Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(92)

With a devious grin, Joe steadies the tip of his penis and glides in with a single push. He takes his time thrusting inside of me, tightening his grip on my rear. My hands cup the back of his head as we stare into each other’s eyes until my next orgasm surfaces.

“You going to cum for me?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

“Good,” he grunts.

“Cum with me,” I beg.

“You sure?”

“Yes . . .” I barely moan as the release bursts.

“Emma,” Joe pants into my ear.

We both whimper when he removes himself from me, but we stay connected as much as we can for the rest of the time in the shower. Joe offers me a brand new toothbrush and lotion after he helps me towel dry. When we leave the bathroom, we climb back into his bed naked with him spooning me. Sadie snuggles in close, aware that we’re settling in for the night.

“Can you explain how it works?” Joe asks.

“What?”

“Your calendar,” he explains.

“Why?”

“I want it to be my responsibility too, not just yours,” he confesses.

With a smirk, I ask, “So you like not using the condoms?”

“Yes, can’t you tell,” he chuckles. “Besides, I think we both prefer not using them.”

“Maybe,” I tease.

“Yes,” he presses, snatching a kiss.

“I’ll think about it,” I say. After a moment of silence, I can’t help but comment more than question. “So, it looks like bunny style is a keeper?”

“Definitely,” he agrees quickly, sealing his statement with a kiss.

“Good,” I reply grinning.

“Another first,” Joe announces.

With a giggle, I confirm, “Another first.”





Eighty Two


Over the course of the week, Joe and I are either at his place or mine having sex. I stay the night at his place Monday of course after the offer to do bunny style, but I didn’t let him remain at mine on Tuesday or Wednesday. Anna was very helpful Tuesday morning, taking care of Sadie, which allowed Joe and I to have morning sex. Who knew it could be so much fun?!

Friday morning, I wake in Joe’s bed to the sound of Sadie sniffing in my ear.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Joe greets, closing the bedroom door behind him. He’s wearing nothing but his boxer briefs and a tight t-shirt.

“Good morning,” I return with a smile. “What’s this?”

“I wanted to make you breakfast in bed,” he replies, situating the serving tray over my lap.

“No morning sex?” I pout.

Joe smiles. “There’s still plenty of time for that.”


“There is?” I tease.

“Yes,” he confirms. Joe takes off his shirt and underwear and slips under the blankets.

“Anna made too much food,” I inform.

“It’s for both of us,” he states. “And, I made it.”

A snicker passes my lips. I try to recover, but end up choking a little on my own saliva.

“What’s so funny?” Joe asks, taking a bite of the turkey bacon.

“Nothing,” I counter.

Joe leans in, puckering his lips and I gladly give him the kiss he’s requesting. “I do know how to cook.”

“Of course you do,” I agree sarcastically.

Joe eyes me, but refrains from commenting. We eat everything he prepared; two eggs each, sunny-side up on top of buttered toast with cheese, fruit smoothie and a side of breakfast potatoes. Once we finish, we snuggle with Sadie for about twenty minutes before venturing into the shower.

“How long have you been using Morrocco Method products?” I inquire.

I’ve never seen them in his shower before Monday night.

“Awhile,” he admits. “Why?”

“Why did you start using them?” I inspect.

With a smile, he answers, “I’ve been reading a lot of the things you have on Naturally Me.”

“Really?” I say more surprised than really questioning.

Joe grins and slips his fingers between the crease of my sex and my legs shake a little at his sudden movement. “Looks like we’re still good to not have to use condoms,” he mentions casually.

“How would you know that?” I peruse.

Joe lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks the little bit juice off them and my sex drivels. “I’ve done my own research since you wouldn’t clue me in,” he confesses.

“Joe,” I whine.

“I told you I want it to be just as much my responsibility as yours,” he reminds.

I don’t say anything, dumbfounded by his confidence.

Joe pulls me close, sharing his tongue with me when our mouths meet. It doesn’t take long for my brain to shut off from the logical dialogue it’s having and my primal urges to take over. Joe barely has to touch me and my body instantly surrenders, wanting more satisfaction from our bodies uniting. God, all he has to do is give me one of the myriad of his looks and my * becomes immediately wet and ready for him.

Wanting to take charge, my body drops to the floor, my knees burning from the force of the slate hitting them, and I stuff my mouth with his half-mast cock. I shove him deep into my throat, able to take him whole, all the way to the base until the third pump when he becomes fully erect.