Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(25)

“I . . . don’t know,” I honestly admit, panting from his seduction.

Joe spins me to face him and laughs when I grunt my disapproval of his fingers no longer manipulating my body. He studies my face to better understand my reaction and I can feel the heat building in my cheeks.

The idea of being tied up scares me, mainly for the fact that I wouldn’t have control. I need control — but, the second time when we had sex, he entrapped my arms and I didn’t seem to mind. Do I want it? Can I handle it?

Joe guides me backward to the bed, stopping just at the edge. He sweetly kisses me with his hands cupping my face again. My hands lift, finding his hips and pulling him closer. Joe briefly peels his lips away and I nervously observe as he removes his shirt. Watching my eyes, Joe’s fingers dance across my skin as he lifts the edge of my shirt and removes it. My hands curl into Joe’s hair as he kisses my skin from my collar bone all the way down to the edges of my panties. With precision, Joe guides my underwear down as his mouth caresses my navel. When he stands back up, I notice that he’s completely naked too.

Softly placing his right hand on my waist, Joe leans to the left, reaching for another condom from the nightstand drawer. Without speaking, Joe directs me to wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up, delivering me to the bed on my back. I curiously watch him, trying to understand his intent.

With the condom on, Joe’s body hovers over mine. My legs graze his, desperate for as much contact as I can get. Joe bends down, offering his lips to mine, but prevents his chest and groin from touching me. As my hands cup his face and curl into his hair, Joe allows me to touch him for only a brief moment. He gently takes hold of my wrists, pinning them against the bed above my head with his right hand.

Instinctually, I tug, wanting to know the limits he’s giving me. Mixed emotions bubble inside, aware that my hands won’t budge.

Joe shifts his weight, lowering himself closer. With the softest, sincere expression, he delivers his mouth to mine, letting them stay connected for a long while. A gasp escapes my throat when I feel him breech my rim, pushing just the tip of his head in. Once all the way in, Joe’s thrusts are slow, long and deep.

Suddenly, he removes himself from my cave and an uncontrollable grunt of disapproval emanates from me. Before I get the chance to complain, I feel Joe’s left hand circling my nub.

“No,” I whine.

He slips several fingers in and my body shivers from the penetration. Back and forth his appendages manipulate my sex, heightening my arousal despite the fact that I yearn for his cock. He slips in at least another finger, giving a fuller sensation. My hips dance as he continues his pursuit.

I whimper frustration when Joe removes his hand from my sex — relief is so close upon me. When he offers his wet fingers to my mouth, I greedily take them, pressing me teeth into his skin firmly enough to make my frustrations known. Laughing, Joe adds his tongue next to my mouth and I immediately grant him access. His hand cups my face as he passionately kisses me. My mouth breaks free only for a second when he inserts himself back in, resuming the lackadaisical pulsing as if purposefully torturing me and denying complete satisfaction.

My arms tug repeatedly to be free, only because the torture of not being able to touch him drives me crazy. Momentum begins to build inside me, and as if able to read my thoughts, Joe pushes deeper, harder without pulling out as far. In no time, the orgasm springs to life inside me, drenching his cock.

Without breaking his stride, Joe’s thrusts continue, pressing more firmly into me. My hands grip the blankets above my head as my only attempt to steady myself for the ride. My hips rise slightly for a different angle, allowing my legs to support me better. Sensitive from all of the stimulation, my body explodes with another orgasm, causing my lungs to heave and burn.

Joe’s rhythmic pulses don’t falter when his left hand rests on my waist. As he pushes inside of me, he pulls down on my hip, ensuring maximum penetration. Within seconds, another release erupts inside of me, stinging my chest when I breathe in for air. The pleasure continues to rile through me when I feel Joe’s organ stiffen. My body convulses and moans as I gulp for an even flow of oxygen while Joe sighs his release into my neck. Our eyes sparkle with a little moisture as we stare at each other. We lay still, for how long I’m not sure, until I suddenly realize that I have use of my arms again.

“That was . . . .”

“Intense?” I speculate.

“Yes, but I was going to say, amazing,” Joe finishes.

“That too,” I confirm.

“It didn’t bother you?”

“What?” I check.


Joe bites his lip and gives me a look before taking my hand and lifting it to his mouth.

“No,” I offer.

Surprisingly, I didn’t bother me in the way I expected it to. In fact, it honestly turned me on.

With a pleased smile, Joe comments, “Figured I owed you a little . . . since you tied me up.”

“Really?” I bait.

“Good to know you enjoyed it,” he confidently states.

My eyes lower and heat rushes to my face.

“What else do you like?” he searches with tenderness in his voice.

My gaze darts to him, not expecting the question, and then quickly moves away. “I think that’s it for tonight,” I deflect, rolling to a seated position.

“I’m sorry,” Joe sweetly offers.