Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(9)

Joe judiciously sits down on the couch at the opposite end. In my peripheral vision, I see Joe chewing on his lip as his eyes stay fixed on me and his hands occupy themselves by petting Sadie. Determined to get him to know that I’m the one in control and I’m the one who dictates if and when sex will be had, I drop my left leg to the side, allowing my knee to hang over the edge of the couch, baring my naked lip.

Seconds later, I find Joe crawling toward me, taking my iPad and gently placing it on the coffee table. He hovers over me as his tie tickles my belly. Neither of us say anything as I wait to see what Joe’s next move will be. To persuade him, I trace my fingers across my exposed chest, sliding them under the edge of the shirt and circle my nipple.

“Touch yourself,” Joe requests with a deep, sexy voice. “Please.”

I happily agree, knowing that he’s surrendered. As I lower my hands down my body, I watch Joe loosen his tie and toss it to the floor. Joe’s eyes bounce from between my thighs and my face as he unbuttons his shirt and removes it. Joe’s fingers kiss the length of my legs, causing the moisture inside my cave to increase. His lips drift down to caress the tips of my knees and he takes a long inhale to capture the scent of my sex.

Joe continues to observe me pleasuring myself, and on occasion, he brushes his fingers, bears a soft kiss or flicks his tongue along my legs. The fingers of my unoccupied hand squeeze and pinch my breasts and nipples as I get closer to orgasm. My eyes begin to roll back into my head as Joe suddenly breaches the rim of my cave with his fingers. I almost shutter my release at his unexpected touch, but I fall short when he removes them.

Like a snake, Joe coils his fingers back into my mounds and strikes the very spot that causes my climax to ricochet like a thunderstorm. My eyes close to savor the sensation. Before I finish convulsing, I feel Joe’s arm shift my body slightly. When my eyes open, I’m blissfully met with a naked Joe who is kneeling between my legs with a condom already on. Gripping the arm of the couch behind my head, Joe skillfully slithers inside me. My legs wrap around his waist as he positions me higher on the pillows to get a better angle.

As desperate for another orgasm as I am, I’m thoroughly enjoying the all-encompassing feeling of his body in and on me. With slow, rhythmic thrusts, Joe tantalizes my sex in a way that I have never experienced. He keeps a consistent, relaxed pace as his mouth explores mine. Enthralled by the feeling of this new type of sex, my arms desperately curl around his back wanting more.

“God, you feel good,” Joe announces as our foreheads touch.

“Mmmmm . . .” I moan in agreement, snatching his lips with mine.

“There?” he checks with the deep, sexy voice that I’m starting to enjoy.

“Yes . . .” I whimper.

Joe’s pace increases a little, sending cool chills throughout my body. I can feel myself getting closer and my moaning confirms it for him.

“Cum for me,” he requests, then grips the back of my neck.

“Mmmmmm . . . yes . . .” I purr, wanting to comply. My grip tightens around his body, my nails press into his skin and I shift my hips slightly. “Right . . . there . . .” I whimper just before the orgasm bursts inside of me.

Joe thrusts deeper, harder into me as my release continues its rush from the constant stimulation. He shudders his release, never moving his forehead from mine. “God . . . Emma.”

We stay sandwiched together well past our lungs finish heaving. Our lips unite like they're dancing to the beginning of the song Gymnopédie for Piano No. I. I can’t help but to smile for my victory.

Laughing, Joe says, “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Checkmate,” I gloat with the yummy taste of victory lingering in my body.

Joe’s grin widens as he shakes his head. My mouth takes his and he willing gives in. Wanting the celebration for two victories to continue, one victory for business and the other for pleasure, I start rocking my hips.

“We can’t,” Joe begrudgingly announces as he slides out of me.

“Why?” I groan.

“I want to,” he explains. “But, this was my only one.”

“Oh,” I sigh my disappointment.

“I could leave some here next time,” he offers with a wicked grin.

“What makes you think there will be a next time . . . or here for that matter?” I bait.


“Just a guess,” he replies, kissing me on my nose. “Besides, I doubt you want to come over to my place knowing that Jimmy and Allen could be there at any moment.”

Glaring at him, I comment, “You aren’t leaving any here.”

“Why not?” he says a little shocked.

“I don’t need my friends seeing them,” I explain.

I wouldn’t really care if I did have some, but I know that there’s a strong chance that Jared or Maggie would come across them. I don’t hide anything from them — not in the physical sense. Jared even knows where B.O.B. and Master P sleep.

“Why would it matter if they saw them?” he questions, not understanding.

“I’ve never had condoms in my apartment,” I expand on my reasoning.

“Hmmm . . .” Joe answers his understanding.

After a few minutes of being curled into each other, and Sadie seeking some affection, I get up to pee and change. Joe finishes getting dressed in my bedroom while watching me once I return.