Page 141 of Dove
“It’s your first time.”
Was he reminding me, or was he trying to remind himself?
Because I certainly didn’t need reminding.
“I’m not a porcelain doll, Josh,” I bit out, frustrated. He cared about my virginity more than I did at this point.
His kiss-swollen lips frowned down at me. “I didn’t say you were.”
“Despite what you might think, I don’t need gentleorslow.” No part of mewanteditthat way. I wanted him losing himself above me, over me, in me. I wanted that soreness to linger into tomorrow as I worked around the farm, a twinging hurt as proof that he’d finally made me his in every way.
“Let me be the one to figure out what you need,” he demanded with a growl in his voice. His hands slid down the curve of my shoulders to cup my breasts, running his thumbs teasingly over my taut nipples, drawing a low gasp from me that stole the protest straight from my lungs. Not that Iwantedto protest. I wasn’t entirely sure why I was pushing him, other than hoping it brought him closer to giving me what I wanted, which was him inside me.
He brought his head down until his lips were brushing mine. This close I could see his eyes had been consumed by his hunger, dark and wild.For me.
I trembled. Seeing him that affected just by touching me, kissing me, would never get old.
“MaybeIdon’t want to rush this,” he confessed huskily before he sucked at my bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth as he rolled my nipples between his fingers. It only fanned the already out of control flame razing me, making me even more desperate as I squirmed beneath him. When he released my lip with a wet pop a whimper escaped.
“I’ve waited a long time to have you under me, Dove.” He nipped at my swollen lip. “I’ll take however long I like because I want to savor every delectable inch of you.”
His voice was deeper than I’ve ever heard it before, full of lust and a hint of dominance that always seemed to creep out whenever he had me under him.
“Josh,” I protested, unable to take the tortuous pace I knew he was about to set. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please,” I rasped. “Fuck me.” I couldn’t even find it in me to be embarrassed. The hollow ache inside me grew every moment he wasn’t in me. I loved Josh for being so concerned, I really did, but the only thing he should be concerned about was me combusting from sexual frustration.
The hands cupping my breasts moved on, caressing over my stomach, ghosting over the curve of my hips until they reached my thighs. He urged them wider so he could settle more comfortably between them.
“Oh, I’ll fuck you.” His words were a sultry promise. “But first I want to get you nice and ready for me.”
He pressed a quick peck to my lips before he followed the path his hands had taken. Laying kisses down the line of my jaw, he worked his way to my chest. I wasn’t typically loud during foreplay, but Josh had the ability to coax sounds out of me I’d never made before. As he mouthed at my breasts and his hands pawed at my thighs, I struggled to stay quiet. I didn’t even know why I was trying, not when the only audience we had werethe stars winking themselves into existence across the sky and whatever wildlife was currently prowling the forest surrounding us.
The sounds I normally held back escaped my throat freely as he took a nipple into his mouth andsucked. They were tight and sensitive from his continued teasing, making the assault a sharp, delicious hurt. My clit throbbed with neglect as another white-hot streak ofwantcoursed through my body. I shook with it as he continued to worship my breasts, suckling and nipping back and forth, leaving bites across my chest that ached dully as he continued to dole out equal attention between the two.
I wanted his mouth on me,of course I did, but this was agony; a pleasurable torment.
A broken sound escaped me. “Stopteasing. I can’t take it.”
“Who said I was teasing?” he spoke into my skin, purposely rasping his stubble back and forth along my sensitive flesh. I nearly sobbed in relief when he moved on, planting kisses down until his tongue was dipping into my belly button. My stomach swooped at the sensation. “I’m just enjoying you.”
“Enjoy me faster,” I groused, prodding his shoulders. He wasso closeto where I wanted him, mere inches away.
He lifted himself away from me, and panic rushed through me.
“Sorry, sorry,” I hurried to apologize. “I’m not rushing you.”
Well,tryingnot to.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands caressing up and down the outside of my thighs. I flushed at his praise, and at the fact his gaze was nowhere near my eyes. “Because you’re not something that should be rushed.Ever.”
The conviction in the tone of his voice had me swallowing around the emotion clogging up my throat. Josh made me feel like the most precious thing in the world. Better yet, he had mebelieving it.
“Now let me enjoy you properly.”
With that he dove down, finally giving me what I desperately wanted. All my breath left me in a whoosh as his tongue licked a line up my slit, stopping to expertly circle around my clit. My thighs twitched around his shoulders, so broad they kept me spread for him. I burrowed my head back into the blankets, writhing, my hands seeking purchase as he overloaded me with pleasure he’d been teasing me with all day.
