Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(36)
I’ve got us both naked before we make it to his bed. Unable to wait for Joe to get the condom on, I drop to my knees and plunge his cock into my mouth. He’s completely hard by the fourth stroke. Not letting me finish him, Joe tosses me onto the bed and crawls over me once the condom is on. Our mouths mash together and I can feel his desperate need for me, which seems to be just as intense as my need for him. His mouth moves to my neck as his hand plays with my sex. He groans his satisfaction when he feels how wet I am between my legs. Joe drops down and plants his mouth on my folds, manipulating my body with his mouth and fingers easily. My first release comes quickly due to denying my body any form of pleasure for the past few days.
Taking his time as I finish shuddering from the pleasure, Joe gradually moves up my body. My tongue dives into his mouth and my hips shift, eager to feel him inside. Joe denies us both entry as he nonchalantly explores my neck and chest. I try to slide my body down so we’re level for him to f*ck me. Joe kisses my mouth, but then moves back to his previous adventure. When I try to move again, Joe captures me by the hips and restricts my movement. My hands try to pry my body free, but end up locked next to my head.
Unable to break free, my legs wrap around his, pulling him closer. When Joe lets go of my arms, my legs release, expecting him to give me what I want. Instead, Joe continues his gradual exploration of my body. Frustrated and wanting more, I maneuver our naked frames until I’m positioned above him. He tries to flip us, but I’m able to remain on top and slide down on his shaft. My body shivers at the penetration. He tries to shift us again, but I manage to pin his arms down against the bed. My hips savagely rock up and down repeatedly in desperate need for release. Joe pulses his groin up and my legs widen, wanting optimal penetration. My face buries into his neck as the orgasm violently shakes my body.
Flipping me onto my back, Joe begins to plow into my wet, sensitive cave. He pushes hard as my legs curl around his thighs. My arms wrap up over his back and my hands latch onto his shoulders, securing my body in place. My nails scratch down his back when his organ hardens, causing me to climax. Joe doesn’t slow — his pace fiercely quickens and another orgasm tears through me as he shudders his own release. My lungs intensely burn as my body revels in the combined pain and pleasure.
The sudden urge to cry consumes me and I roll away from him trying to hide. I feel Joe caress my skin with his hand while his lips try to comfort me along my shoulders. Ashamed of my openness, I jolt out of bed and look for my clothes.
“What are you doing?” Joe asks, chasing me down the hall.
My body freezes for a moment, but I say nothing.
“Emma, please,” he begs with pain in his words.
I continue to gather my clothes, getting dressed in the foyer since that’s where they fell. When I have my bra, panties and pants on, Joe spins me around to face him. I try to fight, but my muscles feel too weak to challenge him. My eyes stay fixed on the floor not wanting to look at Joe.
“Talk to me . . . please,” he implores.
All I can do is shake my head.
“Do you need me to reschedule the trip again?” he searches.
I shake my head with a little more definitiveness. The last thing I want to do is to cause anymore delay for my business moving forward. He graciously postponed it because of Maggie’s condition. My work is one of the few things I can control in my life right now. I don’t even feel like I can control myself — especially with him.
“Stay. . . please.” His hands cup my face trying to get me to look at him. “Please.”
I pinch my eyes shut, not wanting to expose myself. My head uncontrollably waves in opposition.
“Emma . . . beautiful,” he coaxes. His mouth sweetly captures mine.
My body instantly gives into him — needing him — wanting him — all of him. I press into him, hoping he’ll understand. Joe immediately pushes my pants down as my feet scurry to break free. Two seconds later, he rips off my panties and he heaves my body backward, colliding us into the wall.
“Fuck me,” I hoarsely moan after not talking for four days.
Without thought, Joe’s mouth trails the length of my body until his mouth teases my navel. The sound of metal sliding across the marble floor catches my attention and I watch Joe search his pants’ pockets. He grunts irritation, but shifts, leaning far to reach something on the table by the door. Joe lifts his hand to his mouth and tears open a fresh condom wrapper.
“Fuck me,” I quietly demand, dancing my fingers in his hair.
Joe obliges before I finish uttering the words. He slams his shaft into me, pounding me into the wall. Memories of when he took me like this last time flood my thoughts. Strike after strike, the wetness in my sex increases, giving Joe full opportunity to plunge into me as deep as he can go.
“God . . . you feel so good,” he announces as he huffs into my neck.
“Mmmm . . .” I sigh.
He continues to ram me, bringing me closer. Joe’s fingers squeeze into my ass and my arms fasten tighter around his neck. Blow after blow into my aroused cave, we grunt and moan. The unrelenting pleasure surges into me, soaking his cock as shrieks of ecstasy reverberate from my throat.
I feel his body shaking from both pleasure and fatigue. We stay sandwiched against the wall for several minutes. Without letting go, Joe steadies us before carrying me back to his bed. I lounge temporarily, unable to move. Before joining me, Joe heads to the bathroom. Unable to see what he’s doing, I lay quietly waiting for his return. The sensation of a warm, damp cloth over my lower belly, wiping down the exterior of my sex draws my attention. I watch Joe meticulously clean and inspect my body before returning to the bathroom.