He moves his hips and that hardness presses against me as I reach to cast my panties onto the floor. All I want is to feel him inside me but when there's finally nothing left between us, Josh pulls back, kneeling in front of me and leering down at my nakedness with a look on his face that catches my breath in my throat.
Suddenly I remember myself. I notice that the late summer sun is still pouring light through the windows that line one wall of the room. I'm keenly aware that I am naked in an unfamiliar house in an unfamiliar town, under a man that I've known for a week.
That man is on his knees between my thighs, with a lewd smile on his sexy mouth, stroking the biggest fucking erection I have ever seen in my life and I know he's looking at my pussy glistening with slick desire that he put there.
I feel exposed and vulnerable and completely, utterly, fucking turned on.
"Yeah," I choke out hoarsely as I watch his fist pump tightly over his cock, "I do need something."
I'm mesmerized by how sexy Josh looks as he stares at me. His beard has been trimmed up a little, it's still thick and it feels amazing against my skin as he works his mouth over me, but it's not as untamed as it was when I met him. His hazel eyes are almost gold in the late afternoon light that fills the room, or maybe they always look like that when he's turned on. I look forward to learning which it is.
His chest is wide and the muscles are deeply cut, the broad pecs, the 6 pack abs, the flat stomach. The thick slabs of muscle that form a defined Adonis belt, protruding over his hips and drawing into a deep V that pulls my eyes down to the length of his shaft as his hand slowly works over it.
I can feel more moisture leak from my body and I see his jaw tighten as he looks down at me.
"I'd really like to get that inside me," I whisper as I glance meaningfully at his cock.
Josh gives me a sly upturn of his lips and slowly shakes his head, "No," he says as he bends back down over me, "not yet you don't."
Chapter 13
Joshua
I seriously consider just watching her like this all night while I stroke my meat. I swear, she's squirming underneath me like she doesn't know what to do. I can see her pussy leaking honey all over my damn bedspread and I want to bury my rod into her glistening cunt in the worst way.
But when she speaks up? Admits that she needs it? I can't help myself, I gotta keep her waiting. I just can't give in that easily, Caitlyn needs to know that marrying me isn't going to be all about getting me off. I've been doing that since I was 12, I know all my buttons. I want to find hers.
I want to show her what she has to look forward to, because marrying me isn't going to be all missionary with the lights off. I want to make her scream while my tongue is buried inside her, drinking down her orgasm while she bucks those pretty hips up against my face.
So that's what I tell her as I lower myself between her legs, pushing her thighs wide so I can get in between them and really get up close and personal with the last pussy I ever want to taste.
The thought has me all wound up and I don't even care that most guys would give me shit over being so excited about it. Fuck em, anyway. Every man I've ever known wants this, one woman that's all his forever. Any guy that says otherwise is lying through his jealous teeth.
I like the way Caitlyn's eyes go wide when I tell her I'm not giving her my cock just yet. I like the way I can see her stomach tremble with anticipation as I settle down between her legs. It's easy enough to push her thighs open for me but I feel the tightness of the muscles as I wrap my hands around her and begin to playfully stroke her folds.
"What's wrong, Caity? You don't like having your pussy licked?" It's all I can do to keep from diving in, but I wait for her to answer me.
Her voice sounds far away, I know she's got her head back and she's not looking down at me. She mumbles something softly and I can't make out the words but I can tell she's not looking forward to this.
I smile, knowing Caitlyn can't see and knowing that she has no idea how hard I'm going to make her come.
My mouth is so close to her now I can smell the mixture of lavender body wash and need trickling out of her, "Get used to it, Baby," I let my breath blow against her skin, "You're body belongs to me now and I need to know how to make you feel good with my mouth as well as my cock."
I laugh at how fast she responds, her hips rising off the bed suddenly so that the source of her heat meets my mouth half way as I dip my tongue into her core.
Caitlyn gasps above me and I know we're off to a good start.
She tastes like fucking heaven and I want to fuck her with my tongue and lap up all that delicious honey but there's more to this than that. What I want more than her taste on my tongue is her thrashing wildly while she loses her mind.
So I drag my tongue up from her center, deeply through her slick seam and flick the tip over her clit till she's panting and trying to pull out of my grip. I don't want her trying to escape, I want her bucking against me begging for more. So I change my pace, I change the pressure and I feel her melt in my hands.
"Oh God," her voice is muffled and her hands land in my hair. Her thighs unclench and I feel her press herself closer to my mouth.
Good, I smile, that's a start.
I move my hand and slide a finger inside her while my mouth locks over her clit. I suckle gently and Caitlyn's body bucks fiercely against me.
"Is that the sweet spot, Baby?" I slip a second finger into her tightness and pump my hand into her body as I take my mouth off her long enough to ask, "You like it when I suck on your clit?"
Her hands are fisting in the covers and a strangled noise comes out of her.
"Answer me, Caity," I demand as I splay my fingers inside her and let them press again the front of her wall. I'm rewarded with the most amazing feeling of her pussy clenching down on my fingers. I could make her come just like this, I think, but I want my mouth on her when she comes, "Do you want me to suck on your clit again? Or do you want to me stop?"
"Yes," she's practically gasping for air, I think about adding a third finger but I'm not sure she can take it, she's dripping wet but she's also really tight.
"Yes, what, Caitlyn?"
I'm a dick. I know I am but I love feeling her body so spun up like this.
"Yes, do that again, whatever you were doing, Josh, do it again!"
All righty then, I'm guessing she's never had anyone who knew their way about a woman's body before. We can go over the finer points later. Over and over again for the rest of our lives in fact. Right now, my woman wants me to put my mouth back on her clit and I don't think it's a good idea to start off our relationship arguing.
Chapter 14
Caitlyn
Oral sex is over rated. That was what I always thought. I dated a guy in college who swore he loved eating pussy, he bragged about it so much that I admit part of the reason I ended up dating him was because I wanted to experience his prowess.
Other guys had gone down on me and I'd always found it....boring, frankly.
After my college boyfriend proved to be no exception, I figured it must just be me. Other girls talked about it like it was the holy grail of sex acts but the only part of sex that I ever found the slightest bit exciting was good old fashioned fucking.
Now I think I understand what the problem was.
I don't think it's me.
Josh isn't just lapping at me like a dog licking peanut butter off a spoon. He's not just jabbing his tongue inside me or any number of other things that aren't really about what feels good to me. His mouth moves from my center, through my lips, over my clit and back again. He takes his time to find out what makes me moan and when he finds it, he concentrates on perfecting it.
When he slips his fingers inside me I think I'm going to explode, but he's also got his mouth over me, suckling on that tender spot and the combined sensations make me lose my damn mind. With one hand stroking against my interior and his tongue doing something insane to my clit, he has to hold me down with his o
ther hand to keep me still underneath him.
Stopping to talk to me? Asking me if I like what he's doing? Demanding that I answer him? There's no going back now, as soon as his mouth is back on me I feel the pressure building. My whole body is pulsing and I'm rocking against him, trying to beg his fingers deeper into me while I feel the sweet sensation starting to close in around me.
Then I feel a subtle change. The pressure inside me becomes greater, the fullness inside me increased. I'm not sure what he did, but it feels like his entire hand is petting me from the inside now and it's too much.
I trip over the brink and I'm vaguely aware of making quite a bit of noise as I latch on to his shoulders and come like a freight train.
Josh gives me a minute to recoup but he doesn't stop. He slips his fingers out of me but continues to stroke softly. His mouth is still hot over my clit but softer now as he waits for my body to stop spasming against him.
For a moment I feel completely sated, so relaxed that I feel like I'm melting into the mattress under me but then his tongue slowly begins to work over my swollen bud again. So gently that I find myself welcoming the wet touches even though my nerves still feel raw.
Then his mouth slips down and his tongue strokes me in slow movements and just when I think I think I can't possibly handle any more, my body reawakens. My breathing becomes ragged again and I'm pushing myself toward his mouth and when I feel his fingers moving through my soaking folds I'm eager for them to become firmer and rougher with their movements.
I'm worked up again and now all I want is to taste his cock. I manage to escape from under his lips and I like the the surprised look he gives me as I reverse our positions and push him back into the pillows.
The way he groans under my tongue as I finally get my chance to work my mouth over his body is sexy as hell. It makes me uncharacteristically confident and I feel free to drag my tongue over every muscle of his body.
Josh is cut and he doesn't seem to mind one bit that I am tracing my fingernails across the defined muscles of his chest like I've never seen a man before. Frankly, I'm not sure I have. Not one like Josh. I'm still a little stunned that he thinks I'm sexy but I'm not about to argue.
I hear a thick noise make its way out of Josh's throat as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. His arms are up, out of the way, his hands behind his head. I glance up at him as I flick the tip of my tongue across the bead of precum on the end of his dick.
Josh is staring down at me, watching me intently and when my tongue makes contact with the head of his cock his eyes close and his jaw tenses.
Still watching his reaction, I part my lips. I let my tongue circle the wide head of his shaft before taking him into my mouth. I close my eyes and lose myself in wrapping my lips around him.
The sound he makes is raw pleasure as I force my jaw to relax so that I can take him all in. I'm surprised that my mouth makes it almost to the very base of his shaft, the rest of him somewhere down my throat, his thick head wedged under my tonsils before my gag reflex kicks in and my throat constricts tightly around him.
Josh's hands are on the back of my head and his hips buck, pushing deeper down my throat before I can pull back and fill my lungs with fresh air.
"I'm not going to come in your mouth, Cait." Josh fucks my mouth smoothly, holding his hand in my hair and using his grip to guide my motions.
From the sound of his voice he's trying to convince himself more than me. I like the powerful feeling of being able to make this big man tremble in my grasp just by running my tongue up the underside of his shaft. I squeeze the base of his cock and take a deep breath as I swallow him all the way to his balls again.
Suddenly I'm on my back with Josh kneeling between my legs. He's pushing my knees back against my chest and gripping my hips.
"I said I wasn't going to come in your mouth, Caitlyn," he growls as he pulls my body roughly to line my dripping opening up to the head of his cock still wet with my saliva, "Not this first time."
Josh drapes my legs over his shoulders and pushes into me.
My hands fly up and grab the pillow beside my head, my ankles locking behind his neck as he invades my body with no resistance. Fuck, I'm so wet for him right now, so primed for this, I'm only slightly surprised that he manages to fit the whole thing inside me.
By the time he manages to get his entire length seated in me, I'm panting hard again and clutching at the pillow because this position doesn't put him within reach. I'm filled up, stretched out and right now it feels fan-fucking-tastic. The wild look in Josh's eyes only add to the feeling and I just want him to move.
I use the grip I have on his neck to force his cock deeper into me and the feeling of him hitting my cervix causes me to cry out.
"That good, Baby?" He rasps out as his fingers tighten in my ass cheeks, "You like having that cock inside you?"
He thrusts once and stars explode around me.
I think I manage to tell him yes. I think I might be begging for his cock to fuck me hard and fast, or maybe I'm begging to him to make me come all over his thick cock, or maybe I'm just babbling incoherently but either way, I have never wanted anything more than I want those things right now.
He pulls back and leaves my body empty and wanting but then he thrusts back into me and fills me with himself and now he's dropped me back onto the bed and he's covering my body with his and he's just fucking me and oh. my. god. I have never felt like this.
Josh has his mouth against my neck and he's telling me a thousand filthy things about how good my cunt feels squeezing his dick and under any other circumstances I'd be blushing so hard I'd catch on fire. Right now though? Shit! Those dirty words are making me come.
I can't even help myself. I'm trying so hard to keep up with his rhythm but I'm falling apart. My hands are slipping off his back because of the sweat covering his skin so I wrap my hands in his hair and arch my back into my release as a scream rips out of my throat.
Something seems to tear loose in Josh as my pussy clenches down hard around his cock. He pushes deep and then tenses, a guttural sound pushes over his vocal chords and then he's pumping his seed into me. I can feel each release as the hot streams of cum empty inside me.
This is not the kind of sex married people have, I think through the euphoria as Josh collapses next to me and pulls me against his chest. Then I remember the unsolicited advice my grandmother has been giving me this week and I think Grams might have a point about not settling.
Josh kisses along the side of my face as he wraps his large body around me, "I knew it was going to be good, Caity," he whispers in a voice husky with exhaustion, "but I swear I never guessed you'd fit me so fucking perfect."
I smile and settle in close with my ear to his chest and listen to the sound of his heart beating strongly. I'm drifting into sleep as he tightens his arms, "Let's go get your ring tomorrow, Baby, I want everyone to know you're mine."
Chapter 15
Josh
She's only here for 4 days and I don't want to let her go. I want to parade Caitlyn around town and make sure everyone fucking knows she's mine but I'm also a greedy bastard and I want to keep her locked up at my place and never give her a chance to get her clothes back on.
We're already planning our wedding. Well, mostly Caitlyn's planning the wedding, that shit’s for the girls anyway. I'd be happy to head to Vegas this afternoon and get married in a fucking drive thru chapel on our way to a hotel.
I get it though, Cait's grandparents are gonna wanna be there to see their girl say yes to the man they picked for her. And I guess I owe it to Maury to let her put on a nice dress and throw rice at me or some shit.
When I mention it to Caity she tells me rice is out. It's bad for birds or something. I call bullshit, but what do I know? I don't care what people throw. Or if they throw anything. As long as I get to hear Caitlyn's sweet voice telling the whole damn world that she's taking me as her husband, she can have everything else just the way she wants it.
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sp; Shit, I rub my hand over my beard and grin as I watch Caitlyn peer through the glass cases down at the local jewelry store, I can't fucking believe Maureen managed to find this girl for me. I should have let Maury pick out my dates a long time ago.
The gal behind the counter looks up at me when Caity points at one of the rings in the case, like my woman needs my fucking permission to pick out the ring she's gonna be wearing for the rest of her life. I almost bark at the sales girl but I guess she's probably used to assholes coming in here that don't think the woman they're gonna marry is worth the money to buy a decent ring.
I wrap my arm around Caity's shoulder and give the sales girl a nod and a look that better tell her that my woman can have any damn piece of jewelry in this rinky dink store she wants.
"If the perfect one ain't here, Baby, we can go to the city and get you exactly what you want," I whisper in Caitlyn's ear loud enough that the sales girl can hear. I also love watching the way Caitlyn's skin goosebumps up and she blushes whenever I put my mouth so close to her ear.
"Actually, this place has a lot of really unique designs," Caitlyn says as the clerk hands her the box from the case, "All we're likely to find in the city is the same trendy stuff that everyone else getting married this year is getting."
"As long as you're sure," I tell her as I take the ring out of the little box and slip it over the finger she holds out for me. It's not quite a perfect fit but it's close. I don't have a fucking clue about diamonds but this one doesn't seem big enough for the woman who's going to be my wife. I want a huge fucking rock on her hand so everyone will know she's taken.
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