Page 22 of One Moment Please
“I’m sorry…you just…surprise me, is all.” He says the words simply, but his face puzzles with his admission.
“You’re supposed to be the dirty talker anyway. Why are you making me doing all the heavy lifting?”
He shrugs. “This big dick is actually pretty heavy.”
“Holy dip on a carrot, you are such a cocky di—”
My rant is cut off when Josh plunges inside me. So deep, I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.
“Fuuuck,” Josh growls into my neck, his body hard and rigid on top of me as my heat clenches him like a vise. “Jesus fucking fuck.”
“Oh my,” I groan and tighten my legs around him, looking for relief from the sudden and overwhelming invasion.
I knew it would be tight. It’s been so long since I had sex, and Barry the Pharmacy Tech wasn’t exactly hung. But this stretched, delicious, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure feeling is surprising. A welcome surprise.
Josh moves his hips slow and deliberate as we adjust to each other, our bodies slickening with sweat as we rock in sync, our breaths hotter and hotter with each pant.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, glancing down and watching himself move inside me. “So wet…so tight.” He dips his head and sucks on my nipple, his teeth scraping along the tender flesh before moving to pay equal attention to the other.
Just then, his cock hits the spot that I want stoked until I catch fire and burn from the inside out. “Right there. Don’t stop!”
“Not even close to stopping,” he grunts. Staring hungrily at me, he thrusts even deeper, watching me arch into him with overwhelming pleasure.
It’s a peculiar thing having a one-night stand with a stranger. You’ve known each other mere hours, and then you decide to partake in something that leaves you so vulnerable and exposed. So…bare. Until this moment, I would’ve thought having sex with someone I was in love with would be preferred, but staring into Josh’s deliciously wicked green-brown eyes, there’s a freedom I’ve never enjoyed in the bedroom. There’s power in anonymity. I can be whoever I want at this moment. And I’m not holding anything back from this guy.
Two positions and three orgasms later, two from me and one from Josh, he’s fallen off me and ditched the condom into a tissue. We stare at the ceiling; the only sound is our gasping breaths.
“I need a fucking gym membership,” I huff, barely able to move my muscles.
Josh grunts. “I have one, and I’m still spent.”
I turn to him as his mouth hangs open, his sculpted chest rising and falling. “That was some seriously athletic shit.”
“Thanks?”
“Oh, it’s a compliment. Probably the only one you’ll ever hear from me.”
He smiles. Barely. “Well, I quite enjoyed spanking you. It felt like pretty good payback after you dropped pie on my cock earlier today.”
I giggle tiredly. “Sorry about that. I blacked out then too.”
“It was worth it,” he says with a sigh. “Because you seriously have a fucking exquisite ass.”
I check his expression. Is he joking?
His eyes are closed, and a cute, post-coital smile plays on his face.
Doesn’t seem like a joke.
I shake my head and giggle. “Who uses the word exquisite after sex?”
He huffs out a laugh. “I guess I do.”
Images of him spanking me flood my mind. “God, my friend Kate will never let me live this night down.”
“Is that the sex writer?”
“Erotic romance novelist,” I retort with a defensive edge to my voice.
