Page 162 of Dove
His dark gaze flitted down to mine. Calloused, hardworking hands framed my face, his fingers cradling my jaw, his thumbs tracing the corners of my swollen mouth.
“You keep that up, I might not have any left,” he warned thickly. “They’ll be sucked out through my dick by that smart mouth of yours.”
Smirking, I licked a path up the underside of him, the vein there prominent and throbbing. His fingers flexed, a weight on either side of my head, but not a hindrance. Josh let me set the pace, but I could tell he itched for more as my mouth engulfed him. It reminded me of when I’d been on my knees for him in the shower, and how he’d taken control then.
I relaxed my throat, taking more of him. Josh was definitely more of a giver than a taker, so I hadn’t had much practice yet on deepthroating him, but I was getting there. I was determined to get there.
“That’s it,” he encouraged in a husky whisper that had my own need flaring. “Just like that, pretty girl.”
His words had me groaning around him, my knees shuffling on the hay-strewn floor as the seam of my jeans teased me torturously. I wanted to snake a hand down and ease the throb, but this was about Josh right now, not me. He’d given me a mind-shattering orgasm, now it was his turn.
I pulled back, my tongue swirling around him, before hollowing my cheeks again. This time, when his fingers flexed, I reached up and encouraged him to guide me.
Mouth full of him, my eyes flicked up to his questioning ones. I nodded as much as I could, giving him permission. He groaned, hips rocking forward.
“You’re killing me,” he panted. “Absolutely killing me with how perfect you are.”
His words had my heart dissolving in my chest like sugar in water, a warmth that spread through my ribcage and farther down.
But it was soon replaced with an inferno of heat as his hands cradled my head firmly, holding me stationary, his hips pressing forward until my breathing was closed off, my jaw aching, my gag reflex nearly acting up until he pulled back.
It continued like that, his movements slow and methodical, a deep rocking that had my eyes closing and my mind quieting, knowing Josh was in charge and all I had to do was suck and lick and make him feel good.
“You're taking me so well,” he praised, his voice the embodiment of carnal desire. It had me longing for a dark room and endless time, so I could spread out on soft sheets and let him have me how he wanted me. “You’re my perfect wet mouth, aren't you, baby? That’s all you gotta be for me right now, isn't it?”
Holy shit. Josh had the dirtiest mouth, and Ilivedfor it.
A full body tremor rocked me, and a whimper caught in my throat, his dick keeping it from escaping. My hands had migrated to the back of his thighs, nails biting into denim as he used me.
It wasn’t much longer until Josh was warning me of his impending release, his grip on me relaxing, giving me the option to pull back if I wanted, but I remained right where I was—cradled in his firm, strong hands. Showing him I wasn't going anywhere, I pushed closer, taking him deeper, testing the limits of my gag reflex. I never wanted to be apart from Josh, noteven for this. I wanted to swallow everything he had to give me, absorb him into my body so that maybe a part of him would live inside me forever and never leave.
My name spilled from his lips in a hoarse groan as he spilled across my tongue, his hips stilling as he held me in place, not quite flush to my face but damn close.One day, I promised him silently.One day I’ll take you all the way down my throat.
I licked up as much as I could as he slipped from my mouth, my tongue teasing the underside of him in a way that had him hissing with sensitivity. I grinned up at him, wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand.
He tucked himself back into his pants, his head giving a disbelieving shake, chest filling up with air as he caught his breath. “You’re trouble.”
My knees ached from kneeling, so I settled back to sit on my tucked legs. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, tasting the remains of his bitter release. “You like it,” I countered.
He reached for me and my eyes fluttered shut as he caressed my cheeks. I couldn’t quite resist nuzzling into his palms, but then, I didn’t really want to, either.
“I do,” he admitted, just as soft as his touch. “Too much, sometimes, I think.”
He helped me up before I could say anything in return, hands sweeping across my jeans to brush away dirt and stray hay. After he was done tidying me up, my arms snaked around his stomach and tugged him close. “You know I like when you’re like that, right?”
His gaze flitted away guiltily.
Aha, I knew it.
“Really, I don’t mind,” I insisted. “I...actually like it. A lot.” I ignored the heat that flooded my face, the embarrassment those words caused even though I wasn’t embarrassed I liked it.SayingI did, however...
He sighed, his exhale loud in the quiet of the barn. The tension around us was gone. In its place was a calm that had me reluctant to go back to work. When he didn’t say anything, I squeezed his middle so tight he wheezed out a huff of laughter.
“You just bring something outta me,” he finally admitted, arms coming to wrap around me in return. “I mean, I maybe said a few things here and there when I was...”
With other girls, my traitorous mind supplied.
“But nothing like that,” he finished hastily. “You just get me going, Dove. I don’t know what it is.”
