Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(90)

Since the barbecue at Maggie’s and Henry’s, Joe’s and my sexual exploits are on hold with it being that time of the month. He doesn’t seem to mind, especially when I agree to sleep over at his place or let him stay the night at mine.

Monday is the first day my period is finished and I eagerly wait for Jared, Nathan, Maggie and Henry to leave my place after having dinner. Joe left at the same time as Maggie and Henry, but Jared and Nathan lingered a little longer. Once they are out the door, I rush to primp and then contact Taylor about my departure.

“Alone at last,” Joe says with the sexy voice when I enter his penthouse. He pins me against the door and consumes my mouth as his hands squeeze my ass.

As excited as we both are to have sex, we temper our need to rush the thrill of undressing each other as we slowly make our way down the hall to his bedroom. Once we’re naked, I push Joe onto his bed and climb over him. My mouth runs into his as Joe’s hands tangle in my hair. Wanting to make tonight count, I leisurely dance my tongue down his body until his cock is surrounded by my mouth.

“Fuck, Emma,” Joe groans the second time I thrust down his shaft.

I play with him a little, getting him riled up and close to climax before changing tactics. My own eagerness for him to fill me overrides my playfulness, allowing him to shutter his release into the back of my throat. Joe dives his tongue into my mouth as I climb back up his body, flipping us to where he’s on top. He teases every inch of my skin as his mouth and hands slide down to my sex. A loud gasp erupts from my throat when Joe’s tongue breaks the seam of my folds, causing my hips to rise. His hands reach under my ass, gripping it firmly as he tugs me closer to his face. My fingers grab his hair hard each time he denies me sweet release. His wicked laugh tingles my sex when I groan in protest. Joe finally works me up to the point that it doesn’t matter what he does, he could even not touch me and I’d orgasm.

As my body continues to shiver from the euphoria lingering, I pull Joe close to me, shoving my tongue into his mouth. “I want you,” I declare, not wanting to separate from him.

“You sure?” he teases.

“Yes,” I pant.

Joe shifts and I know instantly what he’s doing it.

“We don’t need it,” I confess.

“You sure?”

With a wicked grin, I nod my head.

Joe’s mouth returns to mine and his cock twitches on my belly.

“Please,” I beg.

Joe locks eyes with me as he steadies himself at the rim of my hole. My gaze stays fixed on him for as long as it can while he fills me. A smile dances across my face as I watch his eyes roll into the back of his head and a grunt sneaks past his lips. My eyes eventually win, closing when he’s completely inside.

“Fuck,” Joe moans, slowly pulling out before he takes a gradual thrust back in.

We savor each touch, each stroke, as our primal needs and urges take over. My second orgasm arrives quickly, but Joe is able to maintain control, not fully sharing in the ecstasy. He’s able to last longer this time inside me, most likely due to the release he obtained orally.

His pace quickens when my moaning increases a third time. Joe’s hands tighten with mine as he fights his own release and the next climax surfaces inside me. As Joe can no longer deny himself his own release, another one springs inside me, occurring at the height of his satisfaction.

We lay connected for a while, enjoying the contented moment for as long as we can.

Joe sweetly lowers his lips to mine. “Stay.”

I don’t reply other than seeking out his lips.

“Please, stay,” he requests again. He denies me his lips wanting to see my face when I answer.

I lift my head to snatch a taste, but he pulls away. “Why?”


“We’ve stayed over each other’s place the past five nights,” he reminds.

“I know,” I say, looking away.

Joe guides my face back. “We’re broken pretty much every rule.”

“Don’t remind me,” I return, heat rising in my cheeks.

A wicked grin curls onto his face.

“What?”

“Stay and we’ll do bunny style,” he states.

“You’re trying to use that to sway me when you know you’re just a curious to try it?” I laugh.

“Then, stay and it’s a win-win,” he persuades.

“So, if I don’t stay, we won’t do bunny style?” I check.

“I didn’t say that,” he counters.

“So, we can still do bunny style?” I question.

“I didn’t say that either,” he goads.

“Joe,” I whine. “I didn’t bring a bag.”

“You don’t need clothes and you can use whatever I have here to shower and all,” he suggests.

We stare at each other, not saying anything for a few minutes.

“Please,” he coaxes.

He had me at bunny style, but I don’t want him to know how quickly my mind and body caved.

“Fine,” I agree.

The most genuinely-looking boyish grin pops onto Joe’s face that I’ve ever seen before and I can’t help but smile, even though I try to temper it. His mouth springs to mine as he presses his body more into me as if he’s trying to make our bodies one.