Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(23)

“God, Emma,” Joe groans, confirming his release.

After several more deep, lingering thrusts, Joe and I lay panting. I can feel his arms shaking as he holds himself over me. We both groan disappointment when he pulls out. Hardly moving, Joe reaches and grabs a tissue from the nightstand, removes the condom and throws it in the trash. I roll to move out of his way to give him more room.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Joe professes, grabbing a hold of the back of my thighs.

I look over my shoulder, pleased to hear his intention.

Joe bends down and nips my exposed left butt cheek with his teeth and chuckles when I yelp. Crawling up my body, Joe’s hands find the zipper to my dress and pull it down. He rolls me over and I get to a kneeling position, allowing him easier access to take it off. My hands move to unbutton the rest of Joe’s shirt as he pulls the rest of the dress over my head.

Scooping me up by the waist after a deep kiss, Joe lowers me to the bed as he shrugs the rest of the way out of his pants. With our mouths locked, Joe and I proceed to remove his dress shirt and undershirt.

“Fuck me,” I instruct, needing more of him.

“I plan on it,” he wickedly confesses.

“Now,” I insist.

“Not yet,” he contends as his mouth ventures to my neck.

I groan in objection until I feel his fingers slide over my sex. My hips happily rock as he circles over my clitoris. With his mouth near mine, Joe continues to kiss me as he inserts his fingers into my wet cavern. My left hand fists into his hair and my right trails down the length of his body, taking hold of his shaft. Joe massages my mounds and sticks to one spot as my moaning increases, confirming the location that will bring on my next orgasm. My thumb circles a spot along the seam of his penis, wanting to make him cum as well. Suddenly, Joe strikes the spot inside me in a slightly different way, causing my right hand to tighten around his cock and my climax to arrive. Moments into my release, I feel warm liquid drip over my hand.

Before Joe removes is fingers from my body, I lap up his cum. Joe sucks my juice from his fingers as my hand searches for the remainder of his liquid that dripped onto my belly. Our mouths converge our sweet and salty flavors into one glorious feast.

I reach to get his pants, desperate to have his cock inside me again. My mouth tears the next wrapper and before I get a chance, Joe has the condom halfway down his penis — I grunt my disapproval. Joe quickly makes up for my disappointment when his mouth begins to explore my sex. He swirls his tongue on and around my clitoris, but doesn’t grant me the pleasure of orgasm. Instead, Joe climbs over me and gracefully slides himself in.

With slow, rhythmic strokes, Joe takes his time. As eager for an orgasm as I am, my body revels in the slow, tantalizing rocking. Each mound inside me is so sensitive that I am thoroughly enjoying the constant stimulation without the immediate release.

“Mmmmm . . .” he moans after break our lips apart from a kiss. “God . . . You feel so good.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” I concur.

I wrap my legs over and around his as he takes hold of the nape of my neck. Joe keeps his eyes on me and they never seem to waiver when mine roll into the back of my head several times. Instinctually, my hips shift, my back arches and my hands grip his biceps as I feel the euphoria building inside.

Suddenly, the orgasm takes over my body, catapulting me into a dazzling sensation that I have only felt two other times during sex — administered by Joe, of course. My lungs memorably burn just like they did last time as oxygen is temporarily restricted. As I breathe in a fresh batch of air, another orgasm rips through with ease. When my own gasping from pleasure subsides, I hear the remnants of Joe’s release in my ear.

We lay still — basking in the glow of pure fulfillment and contentedness. Our mouths sweetly dance on and around each other’s, wanting the moment to last for as long as it can.

At some point, Joe slips out of me and rolls to the side. He sweeps my leg up and over his hip, resting it there before he gently places his hand upon my cheek.

“God, your beautiful,” he says with an admiring tone.

I desperately fight the urge, but cannot hide my grin and the reddening that is blossoming on my face.

“You are,” he warmly confirms. “All of you.” He softly takes my mouth with his.

“Thanks,” I mutter, keeping my lips to his.

We lay naked, with our bodies wrapped around each other for a long time. Sadie joins us on the bed at some point, but she gives us space by taking the opposite corner of Joe’s king-sized mattress.

“Will you stay tonight?” Joe pleas.

“No,” I object.

He doesn’t ask again, but the disappoint is noticeable on his face.

“I’ll stay for a little while,” I confess.

A small smile bursts onto Joe’s face. He quickly gets up and heads to his closet. Joe returns with something in his hand and tosses one of the articles of clothing in my direction. “Here,” he says.

I catch the garment and watch him. Joe shrugs his boxer briefs back on and then puts on the shirt he got for himself from the closet. I follow suit, getting my lace underwear out of his pants pocket and toss on the tee shirt he offered.

“Want some dessert?” Joe asks.

“I thought we just had some,” I tease.

“We can have more later, if . . . .”

“If what?” I search.