Page 104 of Dove
“Only you,” I promised, voice thick and throaty from the taut position and my arousal, which had been fanned from flickering embers into a full-blown flame.
I’d never been so turned on, and all he’d done was pull my hair a little.
Wasevery timeJosh touched me going to feel this charged and amped up? I’d never experienced anything like this before. Every pore on my body came alive at his touch, sensitized andtingly, like I was a live wire, and Josh was coaxing the spark out of me. My heart was palpitating in my chest so hard it was slightly concerning, and the throb between my thighs was damn near painful.
It was becoming very clear I’d been with mediocre men up to this point.
Despite my strong reaction, I forced myself to focus. Right now wasn’t about me. Josh had already given me two amazing orgasms. It was his turn now.
I made sure to rinse my hands of soap before touching him, my hand shaking with a slight tremor as I glided it up his thigh, strong muscles twitching beneath my touch as I trailed it higher. The hiss of breath Josh released when I finally wrapped my fingers around him was satisfying and calmed my nerves somewhat. I wanted him to be affected by my touch as much as I was to his. Clearly, I didn’t have to worry, not when the thickness of him was silky soft but rigid as steel in my palm, hot enough to brand.
I leaned forward to give him a cursory lick, squeezing experimentally as I did. The hands in my hair remained but loosened as Josh practically liquefied into the shower wall, the lines of his abdomen tensing. Watching him react to my ministrations filled me with an intoxicating, heady feeling, and the hesitancy I’d been filled with evaporated completely. Drawing him deeper into my mouth, I used what little knowledge I had to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel.
“Dove.”Hearing my name spoken like that, like it was both a prayer and a curse, sent a thrill through me. I’d done this in the past because I felt obligated, but there was no obligation here. Iwantedto drive Josh to the brink of insanity, to unravel him piece by piece until the only parts left of him were the secret, hidden gems he kept buried deep inside. I wanted to pick open the lock where they were stored and free them.
I may have been the one of my knees, but I’d never been more in control.
Hollowing my cheeks, I applied just enough suction to leave Josh trembling. When I pulled back and swiped my tongue along the thick vein running along the underside, his hands spasmed in my hair where they were gently tangled. His hold was respectful, not forceful, allowing me to set the pace, but a twisted part of me wanted him to grab me, force me,use me, despite hating it in the past. Josh was shattering everything I thought I knew when it came to sex like it was his own personal glass ceiling.
I bet if he fucked my face, I’d love it.
My face heated at the thought, and I kept it just that: a thought.
I risked a peek up at him, and the long line of this throat had me wanting to rise and sink my teeth into it. His head was thrown back in ecstasy, Adam’s apple bobbing, as if I was a professional at this and not some fumbling half-virgin. The throaty groan he emitted when I laved at the slit of his cock had me squirming, causing a warmth to rush over me that had nothing to do with the steam of the hot shower gathering around us.
Empowered by his response, my confidence grew, and the hand not currently wrapped around him edged toward his hip, urging him forward, deeper into my mouth.
“Fuck—” The strangled word tore from him as he slid deeper down my throat, causing me to gag.
“Shit,” he swore, easing off, his glazed eyes falling to mine. Hands that had tightened in my hair loosened and slipped free. “Sorry.” A few remaining suds slide down his flushed, heaving chest. I liked this look on him: ruffled, wild, affected—byme.
I leaned back on my heels and he slipped from my mouth, but I kept my hand firmly wrapped around the base of him, slowly stroking.
“Nothing to be sorry for.” Maintaining eye contact, I tipped forward to plant a kiss to his stomach, ignoring the aching, swollen shaft just inches from my mouth. “I liked it.”
I nuzzled the crease of his thigh, not shy, per say, but still a little out of my element. It was easy to tamp down the self-consciousness when Josh was losing it above me, but now that his intense gaze was focused on me it felt like the brightest of spotlights.
“Doyoulike it?” I found the courage to ask, my lips grazing over the skin of his hip. I refrained from asking if I was doing okay, like this was some test I was worried I’d fail. I mean, Iwasslightly worried, but I didn’t want him to know that.
“Do I like it?” he echoed in disbelief. I tracked a stray droplet of water as it ran a path down his skin. “Dove, your mouth is downright sinful.”
I pressed my smile into his skin, pleased to know I’d pleasedhim.My stomach swooped when his hand came down to stroke the wet strands of my hair back away from my face tenderly.
“You could bite my dick off and I’d thank you for it.”
Laughter escaped before I could reel it in. “I don’t think that would be conducive for either of us.”
“Ohh.” His eyes glinted playfully. “Bringing out the big wor?—”
His teasing turned into a groan as I swallowed him down again, doubling my efforts. As much as I was enjoying this, my knees were starting to ache, and we didn’t have much longer before we’d be surprised by an unpleasant change in water temperature.
With his words of reassurance echoing in my head, I grabbed for his hands and guided them back to my hair, hoping he’dread my mind and go for it. Instead, his hands stayed there, just resting on my hair. But I wanted more than that. The flick of my tongue along his slit had his fingers jerking, but still he held back. I exhaled through my nose, relaxing my throat as I took him deeper, giving just the barest hint of teeth?—
The sharp tug of my hair as his fingers buried deep in the strands to pull me closer had me choking on a whimper as pleasurable tingles erupted over my scalp. I waited for the feelings I’d experienced in the past to rise within me, the panic to start at knowing I was more out of control than in, but it didn’t come. Josh’s grip was strong, but not overly rough, as he took control.
Josh’s voice was a sinful murmur above me as he coaxed me into taking more of him little by little. “Is this what you wanted, little dove? For me to take control and fuck that pretty mouth of yours?”
My whole bodylit upat his words, as if he had pressed a giant “On”button I had no clue existed.
