by Banks, R. R.
My orgasm hit powerfully, and I arched up off of the bed, crying out as I surged forward to wrap myself around him. I clung to Josh, gasping into his neck as I rode the final waves of my climax.
“Josh,” I panted, wanting to tell him what he had done to me, wanting to give words to the experience I had just had, but not able to find the words.
He ducked his head and kissed along the side of my neck and into the curve of my shoulder. I could feel him smile against my skin, telling me that he had enjoyed it, too. The tongue that had just delivered me into such overwhelming pleasure glazed across my skin. I felt safe and protected in Josh's arms, and like I could have simply fallen asleep right then, but I didn’t want to let this be over yet. I needed to keep going. We had made the decision to come this far, to push all hesitation and questions aside and find this ledge where we now stood. Now I was ready to tumble over it together.
I took back control, wanting to awaken him the way that he had awoken me. Pressing on his chest, I turned Josh around and forced him down onto his back on the mattress. His thick, impossibly hard cock rose up and I accepted it hungrily. Wrapping my hand around the base of the shaft, I stroked him a few times until his eyes closed and I could see his hands tighten on the blankets to either side of him.
I reached forward and ran my other hand down his chest and belly, appreciating every beautiful, crafted inch. I wanted to please him as much as he had just pleased me, to give myself to him openly and without hesitation. I dipped my mouth forward and ran the tip of his cock across my lips. I savored the smooth, silky feeling of it and the salty-sweet taste of the drops of fluid that dripped from the slit onto my tongue. Josh drew in a sharp breath and I smiled.
I opened my mouth and brought Josh's cock fully into my mouth, letting it glide in against my tongue. As I explored every ridge, vein, and exquisite curve, I sought to memorize the feeling of him, wanting to be able to call back these moments in the dark, cold nights when I longed for him. I sucked him deeper into my mouth, allowing his cock to dip into my throat. He groaned and the rumbling, primal sound pushed me further, reigniting my arousal even more and deepening my desire to have all of him.
Josh's back arched, and he let out a deep growl. His hand cupped the back of my head to guide me into the pace that he wanted, and I happily complied.
"Stop," he suddenly gasped.
He grasped his cock above my hand and withdrew from my mouth. I looked up at him, concerned by his sudden and intense reaction.
"Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
Josh sat up and swept his arms around me, flipping us again so that I landed on my back on the soft bedspread.
“You definitely didn't do anything wrong, and that's the problem. You keep doing everything right and that's where we're going to end, and that's not what I want,” he told me before taking hold of my knees again and opening me to him again.
He paused and looked down at me, the expression on his face telling me that something had just occurred to him. I hoped it wasn't anything that would take him away from me yet.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked.
I felt my cheeks burn slightly, not because of the question, but because of what he might think of me.
“In my nightstand,” I said.
He crawled backwards off of the bed and walked to the nightstand. Opening the top drawer, he reached in and took out the unopened box. Without hesitation he opened the box and pulled out one of the foil packets. He came back to the side of the bed and I watched him tear the packet open with his teeth. I reached up and took the condom from him, wanting to put it on him myself. I felt my hands shaking slightly as I settled the condom on the tip of his erection and slowly unrolled it into place. When it was on him, Josh crawled back onto the bed and took his position over me again. His hands took hold of my legs again and he pulled me forward so that my legs fell onto either side of him.
I gasped and tilted my hips up, so he could enter me easily. The tip of his cock nuzzled my core and I felt a sudden swell of emotion surge through my chest. I hadn't expected that reaction and it took me aback. Though I had felt a strong draw to Josh from the moment I met him and my attraction to him had only gotten stronger the more time that we had spent together, I had been able to convince myself that it was primarily lust that had brought us here, until this point, but suddenly I knew that there was so much more in the balance.
Josh sank inside me and I watched his eyes close as if he was savoring every slick inch of my walls accepting him and cradling him close. For a few moments he simply held himself still, then he eased forward to sink deeper. I couldn’t tell if he was being careful not to hurt me, as though he thought I was delicate or could tell that my body was tight and neglected, or if he was trying to linger, to hold on to each second that our bodies were melded together.
As my body welcomed him, finally feeling fulfilled by the sense of fullness he created within me, my heart felt like it both flourished and broke in the same moment. I gave myself over to him, not knowing what was going to come next, not knowing how this was going to play out when we went back to reality, but not wanting to care. This moment was ours and I didn't want to sacrifice it. Josh’s hips rocked in controlled, rolling movements against me so that he sank deeper until finally he was settled as far as he could. When I had opened my body fully to him, Josh sat back on his knees and took hold of my hips, giving himself greater control and leverage so he could increase his speed and intensity.
My bedroom began to fill with Josh’s unbridled groans and I could see that he was losing control. I reached up and ran my hands down his body, indulging in the pure sensual pleasure of his sweat-slick skin. His thrusts grew harder and faster and soon I couldn't concentrate on anything but the deep, filling pleasure and I heard myself gasp, crying out as my body clenched and I tumbled into another earth-shattering orgasm.
As my body pulled Josh's deeper inside me, he let out a strangled cry and I felt his cock throb, meeting each of the spasms of my walls with his own pulses. He fell forward, swallowing hard as his body gradually cooled and relaxed. I wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck, stroking it tenderly both to calm him and to continue the blissful connection. I relished the delicious weight of Josh's strong, beautiful body pressing me down into the bed that was now warm and damp with our sweat, making me feel treasured and like I was floating away from the realities of life outside of this delirious moment.
The next morning, I woke with the wonderful heat of Josh's body molded around mine. I felt surrounded by the warmth and sweetly musky scent that still lingered in the air around us from the night before. He stretched like a big, happy cat and turned to kiss the side of my neck.
"Good morning," he murmured.
His voice was smooth and lazy with satisfaction, and I found myself wanting to coax it back into the huskiness of arousal that had hypnotized me the night before. I wanted to capture it again, to ensure that that first bolt of lightning wasn't a fluke or the only memory of his mind and body blending with mine that I would carry on with me. As if he had read my mind, Josh took hold of me and rolled me onto my back. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed before slipping beneath the covers the night before and he leaned forward to run his tongue along the side of one breast. His teeth nipped against my skin and I giggled, then gasped when he sank his teeth in slightly harder. Josh pushed back away from me and offered his hand to me as if in reciprocation for me doing the same the night before. I took it, allowing him to pull me out from the warmth of the covers and off of the bed.
I didn't know what to expect, but I was surprised when Josh dropped down to his knees in front of me. He pressed one hand to the middle of my chest and slid down until it reached the valley in between my hip bones. Josh applied pressure to one hip to turn me around, so my stomach was facing the bed. His hand flattened to my spine and press me forward so that I was leaned over the bed, my elbows rested on one of the pillows. His hand traveled down to my thigh and swept my leg up
, so it was propped on the bed side me. Before I could even process what was happening, I felt his tongue delve between my thighs and the heat of his mouth on my already wet and aching core.
In stark contrast to the night before, the attention of Josh’s tongue was fast and almost animal in its frantic pace. My body was still sensitive from the intensity of the night before and it took only seconds of his masterful mouth playing across my body before I felt myself rushing toward another climax that took my breath away. Just before I tumbled over the edge, though, Josh stood and stepped away from me. I heard him tear open a condom and then a second later, he plunged his hard cock into me, pressing me down into the bed with his body as he fucked me.
The angle ensured that every intense thrust hit my g-spot in a way that I had never experienced and suddenly I exploded, crashing into a wave of sensation that made me scream out and bite down into the covers to muffle the sound. Josh gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the tip through my folds, nurturing me as I continued to savor the orgasm. I groaned and arched my back to press toward him. As much as I was inviting him, Josh continued to tease me, but finally positioned the head of his erection against my opening and yanked my hips back, burying himself fully into me.
Without withdrawing, Josh guided my other leg up onto the bed so that I was on all fours, my knees spread wide beneath me and my chest rested against the mattress as he continued to support my hips. This new position created a sensation that was almost too much for me to stand. I felt Josh lean forward and run his tongue up along my spine so that his body enveloped me. The way he held me created an exquisite balance between rough, almost dominating control and tender, protective nurturing.
Josh thrust into me at a fast, intense pace, each stroke getting harder as though he were desperate for something. The more he thrust, the higher my sounds became and soon he moved his hand under my belly so that he could massage the pad of his thumb into my clit. Josh grunted deeply with each thrust until he slammed his hips forward suddenly in one final, impaling thrust.
The stroke was so intense it was almost painful, creating a sensation so mind-blowing that it sent me plummeting over the brink of oblivion and I gasped out his name. The spasms of my walls again met the frantic pulses of Josh's cock and I could feel him spilling into me.
A few minutes later we lay on the bed, our bodies tangled together as our heartbeats and breathing patterns gradually returned to normal.
“I should go home,” Josh said.
I lifted my head and looked at him sharply.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“I don't want to,” he said quickly, as if trying to backpedal and reassure me that we hadn't moved on to the 'thank you ma'am' portion of the encounter. “If I had my choice, I would have us stay right here in this bed for the rest of the day, only leaving it long enough to go get Thanksgiving leftovers from the refrigerator. But the thing is --- I think that I just heard the front door and I'm fairly certain that there is more than just one person in your living room right now.”
Chapter Fourteen
Josh
What was I doing?
This wasn't the plan when I went to Cristina's house the night before. All I wanted to do was bring her the gifts that she had left in the office and reassure her that Matteo would have the game that she so desperately wanted him to have. Seeing her in her home though, comfortable and vulnerable at the same time, was irresistible. I couldn't hold myself back when I felt her lean against me, her head coming to touch mine, crossing over the boundary that we had silently kept between us. I had finally felt released from Willa and that had opened me not to the possibility of Cristina, but the reality of her, the truth of what had been building inside of me for months.
Now as I stood in her bedroom, listening to the voices of her family members in the other part of the house, though, I wondered if I had really made the right choice. She had been so adamant about covering up the time that we were spending together when her sisters found us in the store, which made me wonder how she was going to react to even more of her family members finding us in what could really only be described as a compromising position. Explaining away us being there together by making up my plan to decorate the office for the holidays and throw a party for the employees had been easy. It was completely feasible and had inspired me to actually follow through with that plan and create a holiday celebration for the office.
But how the hell was I supposed to explain away being in her bedroom first thing in the morning?
Cristina was scrambling to get dressed, then she paused and undressed again. I dearly hoped that she wasn't suddenly feeling like round three. The potential of being caught by her family might have turned her on, but it terrified me, and no matter how much I had been hoping that we would be able to spend the day hiding in her bedroom, with maybe a brief interlude to the shower, I didn't think I would be the most exciting partner right at that moment in time.
"Give me five minutes to take a shower," she said.
"I'm supposed to just stand here while you take a shower?" I hissed. "What if they come in here?"
Her eyes flickered over to the door.
"Lock the door. I promise I don't have a key hiding under a welcome mat on the other side."
I shot her a playful glare and crossed the room in two long strides to turn the lock on the doorknob. By the time I turned around again, Cristina had gone into her adjoining bathroom and I heard the shower running. I waited for a few seconds, standing in the middle of the room and feeling fairly useless, then decided that if she was going to wash the evidence away on herself, I probably should as well. I stripped off the clothes I had thrown on, as fast as I could and entered the already steam-filled room. I could see her silhouette through the frosted shower curtain and I had to give my body a quick pep talk to remind it that we were in there to get clean and that was it. The gorgeous, almost painfully sexy wet naked woman in the shower was inconsequential and should be seen as nothing more than a very pleasant decoration. I pushed aside the curtain and she turned to look at me, the water streaming down her body.
Dear lord.
All sense of control and any worries about her family catching us completely disappeared. I no longer cared if they were standing just outside the door demanding to be let in. Cristina's eyes met mine and I saw the hunger there, the same intense need that sparked and flamed inside of me each time that I looked at her. It was as though my desire for her had been building since I first saw her and now it couldn't be contained.
I stepped under the water and allowed the hot stream to soak me, tilting my head back to enjoy the hard, massaging drops running through my hair and onto my back. Before I lifted it, I felt Cristina step up and touch her hands to the fronts of my shoulders. Her mouth touched the center of my chest and I groaned. Straightening, I reached forward and rested my hands to her hips. I guided her forward a few steps so that I was standing more directly in the water and watched her kiss her way down my chest and onto my belly. She reached up and took the bar of soap from the holder hanging on the wall, rubbing it between both hands before setting it aside again. The lather on her palms felt soft and slick as she brought her hands forward to cup my cock, washing it as she trailed her tongue along my belly and dipped it briefly into my navel. Her curious fingers explored my hardened shaft and along the edge of the engorged head before slipping back to tenderly stroke along my balls. The attention was at once incredibly nurturing and intensely erotic. I bit down on my lip, trying to control myself as she rinsed away the soap.
Cristina's hand wrapped around the base of my erection and I felt her stroke the tip across her lips. They were wet and warm, allowing our skin to glide across each other as her breath teased across the wet slit. Finally, her mouth opened and I felt the softness wrap around me. My hands had been hanging by my sides, but now I brought them forward to dig into her hair, both supporting and guiding her head as she sucked me with even greater confidence than the night bef
ore. Outside the bathroom I heard people calling for her and footsteps starting down the hallway, but it didn't deter her. She seemed to grow in intensity, the knowledge that they were approaching only boosting her urgency.
Her mouth moved along my cock in fast, smooth strokes, each accompanied by a hard suck on the head. I bit harder, not allowing myself to release the deep groans that were forming in my chest. Her hands ran up the backs of my thighs and gripped me closer to her, then swept around to the front so that her fingertips could play along the juncture between my hips and legs. They found my balls and one palm cupped them, gently kneading them as she increased her pace. The sensations were building rapidly, and I felt myself rushing headlong toward orgasm. I tried to pull her head back, to guide her off of me, but she wouldn't relinquish her position.
I heard a heavy knock on the door and Cristina increased her pace and depth again.
"Cristina," I moaned, wanting to warn her, to let her pull me out of her mouth, but she didn't.
Her fingers tightened on the back of one thigh again, the other hand grasping my shaft. I knew her intention now and I could no longer control myself. The climax rushed over me with a power that was breathtaking, and I felt my legs shake as the muscles throughout my body tightened. I flattened my hand against the wall beside me for support as I spilled into her mouth, feeling her eagerly drawing me in and swallowing. She murmured happily as her throat drew me deeper and then her mouth started to clean me. Withdrawing me slowly from her mouth, Cristina touched a kiss to my lower belly, stood, and kissed me.
"You finish up your shower. I'll divert them."
She climbed out of the shower and I heard her shouting through the bedroom door to her family that she would be out in a minute. The waves of pleasure were still trembling through me as I turned into the water and lazily ran the bar of soap over my body. The bright orange scent cut through the fog of afterglow and I felt more energized as I finished showering, got out, and dried off. All I had to put on was my clothes from the night before and I tried to shake them out before stepping into them, hoping to release at least some of the signs of wear.
