Page 142 of Dove
I was all cut off moans and half-formed pleas, my mind unable to form a single thought beyond what his mouth was doing to me. Josh groaned, as if the sounds falling from my lips were torturing him.
Josh knew what I liked, alternating between sucking gently and laving at my clit with the flat of his tongue. He’d learned quickly that I didn’t like too much pressure at first, so he started off slow, working me until my hips were hitching up to seekmore. Only then did he press down harder, his face all but smothered between my legs. I’d be worried about his ability to breathe, but I honestly couldn’t find myself to care right now. He just better not pass out before I manage to come. I was right there, creeping closer to the glorious edge that would drop me off into beautiful euphoric oblivion.
One of his hands left where they were kneading my hips to tease at my opening, running up and down until his finger slipped easily inside. At this point I was so slick with my need for him I imagined he could have easily moved on to three, but if Josh was anything he was conscious of not hurting me.
Hence us going as slow as molasses when all I wanted him to do was hold me down andtake me.
“More,” I pleaded. “I can take mo—” His finger crooked and my words cut off abruptly into a gasp as pleasure spread throughout my body like liquid heat.
He chuckled against me as I lost the ability to speak, the hum of his laughter adding to the pleasure his tongue was bestowing on me.
I barely registered the loss of his finger as it slid out before he was back pressing two into me, still not enough, but I’d take it. I rolled my hips down onto them, chasing the mounting sensation with each curl of his fingers, hoping he would get with the picture andspeed up.
A large hand pressed down on my stomach, stilling my undulating hips. Pressure grew behind my belly button as he continued to move his fingers oh-so-slowly. It was nearly unbearable, almost too much to be pleasurable, yet I didn’t want him to stop. Not one bit. I exhaled through my nose and squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the bite of my teeth into my bottom lip as he continued to assault that spot inside me with the pad of his fingers.
“Look at me,” he demanded. When my eyes fluttered open to meet his, he continued. “I want youdripping, all nice and loose for me.”
“I thought it was better if I was”— he drew a whimper from me as his thumb stroked over my clit— “tight.”
His smirk answered me, as if he knew something I didn’t. “Oh, you’ll still be tight for me, baby.” He spread his fingers and leaned down to tongue between them. The move had my skin tingling and my stomach tightening, feeling both full and hollow as he speared me open with his tongue. “But I’m not going to hurt you. So let me take my time prepping you, especially since it’s your first time.”
I wanted to argue, but the fight was slowly leaving me, replacing it with toe curling pleasure. To be honest, my fight had all but left me since that night in the barn, when he kissed me.
“Which, speaking of,” he reared back up so he could look at me with a questioning glint in his eyes, “why is that?”
I was shaking at this point, from his hand that had me pinned and his fingers that had all but stilled inside me except for the small, steady pulses against my g-spot with every curling upstroke. “Why’s what?” I managed to get out.
“Why are you still a virgin?”
If he was anyone else, I’d be offended, but he wasn’t anyone else and right now all I could think to be wasexasperatedthat he wanted totalkright now. My mind was fuzzy, inundated with desire and agitated by his denial to pick up the pace. I wasn’t up for his questioning, unsure if I could even form an intelligible answer right now, but maybe if I did, he’d get back on track.
“Been busy.” There, he had his answer. Two words, however breathless they sounded, but they still counted.
“I don’t think that’s it.” His fingers crooked a little deeper, causing me to jolt, my eyes opening from where they’d fallen shut. “Give me the real reason, Dove.”
The truth bubbled in the back of my throat, but I clenched my teeth, creating a barrier. The truth was slightly embarrassing and too telling, exposing me for the love-sick fool I’d always been for Josh, even back when I hadn’t known he could have been mine.
At my lengthy pause, his fingers threatened to leave me, sliding out.
“Because I wanted it to be you,” I rushed out,needinghis fingers inside me. I couldn’t take any more of his teasing, I couldn’t take him stopping. A half-sob escaped me, but before I could beg him to continue he was lunging back down.
I felt more than heard his praise as he mouthed it against me, his lips brushing my hot, needy flesh.Good girl.I had no idea why those two words held me in an inescapable chokehold but hearing them caused my head to go staticky, my body to heat, and my heart to palpitate in my chest. I’d give him any answer he wanted so long as he kept his mouth right where it was.
He adjusted his position, pinning my thighs open wider with his broad shoulders. A moan escaped me as his tongue swirled around my sensitive clit the same time his fingers moved faster inside me. His other hand remained on my stomach, fingers splayed across my lower belly to keep me still, his large palm pressing down to the point I was nearly shaking as waves of pleasure started spreading throughout my body.
“Josh—” My warning choked off as the oddest sensation began building inside me. I wanted to warn him, but I didn’t know what to say. The strange pressure didn’t feelquitelike I was used to yet somehow still familiar?—
I tensed, embarrassment flooding me as I realized what I was experiencing and why it felt familiar.
“Don’t fight it,” Josh whispered, as if he could read my mind. A moment later his teeth grazed the hood of my clit in a jolt of sinful pain. I shuddered on his fingers, riding the wave that was sure to take me under. I trusted Josh and resisted fighting the strange feeling that started to grow, instead leaning into it until I was rocking down on his hand wantonly. His fingers were huge inside me, caressing that hidden spot mercilessly like it was his and his alone to own and abuse.
Honestly, it was. No one had ever given my g-spot the kind of attention Josh was currently bestowing it. I’d had a fewalmostmoments where clumsy fingers had skimmed it inside of me, but my encounters were often quick and hasty, with a side of disappointment. A one-off fueled by heartache and spite with a lonely, passing-through trucker in the bathroom stall at Harv’s that honestly had gone farther than I’d wanted it to, and then just Torrance after that. And with him, it had always been more focused on his pleasure than my own, which I hadn’t minded at first because I’d been using him to distract myself from the gaping hole inside my heart that Josh left behind. But as time passed, it grew cumbersome and frustrating to pretend. Therewas only so much fake moaning a girl could do before you started to sound like a broken porno record.
But every sigh, moan, and gasp that fell from my lips was real with Josh. He was always so focused on me that I often had to fight to get him to let me reciprocate. There weren’t many times I’d managed to get Josh off before myself. It was nice to be put first, especially in bed.
The pressure was unbearable at this point, so much so that it had me gasping, arching both toward and away from the pleasure Josh was wickedly gleaning from me, causing me to writhe against the blankets as I sucked in ragged pants of air.
I moaned when his tongue lashed against my swollen clit, his fingers keeping up their assaulting rhythm inside me.
