by Marie James
I squeal when his teeth clamp down and his cheeks hollow as he sucks on my hardened bud. He releases me and raises his head, a satisfied smile on his face. “You have an amazing mouth.” I boast.
“May I take this off?” He indicates my bra as his thumbs each stroke over a nipple. I nod my agreement as I sit up, shrug off my shirt, and toss it on the table in front of the couch.
He licks and kisses my neck as he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. I let it slide down my arms, and he pulls it free.
“Mmm,” he moans, both of his hands on my ribs, just under my breasts. “Amazing.” He applies mild pressure against my ribs, telling me to lay back, the suede of the sofa soft against my body.
I reach for him and cup his face in my hands drawing his lips to mine, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. My hips rotate of their own volition and only settle when I feel a large hand grip my thigh. Kaleb pulls his mouth from mine to pepper my neck and collarbone with soft nibbles.
I close my eyes when his hot mouth wraps around my naked breast. His free hand plumps the other one. My hand attempts to grip in his hair, only to come up empty; his hair is too short to get around my fingers. They settle on his shoulders instead.
He runs his wet tongue along the center of my stomach; the air chills it, causing a violent shiver. “You cold, Mariposa?” I shake my head, now is not the time to worry about a blanket. “I think I know a way to warm you up.” He coaxes as his hands run up my thigh, raising my skirt, and exposing my skimpy panties. “Are you interested in finding out what it is?”
“Yes,” I answer quickly.
He looks down at the apex of my thighs. “I’d have to take these off.” His finger strokes me on top of my panties, and I moan. “Would that be okay?”
“Please,” I simper, ready for any idea he could possibly come up with.
I lift my hips as he slides his hands under my hips, allowing him to pull my panties free. He gently places them on my shirt on the table.
“Scoot up for me, Josie,” he commands huskily. I shift my hips back so I’m in more of a lounging position rather than lying flat on the couch. He glides his hands from my knees to the inside crease of my thigh refusing to touch me where I need him the most.
“Has a man ever tasted you, Josie?” he questions softly.
A smile spreads across his face when I shake my head no. “May I taste you, Josie?”
“If you want to,” I say on a heavy breath. “You don’t have to,” I add. The one guy I had drunken sex with never even offered.
“Oh, Josie.” He moans. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He slides his body back and settles between my thighs.
I feel the urge to close my eyes, but his eye contact with mine prevent me from looking away. His hot breath is ghosting over my most intimate parts, and my heart rate quickens. I didn’t even think it could beat faster than it already was.
Watching me, Kaleb flattens his tongue and sweeps it up my center. My hand flies out and grips his head, the feeling of his tongue on me the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt in my life. He delves in again, only this time he rakes over my entrance as well as my stimulated clit. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.
“Jesus, Josie,” he pants reverently before shutting his eyes and closing his mouth over my core. He devours me. I’m bucking and gyrating so much he forces my legs over his shoulders and snakes his arms up and over my hips to hold me in place.
The tingling sensations start at the tips of my fingers, toes and the follicles on my head and slowly make their way towards his mouth. The orgasm that’s creeping in is going to be monumental. Definitely, nothing I’ve would’ve been able to achieve on my own. The second he slips a finger inside of me, I explode. My back arches off of the couch as my body convulses against his mouth, my mouth opens in a silent cry, the release so intense no sound comes out.
I settle back against the couch, reveling in the periodic pulses that come from inside of me. Kaleb’s mouth is still clamped on to me, his tongue stroking me languidly. I see his eyes light up and his cheeks rise in a smile. I bite my lip unsure of how to act now. Do you say thank you after something like that?
I’m so thankful I want to bring him breakfast in bed or rub his feet or something. He pulls his mouth from me, but only a few inches. “You ready?” Before I can ask him for what, he flexes the finger that’s still inside of me sending another wave of heat down my spine.
I’m sure the answer is rhetorical when he begins to lap at my folds again; his single finger being joined by another thick digit has me throwing my head back and moaning loudly, finally finding my voice. He’s stroking something inside of me that makes me want to grind on his face forever and shove him off of me at the same time. I reach up and grab my own hair to have something to do with my hands, knowing pushing him away is honestly the last thing I really want to do.
His free hand caresses my side then plumps my breast. When his fingers find and pinch my nipple, I explode again. I feel him withdraw his fingers and place his mouth over my entrance, sucking and licking me. I’m boneless and have to beg him to stop when he begins lapping at my clit again, my body shuttering because of its sensitive state.
I watch through heavy eyelids as he kisses his way up my body, stopping briefly to worship each breast. My eyes flash big just before he slants his mouth over mine. Any preconceived notions or fear of kissing a man after he’s just done what Kaleb has done fly out the window when he pushes his tongue into my mouth. The mild tang of my juices flavoring his mouth only add to the bliss I’m feeling right now.
My hands are gripping his back, and my legs have managed to close around his hips. He pulls away too soon, panting like he’s just run a marathon.
“Did that warm you up, Josie?” He asks smiling down at me.
“Yes, thank you, Kaleb,” I reply with as much sternness as I can manage.
I run my hands down his stomach towards his zipper.
“Your turn,” I whisper with assurance even though I’ve never even come close to having a man in my mouth like that before.
“Josie.” He grunts, grabbing my hands and stopping their descent. “This isn’t tit for tat.”
“I may not be very good at it, but I want to try,” I pout when he tightens his grip on my hands when I try to pull them free.
“Not tonight.” He says and softens the rejection with a kiss as he guides my hands back around his neck. “I have a guest bedroom,” he says out of the blue. “You’re more than welcome to stay in there, but I was hoping you’d want to sleep in my bed. I’d love nothing more than to fall asleep holding you.”
I want to melt in his arms if that were even possible in my boneless state.
“I promise to be a gentleman,” he says persuasively.
“You don’t have to be,” I waggle my eyebrows at him and rotate my still naked body against him.
He groans. “Maybe you should sleep in the guest bedroom,” he teases.
I laugh. “Where ever you want me, Kaleb.”
Chapter 12
Kaleb
Where ever you want me, Kaleb.
Although I wanted to tell her I wanted her under me, I figured that was the wrong thing to say since I was the one who put the brakes on. Where the restraint is coming from I have no idea.
I back away from her, moving to get off the couch so we can make our way to the bedroom. I never should’ve looked down, but knowing she was open and still on display I couldn’t help it. I groan when I see her glistening flesh and lick my lips.
I dip my head, lowering to take her back in my mouth. I could spend my entire life between her thighs, drinking her down my throat.
“I don’t think so.” She grabs my head, preventing me from making contact with her delicate folds.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as my eyes dart from hers and back to her core, my mouth watering with the need to taste her again.
“If I can’t put my mouth on you, you can’t put your mouth on me.” She releases m
y head and folds her arms across her chest.
“How long do you think you can hold out, Mariposa?” I’m teasing her now, no way I’ll attempt to touch her again since she’s told me no.
She shrugs her shoulder and gives me a sly smile. “Can I hold you tonight?” I ask again, switching gears away from my desire to have her sit on my face.
“Please.” She answers.
I hold my hand out to her as I stand and grab her clothes off of the table. I tug her towards my bedroom, turning off lights as we go. I can hear Mia making her way behind us, knowing she will settle down again on her bed in the corner of my room for the night.
“I didn’t pack sleep clothes,” I inform Josie as we step into my room. “I guess you’ll just have to sleep naked.”
She steps away from me, and just as I think she’s about to protest, she reaches behind her, lowers the zipper on her skirt, and lets it fall to the ground. She’s facing the bed and the sight of her beautiful back, narrow hips, and smooth legs make me groan.
When she bends over to pick her skirt up off the floor, my cock jumps in my pants. Instinctively my hand reaches down and grips it. “That’s fine,” she replies as she walks her skirt to me and drops it on top of her other clothing in my hand.
I growl at her, drop her clothes on the dresser, and pull out a t-shirt. A very large t-shirt. One that ensures nothing will be peeking out once she has it on. “On second thought,” I say as I hand it over to her. She giggles and pulls it on over her head. It almost hits her at her knees. Much better.
She saunters back in front of me and reaches for the buttons on my shirt. “Josie.” I admonish mildly.
“Shhh, Kaleb. I heard what you said earlier.” She reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses my chin. “You’re overdressed.”
I stand stock still and let her unbutton my shirt. She runs her tiny, warm hands up my stomach and over my pecs, causing my muscles to bunch. I’m thick and hard as steel in my pants, and there’s no sense in even trying to hide it. She knows I want her.
Her hands run over my shoulders and down my arms, pushing the shirt free as she places a delicate kiss on the center of my chest. She gasps when she sees the circular scar under my right pec. “Kaleb?” She glances up, her face shrouded in fear and questioning.
“Not tonight, Mariposa,” I tell her.
“But sometime?” She asks as she kisses the wound.
I nod and let my shirt fall to the floor just as she bends her knees, and her tongue slides out, licking my stomach. “Fuck!” I hiss as my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My hands grip hers when she reaches for the top button of my pants. “I’m not, Kaleb,” she assures me. “Just taking your pants off.”
I release her hands and kick off my shoes as she works to release the button and then the zipper. She doesn’t move to take them off; rather she runs her hands down my back, sneaking them inside the elastic of my boxer briefs. Her hands grip my ass as she tilts her head back for a kiss.
I oblige. Who am I to deny her my mouth?
“Mmm,” she moans against my lips.
Pulling away from my lips, she draws her hands around my waist still under the band of my underwear. She pulls them free a mere inch or so from the tip of my throbbing cock. It’s my turn to groan. I can tell she’s going to torture me until I give in and I’d be a liar if I said that wasn’t going to be soon. Very soon as a matter of fact; just not tonight. Tomorrow maybe. I promise myself.
She licks my nipple as she pushes my pants over my hips. She slides down my body seductively as she reaches for them. I nearly fall over when I feel her nip my hip with her teeth. I can’t look down; there’s no way I could maintain my restraint if I saw how close her mouth was to my erection.
“Josie,” I grumble, reaching down and pulling her up by her shoulders. “In the bed,” I tell her as she turns and I give her a light slap on her ass. She giggles as I reach down and retrieve my own damn pants. She’s pushing me too far tonight; my cock begs me to listen to her.
Tomorrow.
In only my boxer briefs, I walk around to the other side of the bed and slide in behind her. Sleeping in the bed with her and not touching her would be an exercise in futility so I don’t even try. I slip in behind her, one arm under her head the other around her waist.
She hums her approval. “Thank you,” I whisper against her neck. The two words reflective of many things, her being here, her allowing me to hold her, her existence.
“You make me feel safe,” she responds quietly, and I hold her tighter.
Of all the responsibilities I have in my life, my job, my mother, Mia and so many others, Josie is quickly becoming my number one priority; knowing she feels safe in my arms makes it worth it.
She rotates her hips, applying pressure to the erection that refuses to leave. “Please don’t,” I beg.
Her giggle makes me smile, but I lean in and nip at her shoulder. “You’re driving me crazy,” I inform her.
“My evil plan is working then.” She grinds her ass harder against me.
“Now I’m a mission?” I can feel her nod her head. “And your goal, Mariposa?” I know what her goal is, but I’m dying to hear it from her lips.
“Operation Sex-Up Kaleb Perez,” she pants as I lick her neck and shoulder.
“Believe me, Josie I’m sexed up, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you.” I push my thick cock against the cheeks of her ass. “But I can torture you as well.” I slide my hand up her thigh and under the oversized t-shirt, slowly making my way to her breast. I roll her already tight nipple between my fingers and feel her body melt into mine.
“I’ll get you so worked up,” I bite her shoulder harder. “You’ll beg me to take care of you.” Her hips continue to rotate against me. If I don’t take control, she may actually win this battle of wills. I release her nipple and slide my hand down to the apex of her thighs, the promise of my touch cause her hips to still.
“You want me to touch you?” Her whimper is a huge ‘hell yes.’ She flexes her hips forward to try to deepen the touch. The move is anticipated, and I don’t allow it; she whimpers again. “Who’s in control, Josie?”
When she doesn’t answer, I slowly begin to withdraw my hand. “You are,” she finally moans.
“May I touch you, Josie,” I taunt her.
“Please.”
“May I slide my fingers into you, Josie?” I let my fingers graze her clit.
“Please!” She answers a little more forceful this time.
I roll further on my back and pull her with me, my thigh sliding between her legs from behind, opening her thighs. I press my fingers lower through her slick folds, and now it’s my turn to hiss. “You’re drenched, Mariposa.” I groan in her ear, my fingers sliding easily towards her entrance.
“Good eye, Detective,” she sasses.
With the arm wrapped around her back, I reach and pinch her nipple roughly. I resist the urge to tell her I’ll fill her mouth if she can’t keep it closed, but I don’t think she’s ready for that. On second thought, she’d probably agree and open wide.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask as I slide the tip of my finger into her heat.
“God, NO!” She rasps and shifts her hips again.
“Then be quiet, Josie and just feel,” I whisper in her ear. “Feel my fingers in you. Feel my lips on you.” I kiss and lick her neck. “I can’t wait to be inside of you, Josie. I can feel how tight you’re going to be.” I slip two fingers deeper. “You’re not ready for me that way. Mariposa.”
Her body quivers and I know she’s getting close; my cock thickens further. “I’d hurt you if we did that now. I’ll need control, and I’m barely hanging on to that now.” I curl my fingers to the front wall of her body and nearly come in my boxers at the sound she makes. “Fuck, Josie.” I pant in her ear. “Come for me,” I command.
Her body gives my fingers a long, hard squeeze before it begins to ripple in orgasm. Her release so strong her entire bo
dy has gone rigid. I continue to stroke in and out of her, relishing in the feel of her body grasping at my fingers.
When she whimpers and pulls away from my hand, I know she’s too sensitive to continue. I withdraw my fingers from her and bring them to my mouth, sucking and cleaning her slickness from them. I close my eyes and groan, her taste quickly becoming my favorite flavor.
Once my hand is clean, I wrap myself around her back. “I want to taste you,” she whispers.
“Soon,” I promise her on a yawn.
“Tomorrow?” she asks her voice full of hope.
“Tomorrow.” I agree before closing my eyes and falling asleep.
Chapter 13
Josie
I wake with a jolt, my nightmare clinging to me. Opening my eyes, I realize Kaleb and I have shifted in our sleep, and I’m lying across his chest as he sleeps peacefully on his back, his breathing soft and even. The covers have been kicked down revealing his hard-muscled chest and the delicious looking trail of hair leading the way to what I presume is a substantial penis. The memory of it against my hand last night almost makes me whimper.
I lick my lips as the urge to run my tongue down that little path hits me hard. He did say tomorrow, and since the sun is slowly coming up over the horizon, it’s now tomorrow. I reach down and gingerly pull back the sheet covering his lower half. The sight of this man in nothing but these black boxer briefs causes my core to clench without even being touched.
I lean over and press my lips just below his belly button, enjoying the feel of his warm skin against my lips. I’m trembling from a combination of nervousness and need. I run my closed lips up and down the line of hair, letting it tickle them. I pull my head away and look back at his face. His breathing remains steady, so I decide to continue.
I blow a hot breath over my cold fingers, figuring it would help not to startle him before I got started. I gently pinch the waistband of his boxers and pull them away from his body and down, uncovering his manhood. The sight of his thick erection forces me to believe he’s awake and just pretending to still be asleep, but he’s not so much as twitched a muscle since I woke up.
