Page 84 of Dove
When his hand finally slid into my underwear, I gasped into his mouth. He used the opportunity to delve his tongue inside, so tender and loving compared to Torrence’s overeager conquest. He bit my bottom lip softly, then licked the sting away, our ragged breaths mingling as his fingers crept farther down.
“Fuck.” His body sagged against mine, his forehead resting against my temple. “You’re so wet.” His voice was a pained rasp, and my body responded to the sound like Pavlov’s dogs, growing wetter in response.
“Is this all for me?” Josh asked, a hint of jealousy hidden in his tone.
Did he really thinkanyof this was for Torrence?
I could’ve laughed. None of my arousal had anything to do with him. I’d been so dry, I was afraid all his rubbing might start a brushfire, whereas one touch from Josh and I was practically a fire hydrant.
“Yes.” I turned my head and captured his lips again, unable to resist, because they were addicting, and Icould. Every moment of this felt surreal, like I was merely sleeping and any minute I would wake up to find it had all been a dream. “I’malwaysthis wet for you, Josh.”
Josh groaned, deep and gravelly. “You can’t just say shit like that.” But my words did the trick, reassuring him enough that he straightened, looming over me once again as his hand slipped farther down through coarse curls to finally circle my clit.
My eyes squeezed together tightly at the sensation as my head titled back, a rush of air leaving me. His touch was better than any daydream or fantasy I could have possibly conjured.
As if reading my mind, Josh murmured, “I’ve thought about this, aboutyou, for so long.” His hand kept up its torturous ministrations, rubbing lazily as he talked, drawing tremors out of me as the pleasure mounted gradually. “I’ve had plenty of time to think about what I would do to you if I ever had you.”
If.
That one word reminded me that he’d left, that he’d given me up?—
His fingers drew back and slapped my clit, as much as they could in the confides of my shorts. I inhaled a sharp breath at the zing of pain that jolted through me.
“None of that,” he chided. He leaned in to lick at the seam of my lips, causing me to moan and open for him, my indignation from a moment ago forgotten. He kissed me like he was thirsty—taking deep, drawn-out sips that stole pieces of me with each swipe of his tongue against my own.
My chest heaved as we separated, my eyes instantly drawn to his handsome face. I’d never seen him look like this before. Josh’s lips were puffy, and his eyes blazed with desire, causing my stomach to flip at the hunger in their depths. I couldn’t help but wonder what I must look like to cause that expression. I imagined my cheeks were flushed where his stubble had rubbed against them, my lips swollen from his biting kisses, my shorts open and inviting. My breasts strained against my top as I caught my breath. I bet I looked as wrecked as I felt.
“Now be a good girl and ride my hand.”
Without warning a finger entered me, causing a deep groan to punch out of me at the intrusion. His fingers were just as thick and broad as he was, and it had been a while since I’d had anything in me.
I could count on one hand the number of men I’d fooled around with before Torrence and I hooked up. It had been semi-regular for a while, until mom got sick, and I’d become too busy with the farm to do anything at the end of the day other than crash into bed.
As his earlier moves demonstrated, he’d never been particularly amazing at getting me off, and I’d never allowed him to go all the way.
Not when I’d been saving that for the man in front of me.
The pressure and stretch of Josh’s finger was more than welcome, coaxing the desire in my belly to grow as his thumb rubbed over my clit maddeningly slow.
“Tell me what you need,” he demanded, pairing it with a slow curl of his finger inside me that had me whimpering and squirming in his hold.
There he was again, asking me to say these things. I shook my head, hitching my hips into the press of his finger.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Is one finger enough? Will that get you there, little dove?”
I whimpered at his words, at that damn nickname, at his voice I barely recognized, dripping in sin and sex. But the answer was itwasn’tenough. There was still an ache in me his finger wasn’t filling, and the lazy press of his thumb wasn’t doing it for me, only sliding over my clit when I nudged my hips forward.
“No.”
“No? I wonder what could fix that,” he wondered, sounding amused.
“More fingers,” I gasped, the heat building inside me nothing compared to the heat spreading across my face. I hid, tucking my face into the crook of my arm as my hips continued to move, shamelessly chasing something that still wasn’t enough.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Satisfaction dripped from his smug voice. “All you have to do is ask.”
Another finger slid into me, and I bit down on my lip, the pain from that overriding the stinging stretch of his fingers. It faded quickly into pleasure as he crooked them, hitting that perfect spot inside of me I struggled to find on my own.
“Oh,” I breathed. “Josh.”
