Page 50 of Just Joshing
Unless she asks me to.
"Well, that depends on you, Pecas." I growled, unable to clear the huskiness from my voice. "I can set you up in one of the spare rooms."
"Or…?" She whispered, her chest brushing mine as she swayed a little closer.
My hands settled on her hips, holding her a fraction away from me. This had to be her decision.
"Or," I whispered, dipping my head to press my forehead to hers. "You can share with me."
She slid her nose along mine, her lips a tantalizingly short distance away. "Are you a blanket hog?"
"Horribly so," I admitted. "You'll have to cuddle close the whole night."
Her lips found mine. I could taste the sweetness of her desire, the richness of her need. I'd spent a week pursuing her, wooing her. We had a head start on most new relationships. We could skip the formalities – we knew each other’s family, we knew each other’s history. Our relationship had a comforting newness to it. Everything felt familiar, but there was an edge of deliciously new tension. The only things that remained hidden were our desires, secrets, and memories we hadn't shared because I'd been too fucking stupid to try.
I wouldn't make that mistake again.
Her tongue tangled with mine as I backed her up against a wall in the entry. Her hands clutched at my sides, bunching the shirt. Mine slid in opposite directions, one hand moving to grip the cheek of her ass, the other sliding up to bury in her hair. I feasted on her mouth, loving her taste, her feel, her little moans and whimpers. Her body rocked against me, needing me to satisfy her ache.
I couldn't help the primal surge of satisfaction that hummed through my veins when she whispered breathily, "please, Josh."
I'd give it to her. I'd give her everything she wanted. I'd waited far too long to fuck this up.
I pushed a thigh between her legs, boosting her up. She rocked on me, hands now pulling at my shirt, desperate to remove it.
"Uh, uh," I tutted, pulling back. "Not yet."
She whimpered a protest, eyes closed tight as she rode my thigh.
"Pecas, you need to-"
"Wh-what does that mean?" She stuttered out, her eyes slowly opening. They had a dazed, glazed look, desire rampant in their depths. "Pecas, you call me that all the –"
"Freckles." I dropped suddenly to my knees, a hand moving to her belly to hold her steady. "They’ve been all I can think about since the coffee shop."
"My… freckles?" She asked, her voice both aroused and confused. Her hands fell to my head, tangling in my hair.
"These," I dropped both hands to her left ankle. Slowly, I lifted her foot, undoing the straps and discarding the wedge. I placed her foot on my shoulder, pressing slow lingering kisses up her calve. "Right here." I whispered, ducking my head to lick the two freckles that had mercilessly teased me for weeks. Her skin puckered with goosebumps as I laved the two distracting spots.
"These," I pressed a kiss to one. "Are," I pressed a kiss to the other. "All," I continued to alternate kisses. "I can think about. They've driven me wild, hermosa." I pulled back, looking up at her, watching while my hands slowly grazed up the inside of her thighs.
"He querido besar estos mientras pongo mis dedos dentro de ti. Me he imaginado haciéndote venir, preciosa. He fantaseado con esto cientos de veces. Estas Pecas, tus piernas, tu bello cuerpo. Cada parte de ti mía."
"I don't know what you said." She whispered, her voice heavy with desire.
"I'm going to lick you until you come on my tongue." I replied. I hooked a finger, pulling aside her underwear. Pink and wet, her curls damp with need, she panted, her fingers clenching in my hair as I leaned in, breathing her deep.
"Ah, mi corazón." I murmured, shifting forward. "You destroy me."
She gasped as my tongue flicked against the seam of her thigh. I traced her, teased her, building her need.
She tasted better than I'd ever imagined. I rolled my tongue, testing her, listening to the tell-tale signs of what she liked. This spot and this pressure, that lick with a small curl. I drove hermindlessly, pushing her to the brink and bringing her back time and again, unwilling to let this end, unwilling to let her come until I'd had my fill and she remembered nothing but me and my mouth.
Finally, unable to stand her begging any longer, I curled a finger inside her, searching. She gasped, clutching my hair, her body seizing.
Ah, there you are.
My tongue danced across her clit while my finger stroked her, bringing forward a crashing orgasm. She shuddered around me, her body bowing off the wall, her pussy clenching, spasming around my finger.
