Page 83 of Rescuing Josiah
Almost idly, she palmed his thick length, began to stroke it, enjoying the way it twitched in her hand.
Eventually, Josiah’s hand found its way between her legs, and she parted them to give him better access. His exploration was slow but steady, his fingers traced along the insides of her thighs, so close to where she wanted him, that she couldn’t think of anything else.
By the time one of his fingers circled her entrance, she was pretty close to begging. The cocky smirk on his lips told her he knew how close she was to pleading for more, so she did the onlything she could do, she loosened her hold on his erection and instead began to trail her fingertips up and down it.
He gave her one of those sexy chuckles, then touched a line of kisses down the column of her neck as he slipped a finger inside her. Not nearly deep enough for her liking, but at least it was something. As he edged his finger in deeper, a teeny tiny bit at a time, his thumb traced lazy circles on her bundle of nerves.
“You're going to kill me, aren't you?” she asked, watching Josiah through heavy-lidded eyes. He was so handsome, and this wouldn't be the worst way to die, not by a long shot.
“So impatient, Chels,” he teased, pressing his finger in the rest of the way. Instead of starting to thrust it, he just left it there, stroking the tip against that spot inside her that immediately had her hips coming off the bed.
“Nuh-uh, Chels. You're not supposed to be doing anything,” he reminded her as he placed one of his hands on her stomach. Josiah had large hands, and it basically swallowed her stomach whole. Pressing just hard enough to keep her in place, he ever so slowly added a second finger.
“Killing me, it’s totally your goal,” she murmured as his thumb began to move against her bud.
Since she still had his length in her hand even though he’d twisted a little, she began to stroke him harder, faster. She was going to come soon, and she wanted him to come too. Wanted to unravel him the same way he was unraveling her.
A third finger joined the two already seated inside her, and Chelsea felt her internal muscles begin to quiver. Sensing that, Josiah stroked more firmly, his thumb relentless on her bundle of nerves, pushing her closer and closer to her release.
When it came rushing up to meet her, it tore through her with the power of a hurricane. Pleasure danced along her nerves, and she squeezed Josiah’s fingers, which never faltered in stroking her, not even for a single second. Like her own handnever stopped stroking his length and she felt it jerk in her hand as he reached his own peak, painting her chest with the evidence of his release.
Breathing hard as she floated down from her high, she saw Josiah watching her with a hint of worry in his expression.
“Too much?” he asked.
“Just the right amount,” she corrected. And now she was ready for the next round.
“Sorry, Chels.” Josiah caught her hand when she reached for his length, knowing he needed a little while to be ready for round two, but wanting to speed things up a little bit. “You're hurting, and I’m calling it for today.”
“You promised me multiple orgasms,” she reminded him.
“You're adorable when you pout.” Touching a kiss to the tip of her nose, he climbed off the bed and gathered her into his arms. “Going to go and clean you up, then you need some rest.”
“What about all the orgasms you said I could have?”
“You’ll get those, as many as you can take, more than you can take, so many that you'll beg for a break.”
“Yes,” she breathed, heat already pooling between her legs.
Josiah chuckled. “Not today, though. I’m cleaning you up, then we’re going to take our meds, order dinner, and get into bed. We have the entire rest of our lives to have as many orgasms as we want.”
That was true. And she was hurting. Tired too. That kind of bone-deep exhaustion that came with high emotional stress. Maybe bed wasn't such a bad idea, especially since Josiah would be coming to bed with her.
“I love when you talk about the rest of our lives,” she told him as he set her on the counter beside the sink in the master bath and began to run a cloth under warm water.
For a moment, he stilled, but then he turned off the faucet, squeezed out the cloth, and began to clean up her chest. “Me too.It terrifies me, but because it’s you, I love it more than it scares me,” he admitted as he moved the cloth to between her legs and cleaned her there.
Grabbing his shoulders, she pulled him close. “Thank you for fighting your demons, for you, for me, for your family.”
“Thank you for never giving up on me.”
“Never. Not possible. I love you too much to imagine my life without you in it.”
The most breathtaking smile graced his face. “I love you too much to keep letting my demons drag me down. I want a life with you, and I'm going to fight as hard as I can to get it.”
“Just remember, you are never fighting alone. I am always here, right beside you, I'm not going anywhere.”
“I know. It’s the only thing that led me out of the dark. You, your light, it saved me.”
