Page 51 of Always Been You

My eyes fly open. This feels all too real to be a dream.

I look down my body and see Josh’s head between my thighs. When he notices me looking at him, he lifts his head with a mischievous grin as his finger continues to pump in and out of my wet pussy.

I feel myself building and building. I’m on the edge of the cliff. His head dips back down and his teeth scrape along my clit, sending me over into an all-consuming orgasm, calling out his name. He continues to work me as I slowly come downfrom the high.

Josh withdraws his finger and climbs up my body, placing kisses along my skin as he moves up. He flicks his tongue over each nipple as he reaches my breasts. He continues to kiss up my body until he reaches my lips. He kisses me deeply; I can taste myself on him as his tongue seeks every part of my mouth. His erection presses into my thigh. He breaks the kiss and plants a few chaste kisses on my lips.

“Good morning, babe,” he says when I open my eyes and connect with his deep green ones.

A smile spreads across my face. “Good morning indeed.”

I reach over to the nightstand as Josh did last night, and grab a condom before ripping it open with my mouth. Reaching between our bodies, I roll it down his erection as Josh places soft, slow kisses down my neck and across my collarbone. Once it’s on, he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts inside me. My hands move to his back, feeling his muscles move as he moves inside me. My eyes roll back in my head as he fills me.

He moves at a fast and unrelenting pace. “God, you feel so good, Olivia. So tight and warm,” he moans into my ear. He lifts himself up, keeping us connected as he lifts my hips. His pace picks up. His thumb moves to my clit and circles it, applying just the right amount of pressure to it.

“Look at how well you take me, Olivia,” he groans as I tighten around him. His thumb continues to work my clit, my pussy clenches his cock, and my hands fist the sheets.

“That’s it, be a good girl and come for me, Olivia.” His words send me over the edge and stars burst in my vision.

Once I’m coherent again, Josh pulls out of me. “On your knees.”

I comply as quickly as my satiated body will let me. Once I’m on my knees, he places his hands between my shoulderblades and pushes my face into the mattress. I feel so exposed, but so desired at the same time. I comply, twisting my head to the side as I arch with my chest pressed against the mattress and my ass in the air.

He repositions himself at my entrance and grips my hips so tightly that I know that there will be bruises, but I want those bruises. I want that reminder of how much Josh wants me at this moment. He thrusts into me, reaching a spot deeper than he did last night. I moan his name as he works in and out of me.

“God, Olivia. You look so good taking my cock like this. Such a good girl.”

I clench around him. His words make me wetter than I already was. I can hear how wet I am as he continues to fuck me from behind. I feel a hand come down on my right ass cheek as the sound reverberates through the room. I moan at the feeling. His hand rubs at the sting, soothing it.

“Do you like that, Olivia? Do you like when I spank you while I fuck you from behind?”

I moan at his words, surprised by the effect they have on me.

He spanks me again, “Words Olivia. Tell me how much you like it.”

“I…I… I love it, Josh,” I breathe out before his hand connects with my ass again, sending me right over the edge in the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had.

My vision goes black and all I see are spots of white. I feel liquid gush down my thighs as my pussy tightens around Josh. He groans my name as he comes with me, leaning over my back, panting.

He places soft and reverent kisses along my back before he pulls out of me slowly. I mewl at the feeling of losing him. He lies beside me, staring at me. His chest rises and falls, and I lower my hips down to the mattress and feel a wet spot.

Josh reaches over and brushes my now unruly, just fucked hair behind my ear before giving me a quick kiss.

“I’m going to shower before we head out for breakfast.”

I smile and nod. He gets off the bed and heads into the washroom. My legs feel like jelly, but as soon as he’s inside, I quickly shuffle off the bed and see a giant wet spot. I don’t know what happened, but I remove the sheets and throw them into a pile on the floor at the foot of the bed and then pad into the washroom behind Josh.

He’s standing in the shower with his head back under the water. I stand there for a few seconds, enjoying the view of the water running down his body, and how the droplets move through the creases of his muscles. Stepping into the shower, I reach for his soap, rubbing it between my hands to get it sudsy. I wash his chest. Josh smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, kissing me. After the kiss, I move my way down his taught stomach and his legs.

When I make my way back up his body, I give him a quick kiss before having him turn and give me his back; I repeat the same process with his back, making sure that he’s clean before I reach for the shampoo and start massaging it into his scalp. I’ve always enjoyed having my hair played with and my scalp massaged. Washing Josh in the shower and washing his hair feels more intimate than the sex we just had.

When I’m done, I move him under the water, running my fingers through his scalp, helping the shampoo rinse out. I pull him out of the water, reach for my conditioner and add it to his hair.

I then reach for my bar of soap and Josh silently takes it out of my hand and does the same thing for me, washing every inch of my body slowly and with care. When he finisheswith my body, he moves on to my hair, massaging my scalp with shampoo, and then applies conditioner to the ends of my hair. Once I rinse my hair, Josh pulls me close to his body, resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. I close mine too and just enjoy the feeling of being under the water with Josh.

“I’m glad we’re here,” he whispers.

I open my eyes and look at him. There is so much behind his beautiful eyes, but I can’t fully decipher it. “Me too,” I whisper back.

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