Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(79)

“I didn’t,” he asserts.

“Then, how did a black leather pouch with four condoms get in your bag?”

“You were snooping,” he announces with a wicked grin.

“If Anna didn’t pack them, then who did? Jimmy?” I demand.


“No, I did,” he presents calmly.

“What?” I snap.

“They’ve been in the bag since the wedding. I forgot they were in there,” he defends with a worried tone.

My heart softens a little and my eyes look down to Sadie. “Sorry,” I sheepishly apologize.

“Get your sexy ass in here and I’ll forget all about it, beautiful,” he says lightheartedly.

“But, I’m enjoying the view,” I contend playfully, happy to see he’s not mad at my assumption.

“There’s a better view in here, beautiful,” he states, reaching his free hand forward.

Eager for a comparison view, I enter the shower.

Joe and I take our time, exploring each other’s body, winding each other up without allowing for release as we wash. Our borderline tantric foreplay, with the use of mostly our hands, takes longer than I expect, causing the hot water to run out. We dry off — okay, I dry off and Joe just helps me, before leading me back to bed.

He scoops me up and lowers me, launching his mouth to my sex. Just the whip of his tongue over my clit has me on the constant edge of a climax and I know he can tell by the way I’m moaning. Without warning, Joe gets up and heads into my closet.

“What are you doing?” I check, propping myself up on my elbows.

“Nothing,” he replies, rounding the corner of the door.

My eyes soak up the complete and utter sexiness of Joe Covelli as he stands there naked with his cock at full mast. It takes until he’s hovering over me to register that he has moved and my hands are above my head, tied with the same scarf I used to tie him up. My mouth hangs wide open in shock, unable to utter a word. By the time my throat eeks out a sound, Joe’s mouth has returned to my folds and my arms can’t move since he yanked my body down the bed low enough to take in any slack. My brain shuts off as delirium kicks back in, overriding any and all logic. The orgasm cracks inside me, delivering the sweet rapture that my body has come to know from the workings of Joe.

As my body violently convulses from the rush, Joe checks, “More?”

“Yes,” I barely reply, panting.

My arms tug at their confines as I watch him roll to the side and guide the condom on. Moisture forms in my mouth and between my legs at the same time, excited for the pleasure that is to come.

“Ready?” Joe asks with a grin.

My legs part wider and my teeth clench down on my bottom lip.

“It’s my turn to bite that lip,” Joe informs.

When his mouth is a foot away, my mouth opens, eager to comply. Joe slowly dives his tongue in and mine is happy to greet it. He kisses me deeply several times, tugging on my bottom lip ever so gently when he pulls away. I bite my arm, letting out a moan of approval when he repeats the very same act on my sex several times.

Joe’s mouth creeps back up my body, spending a little time on each of my nipples. I gasp when his teeth clench down on my left nipple and his cock enters my soaked cave. He takes his time with each thrust, like he’s making sure we each feel every little sensation when he fills me all the way, as he pulls out, and then pushes back in.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

“No,” Joe declines, staring into my eyes. “But, I will make you cum . . . hard.”

“Please,” I whimper as my eyes roll back into my head.

“Please what?” he searches. “Please f*ck you or please make you cum.”

“Both,” I admit.

Joe chuckles into my neck, nipping my ear. “You only get one of those tonight, beautiful.”

“Please,” I whine.

Joe ignores my request, continuing his leisurely pace.

“Please,” I beg.

“No,” he chuckles.

“Please . . . f*ck me,” I request in-between breaths as the buildup continues.

Joe stares into my eyes, steadying me with his right hand grasping the nape of my neck as his left firmly grips my ass. “I don’t plan on f*cking you, Emma.”

I groan my disappointment.

“But, I do plan on making you cum until you beg me to stop,” he reveals, “. . . until you’re so sensitive you can’t take anymore.”

His confession sparks something in me and the orgasm arrives with a sweet, gradual release with the intensity of a volcano exploding. Joe’s mouth returns to mine, not letting me fully catch my breath as I come down from the sensation. He shifts my pelvis and moments later, the next release bursts through like a geyser — equally powerful as the first, but lingers longer in my veins.

Joe slows his pace, finally allowing me a chance to breathe. My arms forcefully tug at the restraints, desperate to touch him. The next thing I know, Joe has rolled us and I’m on top. He sits up, pressing into my body to force my arms to straighten, not giving me any chance to break free.


“Please,” I beg, yanking at my arms. “I want to feel you.”

Joe pulls my hips down at the same time he thrusts up. “I know you can feel that,” he states after I whimper from the pleasure.