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He glances up. “Please, what?”
“Sir?”
He chuckles. “Lexi, that isn’t what I meant. You don’t have to call me Sir.”
“What if I want to?”
“Then you can, but just know every time you speak, my dick gets harder for you by every passing second.”
Oh, holy shit.
He brushes my clit with his tongue and I groan. Dipping his head, he lowers and licks through my slit, circling it as he repeats the motion, and I don’t know how gravity is still holding me up.Seeing Josh on his knees, in his sweats, rain still dripping from his wet hair, eating me out against the door because we’re too horny to get to the bedroom… well, it has me all undone.
“Oh,” I cry. “Ohhh, Josh.”
When he inserts a finger inside me, I groan. I grip his shoulder with my other hand, my fingers digging in, telling him I like it.
“Words,” he mutters. “Use your words.”
“Right there, oh yes, right there. That feels so good.”
He inserts another finger, in no freaking hurry to get me off, and continues to nibble at my clit while I fail to breathe like a rational human being.
I can’t hold on. I won’t. I don’t have to. With Josh, everything is so easy.
“Let go,” he tells me. “Come on my tongue, Lex. Let me hear you scream my name.”
And I do. I’m sure several other suburbs hear it, too. I grip his hair even tighter as I combust, my orgasm rolling through me like I’m the possessed one.
He nuzzles his nose into my pussy as he smiles, breathing me in. “You taste so good. I wish I’d have been braver sooner.” He glances up. “Forgive me?”
“As if there’s anything to forgive,” I breathe.
I yank on his shirt as he stands, needing to feel his hands and mouth on me once more. His lips find mine and he kisses me so slowly, so dirty that I might fall into a puddle right here, right now. “You know what I love most about you, aside from how good you taste?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
He smiles against my lips. “How these curves drive my dick insane. I need you naked.”
Hearing him talk about me like that sends a heatwave through my body. I’ve always been self-conscious being a biggergirl, but none of that seems to matter with Josh. “If you’re going to get me naked, I want you naked, too,” I say. “I also would like to have my turn at making you feel good.”
He cups my face. Gah, I love it when he does that. “You already do.”
I stroke my hand down his chest, find the hem, then shrug the shirt up over his body.
Oh, holy Jesus. It seems I’d temporarily forgotten about seeing Josh without a shirt on earlier, but up close and personal? This man is stacked.
“I love it when you take charge,” he mutters into my hair before kissing me on the forehead.
“Good, then kick off your sneakers and drop your pants. I want to say hi to that missile in your underwear.”
He starts to laugh. “So much for you not being bossy in the bedroom, huh? I never knew I liked that, but it seems to be growing on me.”
I smile, too, then sober when he makes no move to do what I said. “Hurry, Joshie. We don’t want to keep a hungry girl waiting, do we?”
Chapter Seventeen
JOSHUA
