Page 105 of Dove
“I told you before, sweet girl, all you have to do is ask.”
His hands were big enough to cradle my head, keeping me locked in position as he slid deeper into my mouth. He took it slow at first, thrusting shallowly until I got the rhythm of swallowing him down just enough to avoid gagging. My jaw ached where he was practically prying it open. The sound of him sliding in and out was so obscene my blush refused to leave, each thrust wetter and sloppier than the next, precum and drool dripping down my chin.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Josh praised, one hand coming down to thumb where my lips were stretched wide around him. “You’reperfect.”
The ache between my thighs was unbearable now, throbbing in time with his movements. I shifted, slipping a hand down to press against my swollen clit, moaning around him as the firsttouch brought stars to my eyes. I’d never felt like this without being touched before, like I’d been through the longest round of foreplay and all it would take was a few touches to get myself off.
Alarm filled me as Josh withdrew from my mouth so abruptly I pitched forward, his hands leaving my hair to wrap around my biceps.
A surprised squeak flew from my mouth as I was forced up off my knees and spun around to face the shower wall so fast I nearly slipped. But I didn’t, because Josh had me, pressing me forward until my front was plastered to the cool tile. The spray of the water was still warm, but just barely, as it pounded down from above us, trickling between our flush bodies.
Before I could ask why he’d stopped, Josh’s hand cupped my jaw, turning my face back to accept his kiss. Not just any kiss, but a deep, filthy, biting kiss, the kind that took breaths away.
When he pulled back, my mouth was tender and sore in the best possible way.
“I like the taste of myself on your tongue.” He licked his lips and smiled so roguishly my heart forgot to do its job for a concerning beat or two. His erection was hard against my lower back, reminding me that he hadn’t finished.
“Why’d you make me stop?” I made to turn in his arms, but he wouldn’t budge from where he was bracketing me up against the wall. “Josh.”
Ignoring me, he leaned in closer so he could whisper huskily in my ear. “You weren’t getting what you needed, were you, baby?”
A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I realized what he was talking about. He’d noticed that I’d been trying to get myself off.
Oh god, kill me now.I rested my heated face on the cool tile, thankful I didn’t have to look him in the eye.
“Don’t be shy,” he rumbled against my cheek, like an incoming storm drawing closer. “It was fucking hot.”
His words were gasoline that fed the flames of my desire until they engulfed my entire body. His arms tightened around me, a tiny groan escaping his throat at my squirming.
I tried to remember how to string words together, but he was making it so hard.
“It wasn’t about what I needed.”
Josh made a disagreeing sound. “It’s always about what you need.” His hand came to rest around my throat like a necklace. “But that pussy’s mine, Dove.”
His other hand planted itself inches away from my face.
“I want to be the one to give you pleasure,” he said, breathing into the side of my neck, just behind my ear on the sensitive patch of skin that had a shiver dancing down my spine. “Which means the only fingers you’ll be coming on aremine.”
The hand mere inches from my face slid down the wall and out of sight. Josh’s breath along my skin was like the huff of a possessive dragon seeking treasure as his hand cut a path down my body. His rough knuckles skimmed tenderly over the swell of my breast before trailing down the curve of my stomach, finally reaching the apex of my clenched thighs.
My hands grappled along the wall, slipping from the condensation that formed on the slick tile as he cupped me, curling his fingers inward. Josh touched me like he’d been touching me for years. He circled my clit expertly, like he knew just how I liked it. Every teasing move of his fingers down my slit left me gasping, plastered between the wall and his body, praying Josh wouldn’t let me crumple into a pleasure-filled heap on the shower floor when my legs eventually gave out.
His presence behind me was practically scorching as he hunched over me, panting along the back of my neck. I shivered when he pressed biting kisses against my skin, his hips grindinginto my lower back, seeking his own pleasure while drawing out mine with skilled fingers. I reached up clumsily to wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, though I doubted there was even a millimeter of space left between us. My other hand slipped down the wall to find his arm, nails digging into his muscled forearm unwittingly as his fingers slid inside me, finding that spot like a heat-seeking missile, releasing a gasp so great it had me open-mouthed against the wall, eyes squeezing so tight stars exploded behind them.
“That’s it,” Josh coaxed, voice hoarse, as I shuddered apart in his arms. He pressed me further into the wall, his fingers tightening on the sides of my throat just enough to steal the air from my lungs. “Come for me, baby.”
Everything was too much and not enough. Pleasure clouded my thoughts in a haze until there was nothing but Josh. Josh and the constant press of his fingers as they plunged in and out of me. Josh and the thick pad of his palm as it rubbed my clit just right—until I couldn’t stop my hips from hitching forward. Josh and that damn intoxicating scent of his that overcame me, asphyxiating me until every sense was filled withJosh, Josh, Josh.
His face burrowed into my hair as I rode his hand, murmuring words I couldn’t concentrate on enough to make out. Pleasure mounted, spiraling higher as his hand worked me until it peaked and I was completely consumed. I threw my head back against his shoulder, shaking through a climax so intense all I could do was cry out his name—the only word I knew.
As if his name were a siren’s call, Josh jerked behind me, a low grunt spilling into the sound of my name on his lips. The rhythm of his hips faltered, then stilled, and his release coated my back in a rush of warmth, washed away moments later by the water cascading down upon us.
Wrapped up in Josh and riding a wave of pure satisfaction, I could have stayed in this moment forever. Josh was a heavyweight on my back, pressing lazy kisses into my neck, and for the first time since this all started, I let myself believe that this could be my life.
The cold rush of reality plunged in quite literally as the water turned from tepid to freezing in an instant. Josh cursed as I shrieked, shocked out of my floating daze by the jolt of frigid water, spell broken.
I scrambled to turn the water off as quickly as I could, dodging the remaining drops that fell from the showerhead as Josh pulled back the curtain and grabbed our towels. I reached to take mine, but he dodged my hands, instead helping to dry me off even as goosebumps covered his tan skin.
