by T L Swan
“Joshua,” I whisper around his cock as my legs hit the massage table as I open them as far as they go.
“I got you baby. Let me take my time.” He bends and gently kisses me again.
I swallow and nod softly as his mouth goes back to my breasts. Oh shit, I moan softly. His thumb starts to slowly push in and out of my sex and I lift my body so that he can get deeper. Oh god, I need this hard tonight. He stands up and watches me with dark eyes as his other fingers drop lower on my body. They start to rim my behind and I instinctively open my legs again. His thumb pulsing, his fingers exploring, it’s too much to bear and I start to feel the building of an orgasm. I start to quiver and I try to hold it off. “Let it go, baby,” he whispers. “I need you soft and open tonight.” He slides a finger in and I groan. He’s been touching me a lot here lately and I have grown to like it, something I never thought I would. I moan and close my eyes as his thumb and two fingers start to pump my openings in perfect timing. Fuck, this feels good. My eyes drop to his cock as I watch the pre-ejaculate drip from the end of his penis… oh shit. I start to quiver and he stops immediately.
I pant and lift my head from the table to see what he is doing. “Baby, what are you doing?”
His eyes meet mine. “You will be coming a different way tonight.”
I pant and a pang of fear fills me. Fuck. I nod nervously and he smiles a dark smile and takes my lips aggressively in his.
“Roll over,” he whispers.
Oh shit, I gently roll over and watch as he pours more oil over his torso and down over his penis. He gently strokes himself four times and I nearly orgasm on the spot. Watching him there in the candlelight covered in oil and pulling himself is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
“Head down,” he murmurs and I drop my head to the table. Mr Stanton is here and he is taking no prisoners.
He gets onto the table above me and, starting at my feet, he rubs his body over me and slides it up toward my head. I feel his hard shoulders and then his chest… his perfect cock slides up and down my body. Again and again he slides back and forth. Oh god, this is too much, I have never been this aroused in my life. His penis catches between my cheeks and he stops and slides it up and down as his mouth goes to my neck from behind and he bites me gently. His arousal is off the charts. I can feel his breath quiver as he tries desperately to hold it together.
“I need you here,” he whispers into my ear from behind as his finger impales me.
I nod and drop my head into the table as he starts to really ride me with his finger and then another. “Open,” he whispers darkly and holds his body off mine. I slowly open my legs even further.
“You’re so fucking perfect here,” he growls into my back.
How in the hell does he make this feel so good? This is something I never thought I would like.
“Once we start there is no pulling back,” he whispers.
I turn and my nervous eyes meet his.
“I love you,” he whispers as he kisses me gently again, sensing my fear. I am instantly mollified and nod as I give him a soft smile.
“It’s ok, baby, I won’t want to pull back,” I whisper. He applies more oil to my behind and his penis.
I turn back to the bed and he rolls me to my side facing away from him, his front to my back. He lifts my top leg and puts the flat of my foot onto his outer thigh and his bottom arm underneath my head, then he pulls my body close to his. He starts to run his open mouth up and down my neck as his top hand reaches around and massages my clit in a circular movement. My head throws back onto his shoulder once again as my arousal starts to thump heavily between my legs. Very slowly he brings his hand down to grab the base of his cock and guides it to my entrance as I hold my breath.
“It’s ok, baby,” he whispers into my ear and I turn and kiss him with everything I have. I want this to be good for him, —he deserves this to be good. He has been so patient and is trying so damn hard not to hurt me. I have never loved him more than I do at this moment.
“Kiss me through it,” he whispers into my cheek and I nod and turn and take his lips in mine again.
He pushes forward as his top hand pushes me back onto him. Oh shit, this fucking hurts. I close my eyes as I try to block out the pain.
“Baby, kiss me.,” he whispers desperately, knowing that he’s hurting me. I slowly take his lips in mine and he keeps circling his fingers on my clitoris. I feel my body relax and he slowly adds just one finger to my sex and starts to pump me with it. I feel my arousal start to climb again and I drop my head back to his chest as I pant and he pushes forward again as his front hand pushes me back.
“Ah,” I whisper as I close my eyes and hold my breath.
“Nearly there, baby,” he moans in an unrecognisable voice. God, I have never seen him like this.
“Kiss me,” he growls as his arousal hits a new level and I turn and he takes my lips in his in hard erotic, passionate kissing. I feel the last of my body’s resistance fall away and he slides home in one deep movement.
Oh dear god.
I pant to try to deal with the overwhelming sense of his claiming.
He drops his head to my shoulder and moans. “Oh fucking hell, Natasha.”
I smile. I did it—we are doing it. I can do this. I turn and kiss him over my shoulder again and my arousal hits a new level. This is new uncharted territory and I feel like I might just lose my mind.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
His eyes meet mine and he cracks his neck hard.I giggle and throw my head back to his chest. God, I love this man.
He lifts my upper leg and holds it in the air as his body starts to pump me slowly and I moan in pleasure. He hooks my leg over his forearm and starts to pulse his fingers into my sex gently in time with his cock. Oh dear god, I’m in heaven. As I get more aroused he gets rougher, until we are hard at it and the sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through the room. I have never felt anything so good… so intimate… so perfect. We are both screaming as we start to hit the climax and I shudder deeply as I am hit with the strongest orgasm I have ever had and he growls as his body lurches forward in the most perfect orgasm I have ever seen.
We lie still, covered in perspiration, panting, and I smile broadly.
Joshua is breathing heavily and can’t talk. He smiles into the side of my forehead.
I smile broadly. “I think I’m actually good at that.”
He smirks and takes my lips in his. “You blow my mind, Natasha Marx. You are one seriously hot fuck and yes you are very, very good at that.”
I smile, I like that answer. I like it a lot.
Chapter 15
Boundaries… what are they and do I have any left? I’m pretty sure they and any physical restrictions I had put on myself flew completely out the window last night. There are no secrets anymore, no lies, no betrayal… at least not between the two of us anyway. As for the rest of the world, I’m not so sure anymore. We both lie on our sides facing each other and Joshua gently runs his fingertips in a circular pattern on my upper arm. I smile softly and he leans in to kiss me gently on the lips. “What are you thinking about?” he asks.
I shrug as I smile into my pillow. “Just you.”
He smirks. “What about me?”
I bite my bottom lips to stifle my smile. “Just thinking how you are the master magician.”
“How so?” he smiles softly.
“Last night. How did you do that?” I bend and gently kiss him on his beautiful broad chest.
“Do what?” he asks as his hand tenderly cups the back of my head.
“Turn something that I was so sure that I was going to hate into something so beautiful and intimate?” I shake my head in disbelief. “I think last night was the biggest shock of my life.”
He leans in and kisses me gently, then rolls onto his back and splays my body half over his. “Have we ever had anything but intimate and beautiful between us, presh?” His eyes hold mine. “Together we are intimate perfectio
n,” he whispers into my hair.
I melt and kiss his chest. “No, I can’t say that we have.” I smile broadly. “We are, aren’t we?”
I need a day at home with my boy. “Can you stay home with me today?” I ask hopefully.
“No, presh,” he whispers into the top of my head.
“I want to spoil you and I think you need some R and R, Josh.”
He smiles. “Do you now?”
“What have you got on today?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Cam told me yesterday.
He stays silent for a moment while he forms his answer in his head. “I am having James Brennan charged with blackmail.”
My stomach drops, oh crap. I was hoping he had changed his mind on that. I stay silent.
He pulls back to look at my face. “What?” he frowns.
I shrug.
“You don’t think I should?” he asks, affronted.
I blow out a heavy breath. “No Josh, I don’t. Not yet anyway.”
“Why ever not? The bastard is living the high life on my money,” he snaps as his anger simmers dangerously close to the surface.
“Think about it, Joshua. If the paparazzi can get hold of the recording of the 911 call I made to the police when we were getting burgled what do you think they will do when they get hold of this information? And you know that they will.”
He sits up in a rush, obviously annoyed at my opinion.
“This is something that needs to be kept behind closed doors, Joshua, for your father’s sake,” I sigh.
He stands and walks over to the window and looks out as he processes my words. My eyes drop to his large naked body and I ache for his broken heart.
I sit up slowly and pool the blankets around my waist. “Joshua, this was your father’s best friend and I know that you are angry and hurt but you need to let your dad deal with this the way he wants to. This isn’t just about you.”
His dark eyes meet mine. “I despise James Brennan, every fucking thing about him.”
Pity fills me. “I know, honey, and I’m sorry you have to go through this shit.” I drop my head as I search for the perfect thing to say… not a damn thing in my empty frigging head.
“What if she doesn’t tell him? Dad I mean,” he murmurs. “What then?”
I shrug. This thought has crossed my mind too. “I’m not sure.”
He walks over and sits on the bed. “Do you think I should tell him?”
I shrug again. “You need to just take your time and not rush into anything that you may regret.” He nods again as he chews his thumbnail deep in thought.
I stand and walk over to him sitting on the end of the bed and pull his head into my body. “You know what we should do today?” I smile.
“Do tell?” he mutters flatly into my stomach.
I widen my eyes in excitement and his lips curl into a trace of a smile. “We should go and buy our wedding rings and a suit for you to wear to get married in.”
He smirks as I bend to kiss him. “What do you think?” I smile into his lips.
“Can we get married today?” he asks hopefully.
I shake my head. “No, we cannot get married today. I don’t even have my dress yet. Adrian, the girls and I are getting it next week.”
“I’ve got heaps of suits,” he replies flatly.
I roll my eyes. “Josh, you have to buy a suit that you only wear twice in your life.”
He frowns in question.
“You wear it on the day you get married and then on the day you get buried.” I smile at the wonder on his face.
He smiles softly as his eyes hold mine. “I want to be married. I want this to be legal.”
I melt. “Oh god, me too. I have never wanted anything so much,” I whisper.
He stands with new purpose. “Ok, Miss Marx, good distraction tactics. Let’s go get some wedding rings and that suit I am only going to wear twice in my life.”
When I told my man that I wanted to go shopping I had no idea he knew how to execute my idea to damn perfection. We are in a luxury shoe store and I am tottering around on the most ridiculously high stilettos known to man. Joshua is sitting on a velvet chair in full control and directing me as to which ones he wants me to try on.
His dark eyes watch me in my short black dress. I wore it purposely to keep the blood from the brain in his head detoured to the brain in his dick… Distraction 101… I got this shit sorted.
“Turn around,” he whispers as his eyes drop to my legs. I turn to see the much anticipated neck crack in the mirror as he watches me from behind and I bite my lip to stifle my smile as I look down at the shoes.
“Yes, we will take those.” He nods to the sales clerk and she adds it to the other ten boxes on the counter. The four shop assistants’ tongues are literally hanging onto the floor as they watch Mr Orgasmic with his bottomless credit card in full throttle action. They are running around trying to please him and are deep green with envy. I hate to admit it but I am loving every minute of this. These shoes are ridiculously expensive and not something I would ever buy but you know what? I don’t care because this is keeping his mind off things and he has the money, so why the hell not?
His eyes scan the shop again and I feel my cheeks heat as I start hearing the word Kardashian run though my head. “That’s enough baby.” I frown, suddenly embarrassed.
He stands and smirks at me, knowing exactly what’s going through that peabrain of mine, and he casually throws his arm around my waist. “We haven’t started yet, my beautiful girl.”
I smile and my eyes flick to the sales girls on the other side of their desk who are all melting right alongside me. Unable to help myself, I smile broadly.
“Let’s go get those wedding rings,” he murmurs as he slides his credit card across the glass countertop.
“Ok,” I whisper. I lean up and kiss him gently on the cheek as he pulls me into him, then he heads out the door to talk to Ben briefly. My eyes, and those of the sales assistants, follow him across the shop and I feel a wave of affection sweep over me. Their eyes flick back to me and they seem embarrassed at me catching them checking out my man.
“I know, right,” I smile.
The blonde girl smiles in relief and shakes her head at me. “You are one lucky lady. When do you get married?”
I smile at her honesty. “Three months,” I reply.
She smiles warmly at me. “You make a lovely couple.”
“Thank you.” I beam. You betcha, baby, and he’s all mine, so eyes off the merchandise.
“Yes,” Joshua answers his phone. We are in the back seat of the car on our way home after buying wedding rings, and Ben is driving. That did not go down as I had expected. I had thought we would go into a jewellery shop on the street, peruse glass cabinets and pick out rings from the display but, no, I keep forgetting. We are in Stanton Land now, a land where luxury is mandatory, expected and delivered on a silver tray with champagne, much to my delight. We went to a plush high-rise office and mirrored cabinets on wheels were rolled out to our leather seats while we drank champagne out of crystal glasses. We were shown ‘exclusive pieces‘ as they called them. This was the master jeweller’s office that had made my engagement ring for Joshua. I smile as I watch him. When we came back here for that week to pick out a new house, Joshua had consulted the master jeweller and he had made for ring for me in a rush so Josh could give it to me before our expected return two weeks later. I feel regret knowing the pain I put Joshua through in that week when I lost my father. I frown at my thoughts and my eyes fill with tears. I turn away to stare out the window. I know a thing or two about deep pain. Dad, I miss you. Where are you now? A lump in my throat forms as I contemplate how sad my wedding day will be when he is not the one who will be walking me down those steps to the altar and telling me I look beautiful. He won’t be the one to be giving speeches and he won’t see how happy I am. He won’t be welcoming Joshua to our family. My eyes close in pain—I hate this. Why did you have to die? It’s not fair that y
ou left me when I needed you the most. Joshua grabs my hand across the backseat and my eyes flick to him. He frowns as he speaks on the phone as he senses my inner turmoil. My cloudy eyes flick back out the window. If only I could turn back time and if we only knew Dad had a heart problem, we could have saved him. My thoughts go to Brock, a beloved brother who I have lost contact with. We have hardly spoken since Dad’s death. You hear of families breaking up and you never once think that it will happen to yours. I need to make this right with him. I need to make him see how happy I am. Out of all of this nightmare with Joshua and his family, one thing has become blaringly obvious to me. Family is the most important thing in life and I want what’s left of mine to be happy and united. I need to fix this so I’m ringing Brock as soon as we get home.
