeps up in my body.

“Don’t . . .stop . . .” I pant.

“Emma,” Joe grunts into my neck as we both cum.

When our breathing slows, Joe gently removes himself and lowers my feet to the floor. My legs shake a little from the titillating rush. Joe reaches for a napkin to toss the used condom in the trash. He kicks off his shoes, takes off his socks and grabs another condom from his pants pocket before scooping me up and carrying me to my bed.

Joe quickly sandwiches my body, not giving me a chance to take the lead. As if he just took the pent up edge off with the first orgasm, Joe explores my mouth and gradually works his way down my body to my vagina.

“Time for dessert,” he announces with his sexy voice.

With a slow, lengthy lick, Joe’s tongue strokes up from the edge of my taint to the top crease of my sex. Slithering like a snake, his tongue swirls around my clitoris. My left hand slides down to grip Joe’s hair as he continues his sinfully delicious pursuit of my sex, making me wetter with each lash of his tongue. I pinch my right nipple after feeling Joe trace the outside of my cave with a finger or two.

“Yes . . .” I moan in anticipation.

I can feel a muscle inside my walls clamp down eager to be touched.

Joe’s fingers caress my mounds, as if he’s searching for the right spot while his mouth continues to tease my nub. My hand tightens in his hair and my hips grind along his face as the momentum builds quickly inside of me. I groan my disapproval when Joe denies me climax by removing his mouth. Keeping his fingers pulsing inside me, he shifts the rest of his body up to suck my left nipple. After targeting my neck, Joe offers his mouth to mine, allowing me to taste myself.


“Please,” I beg.

“Mmmm . . .” Joe hums.

“Pleeeaassse . . .” I whimper despite my appreciation for the delectable agony of his denial.

“Please what?” He pretends like he doesn’t know.

“Please . . . I want . . . to cum,” I admit in-between moans.

Joe flickers his fingers, pausing on occasion, driving me crazy.

“Do you want me?” he searches with a wicked grin.

“Mmmmm . . .” I groan when his fingers stop pulsing.

“Do you want me?” he questions a little more sternly.

His authoritative tone is surprisingly turning me on.

“Yes . . .” I whimper.

“Say it,” he commands.

“No . . .” I object.

“If you want to cum, you need to say it.” He wiggles his fingers inside me and then stops again.

“Mmmmmm . . .” I groan when his fingers stop fluttering. “I . . . want . . . you . . .” I utter each word each time his fingers don’t move.

The next thing I know, Joe’s mouth is sucking my clitoris and his fingers continue to fondle my vagina.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck . . .” I barely mumble as I gasp for air when the orgasm sweeps through my body like a tidal wave. My back arches up as I yank his head hard into my sex and my pelvis rocks into his face.

Before I get the chance to catch my breath, Joe fills me with his cock. As if unable to wait, he immediately begins to thrust inside of me.

“Fuck me,” I plea, revealing my need.

“Not yet,” he sweetly objects.

“Please . . .” I whine when his lips temporarily break free from mine.

“Not yet,” he counters.

Desperate for another orgasm, I offer into his ear, “I want you.”

I can feel Joe’s lips turn into a smile on my neck.

After two, long, deep thrusts, Joe comments, “Soon . . . I promise.”

My hands journey down his back, grazing his skin firmly with my nails before my fingers tighten into his ass. I jerk on his body, trying to get him to drive into me harder and faster. My back arches and my hands release his flesh as he gives me what I want. Suddenly, Joe’s pace slows, and before I can get my hands back to his rear, he laces each of his with mine and shifts them to the sides of my head. He laughs when I grunt in protest.

I firmly sink my teeth into his shoulder, hoping that it will coax him to comply. Joe returns the favor to my neck and my eyes flutter as my fingers tighten into his. He nips me again, causing my pelvis to arch which allows him to strike a sensitive spot. I keep my hips up, throwing them into his oncoming thrusts as best I can. I’m just barely on the verge of cumming, but denied each time.

“Fuck me,” I plea. “Please.”

Joe’s pace doesn’t alter.

“Please . . . I want you . . . I want you to f*ck me . . .” I declare with desperation.

Two seconds later, Joe’s hips pummel into me with the exact force and speed my body needs, causing an orgasm to rip through me.

“Jooooooe . . .” I moan on my first breath out.

When I come to my senses, I glower at him for making me beg and wait. Joe chuckles as he flips us over putting me on top. I sway my hips over his shaft before I’m able to balance to a full sitting position, aware that he’s still hard and I’m the only one who came.

Joe takes hold of my waist and pushes up into me. I can feel his desire to cum as his penis stiffens. Confident that I can render him temporarily comatose with an orgasm, a thought that pops into my head fuels me to assist him. I shift my legs under me, allowing the tip of his penis to strike another sensitive spot. In no time, we cum together.