Page 30 of Running Into You
“Fuck yes.”
She opens her thighs and I step between them, leaving no space between us as I take her mouth again. Her arms hold on tightly to my neck and my hands snake around her waist, straining her against me more. I move them lower, cupping the ass that I’ve been admiring for weeks and giving it a firm squeeze. She moans into my mouth, and I know that I will stop at nothing to get more of those sweet sounds from her. My lips leave hers and travel south, kissing her chin and all the way down her neck as she moves her body against mine. Any thoughts of stopping are long gone. Betty wants me and I’m going to give her whatever she wants.
I pick her up and she wraps herself around me as I carry her down the hall to her room. A lamp is on, giving off a good amount of light, and I’m grateful for it. I want to look at every inch of her. I sit down on the bed, and she straddles my lap, her thighs squeezing me as she rocks back and forth on my growing erection. My hands slide under her tank top and find her soft, warm breasts. Her nipples are peaked, and she whimpers when I run my thumbs over them. She grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it off over her head. I swear under my breath at the sight of those perfect tits. Running my hands up her back, I gently grab the back of her head to pull her mouth back down to mine. Nothing has ever felt so right to me, and I force myself to go slow, to savor every part of being with her. She starts to claw at my shirt, and I oblige the lady by removing it. She stares at my bare chest, gently running her fingers over me. The way she looks at me, the awe and desire in her eyes completely undoes me. I pull her close again, and she angles her body upward, so her breasts are in line with my face.
“Please, Josh,” she whispers and I lower my mouth to one of the perfect, hard buds as she shudders against my mouth and grasps me tighter. “Yes.” She gasps, her head falling back as I lick and suck, pausing only to switch sides, giving her other nipple the same well-deserved attention as its twin.
I flip her onto her back, resting her head gently onto the pillow. Her pj pants offer no resistance as I slide them down over her hips. I’m sitting back on my heels, and I allow myself to stare down at her. She’s only in her panties now, her skin flushed and her hair messy. Those full lips are almost swollen, and she’s watching me watch her. She sits up suddenly and starts to undo my belt, her green eyes never leaving mine. Her delicate fingers make quick work of the button, but it’s a challenge to get the zipper down over my raging hard-on. I push myself back off the bed and finish taking my pants off before pouncing on her and pinning her down while she giggles and squirms under me. I slide my index finger over the damp seam of her panties and the giggling comes to a stop. Slipping one finger under the fabric, I run it up and down her folds before finding the right angle and sliding it inside her. She moans loudly and bucks her hips, drawing me in deeper.
“Baby, you’re so wet,” I murmur against her stomach, kissing my way up until I have her nipple in my mouth again. I continue this double assault, living for the sounds she’s making before she hauls me up, her mouth waiting for mine. We’re kissing and groping each other like teenagers whose parents could be home at any minute. Both our underwear is stripped away and as I’m positioning myself between her welcoming thighs, I come to a terrible realization.
“Christ, I don’t have a condom.” I never thought my night would end this way and curse myself for my short-sightedness. My cock aches from not being inside her. Betty wiggles herself out from under me and starts to dig in the second drawer of her bedside table, coming back with an unopened box.
“Please don’t be expired,” she begs, squinting at the back of the box. “Yes! Good for three more months!” She tears into the box and tosses me a condom, which I open and roll onto my dick in record time. She watches the process, wide eyed. “Wow. Congrats on that.” I pull her onto my lap with a smug smile.
“What? This old thing.” I growl in her ear, my teeth grazing her soft lobe. I kiss her neck and she settles over me, rocking herself against me, letting me know she’s ready. I position her on top and she slides onto me slowly, allowing herself time to take me in. I groan into her neck but manage to hold still until I’m buried inside her and she starts to move. She’s tentative at first, but soon her hips are rolling up and down me in a steady rhythm. My hands grab her hips and then I’m moving with her, sliding her up my length and bringing her home. She feels so good. Better than anything I’ve ever felt or even imagined. We’re breathing hard and holding on to each other, both getting closer and closer to release. I feel her tightening around me and I pick up the pace, lifting my hips up to meet her again and again. She says my name over and over again, her voice getting higher each time, edging closer to a scream.
“Come for me, baby.” I pant in her ear and then she’s gone, shuddering and crying out for me. Watching her come sends me over the edge and I grip her to me as my own release takes over, collapsing on my back with Betty still on top of me. I hold her to my chest as I recover, not knowing how I’ll ever be able to let her go.
Chapter 17
Betty
Well. That escalated quickly.
I’m lying on Josh’s warm chest while his hand softly strokes my hair. I’m afraid to move, not wanting the moment to end. It’s difficult to be still when everything inside of you is demanding that you perform some sort of celebratory dance. The sex was incredible. If that is what people are talking about when they go on about sex, then I finally get it. I’ve had sex before, but nothing that came remotely close to what happened in this bed tonight. It was like everything that happened between us had been turned up to the maximum setting. I’d never wanted like that, never been touched like that, and never responded like that. My face reddens slightly at the memory of me straddling him, asking for what I wanted. But hey, I can’t argue with the results.
I wonder if he feels the same way. Probably not. He’d been with Eleanor for so long, she probably knew exactly what he wanted. Did I give him what he likes? He seemed like he enjoyed himself, but he did just come out of a several-month dry spell. I guess I shouldn’t assume that he’s been celibate since he broke up with Eleanor. Women were probably lined up across state lines to have sex with him the moment he was single.
I steal a glance up at Josh. His eyes are closed, but he’s still playing with my hair, so I know he’s not asleep. I let myself stare at him from this new angle. His face is as relaxed as the rest of him. My head slowly rises and falls with his every inhale and exhale. He’s got a few days of stubble on his chin, and I wonder if he’s planning on growing a beard. It looks good on him, and it felt amazing when it brushed over parts of me earlier in the evening. I blush again and look away.
“What’s going on in there?” he asks sleepily while he gently knocks on the top of my head. His eyes remain closed.
“Processing my feelings,” I answer, not looking up at him.
“And how are you feeling?” he asks, his body tensing a bit beneath me.
Glorious. Jubilant. Satisfied. Excited. Scared. Confused. Happy.
“Hungry.” I go with and this earns me a laugh. He kisses the top of my head and slips his arm out from under me. I watch him throw on his clothes and can’t help but marvel at the sight of him. He looks like a marble sculpture, all tone and perfect angles.
“I can fix that,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. I miss looking at his chest already. He heads to the door, pointing a finger at me. “Don’t move.”
I hear the front door close. I scramble out of bed, throw on yoga pants and a fresh tank, and assess the damage in my mirror. Holy sex hair. I take my destroyed braid out and run my fingers through it, trying to calm the mess that rests on my shoulders. I decide that it’s fine, or as fine as it’s going to get. I allow myself a minute to stare at my face in the mirror. The person staring back at me looks like she always does. So why do I feel so irrevocably different than I did hours ago? Nothing has changed and at the same time, everything has.
The door opens as I’m coming out of my room and Josh returns with one hand behind his back.
“You moved.” He frowns at me, but amusement dances in his eyes. I’m just so happy to see him again. I somehow missed him in the three minutes we were apart.
“I’m starving,” I whine in self-defense. “Make with the snacks, pretty boy.” I try to wrestle whatever he’s hiding behind his back away from him, but he wraps his arms around me and backs me into the wall. I’m pinned against his chest with nowhere to look but up. His warm breath tickles my nose.
“So impatient.” He smirks, looking down at me. His mouth hovers just over mine and his eyes are playful.
“Please?” At this, his expression softens, and he lowers his forehead so it rests on mine. His eyes are closed, and he breathes in deeply through his nose. Using one finger, he lightly makes small circular movements against my lower back. It tickles, causing me to squirm even closer against him.
“I’m having a very hard time saying ‘no’ to you lately.” He releases me with a sigh and holds out what he’d been keeping out of my reach. It’s a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts. My eyes fly to his and in this moment, he reminds me so much of the boy I was smitten with as a teenager. My chest gets tight with emotion. I’m so touched that he’s remembered after all these years.
“Exactly what I wanted,” I whisper and he smiles his lopsided grin, obviously pleased with my reaction.
