Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(91)

Newly reinvigorated energy surges into Joe’s eyes and before I know it, his mouth is between my thighs, slurping up our juicy cocktail. My back arches at the deluge of pleasure coursing through me as his tongue tantalizes my body. I swallow hard to keep drool from leaving my mouth at the thought of tasting and smelling what Joe is slopping up.

As soon as my release surfaces, Joe crawls up my body, offering his mouth to me. He doesn’t move to seduce me further or to place himself inside me. Before I get the chance to question him, he kneels up and gets off the bed. He reaches his hand forward and I eagerly take his offer. Joe leads me into the bathroom, never letting go as he turns on the shower.

He tugs me into him so we’re both wading under the warm water. My body sizzles under the stimulation from the water and his hot body against mine. Our faces are a few inches from each other, but we don’t kiss. Our gazes drift between each other’s faces and our hands as we erotically caress the other. My brain shuts off as my body remains still, waiting and watching to see what Joe will do next.

At some point, my hand reaches forward to grab his cock, but Joe blocks me. “Don’t move,” he instructs. “Just enjoy it.”

I nod my understanding even thought I’m eager for more.

His fingers trail the length of my arms before lifting back up to my neck. Then, they graze over my breasts, purposefully traveling over my nipples and down to the edge of my lower lips before making their way back up my body, repeating the same act again and again.

Suddenly, Joe’s hands cup my face and his mouth converges with mine. My hands lift, surrounding his to keep them in place. With the gentlest nudge, Joe guides my body backward until my back brushes the slate tile wall.

“You ready?” he checks.

“Yes,” I answer, antsy with anticipation.

Liquid drips from my sex, crawling down the inside of my leg.

Joe takes his time, teasing me as his mouth explores. His hands caress my body as his lips trail my neck and shoulders. He guides me to turn. Our mouths unite for a while before he journeys down my back, all the way to my rear. Joe nudges my inner left thigh, gently pushing out for me to stand wider. Gripping my ass, he presses his lips forward with his tongue tickling the crease of my folds. My legs shake from the rush of pleasure.

Bringing me close to climax, Joe suddenly stops and moves his mouth away. His body moves closer and I can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “Ready?” he checks.

“Yes,” I moan.

“You sure?” he hums.

“Yes,” I confirm.

Joe’s mouth brushes mine as his hands slide around my body and his left hand fondles my clitoris.

“Please,” I beg, unable to take the denial of my fantasy from coming true. “Please.”

His left hand moves to my hip, holding me in place as he steadies his cock and gently brushes the rim of my hole. My sex clenches, full of excitement as my body waits, tingling all over. My forehead presses into the wall when his shaft slowly slides inside and my body trembles from the sensation of truly feeling him once again. Moans release from both of us when he’s fully penetrated my cave.

“You feel so f*cking good,” Joe groans into my neck.


“I know,” I breathe out.

My body is so turned on by the reality of what’s happening.

Joe pulls out slightly before pulsing back in.

“Joe,” I whimper.

“Emma,” he grunts.

Joe continues to take slow, gradual pumps into me as his cocks glides in and out. My palms rest against the wall, securing me in place, wishing there was something to grab onto. The lack of a condom allows me to feel his cock stroke and tease each mound more where I’m at a constant state of being on the edge of an orgasm.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” he requests, dipping one hand to my nub.

“Yes,” my voice cracks.

A shiver rings through my body.

“Cum all over me,” Joe directs.

“Yes,” I say as my moans get louder.

“Fuck, Emma,” Joe says through gritted teeth. His cock stiffens inside me. “You need to cum before you make me cum.”

“Yes . . .” I agree just before the orgasm shakes through me. My throat squeals as my vagina clamps down around his cock.

“Fuck,” Joe groans, pushing harder into me.

A second release floods my body at the height of Joe’s shaft being fully engorged, readying for his own release. “Joooooe . . .” my voice whimpers as my lungs gasp for air.

He stays sandwiched against me with his cock buried deep as our breathing slows and our bodies convulse. “You’re so f*cking sexy.”

I laugh at his statement.

Joe’s cock twitches inside me when he removes himself. We both groan from the disconnect of our bodies. I turn around the moment I have a chance and yank his face to mine, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Our bodies stick to each other from our sweat and the steam. It doesn’t take long for Joe to drop to his knees and return his mouth to my sex, gulping up the mixture of our cum that hasn’t dripped down my legs and onto the floor. He stands back up when he’s finished, offering his mouth to mine as he scoops me up and positions me against the wall, his cock is still hard — as if he never came.

“More,” I request.

“You sure?” he checks.

“Yes,” I reply.