Page 61 of Loving Josy
“Yes. Fuck me, please.”
“Are you begging for my cock?”
“Yes, I am.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” I drive into her with one powerful thrust. Josy gasps as she takes every inch of my cock like she is meant for me. I don’t move, letting her adjust to my size. Her pussy is so tight that if I move, I will come in seconds. So, I kiss her like my life depends on it before I start to move slowly. In and out, pacing myself and letting her adjust. “You’re so hot. Tight. Perfect. Fucking made for me. Can I stop being gentle and fuck you hard?” I ask her after a few minutes of this torturously slow pace. My control is hanging by a thread.
“Yes. Don’t be gentle or careful. Fuck me like you mean it. Like you can’t get enough of me.”
At her words I slam home. The pleasure is instant, and I can’t stop. “Like that?”
“Just like that.” Thank God because now that I started, I don’t think I will be able to stop.
I kiss her deep as I withdraw, then snap my hips, setting a hard, deep rhythm that has me seeing starts. “I’m never going to get enough of you,” I say as I kiss her again and again. Josy’s cries get louder and louder as I feel how her pussy is tightening around my cock. The sight of Josy—eyes wild, her body moving with mine—sends my temperature skyrocketing. Each thrust coiling that sweet tension tighter within me. I want Josy to feel me everywhere. I want her to know that there’s is no turningback now. She is mine and she will be for the rest of our lives. I will make sure of that.
Picking up the pace, I say, “You’re right there, I can feel it. Every muscle is tight, every breath shallow. I need to feel you come around me, sweetheart. Now.” I strum her clit in time with my thrusts and that’s what she needs to convulse around my cock.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I keep pressing my fingers against her clit and she cries out in delight. I watch as her eyes close and her pussy locks on my cock. Her head thrown back as I fuck her hard. “Yes, so fucking mine,” I growl as Josy’s back arches from the bed. Leaning down, I kiss her as I empty myself in her warm pussy. My cock twitching as we both come down from the high.
I collapse to the side of her and take long, deep breaths while looking at her. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“I’m more than okay. I’m perfectly fine,” Josy answers looking at me with a dopey smile. I move one of her curls away from her sweaty face.
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Chapter Thirty
Josy
I’m lying in bed, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to catch my breath. My mind is reeling, my body humming from what Noah just did to me. How did I go all these years without knowing this kind of passion existed? I’ve been missing out, and now I can’t imagine going without it ever again.
This isn’t just about the physical pleasure, although, God, that was incredible. It’s the connection, the way Noah makes me feel like I’m the only person in his world. I’ve never experienced anything this intense, this all-consuming. It feels like heaven, and I want to stay here forever, wrapped in the aftermath of him.
I turn onto my side, propping my head up with one hand to get a better look at him. He’s lying beside me, his broad chest rising and falling as he catches his own breath. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his skin, accentuating the defined lines of his body. The way the soft light catches on him makes him look impossibly more attractive.
I reach out and trace a finger along his arm, marveling at the strength beneath his skin. He glances at me, his lips curling into that lopsided smile that makes my heart flutter. His eyes are soft, filled with so much love.
“What?” he asks, his voice husky, still rough from our shared moment.
I shake my head, unable to form the words to explain what I’m feeling. How can I tell him that he’s just turned my world upside down in the best possible way? That I’ve never felt this alive, this wanted, this… loved? Instead, I lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, letting my actions speak for me.
He chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through me like a warm embrace. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I laugh lightly, my heart feeling lighter than it has in years. “You should. You’ve ruined me, you know. Nothing will ever compare to this.”
His smile falters for a moment, replaced by something deeper, more serious. He reaches up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Good. Because I don’t want you comparing. I just want it to be us, and you won’t be with anyone else. You aremine.”
My breath catches, and for a moment, all I can do is stare at him. Noah has this way of making me feel everything. I smile, my heart swelling with a mix of emotions that threaten to overwhelm me. “I’m yours only if you are mine,” I whisper, the words a promise I intend to keep.
“Sweetheart, I have been yours for a long time and nothing will change that. You, Everly, and I will be a family, and I will work to make you both happy,” Noah says as he places his hand on my belly. Right at that moment, Everly give a hard kick. Noah and I laugh. “She likes that idea,” I say to Noah.
“She does. The question is, do you like that idea?”
“I love it,” I say as I lean close and kiss him. This kiss is slow, and when I am done, I pull back to look at him. I caress his face, tracing his eyes, the curve of his nose, his full lips, then his five o’clock shadow. “Let’s take a shower.”
Noah kisses my fingers and stands from the bed. I follow him to the bathroom, admiring his body. His back is chiseled, every muscle defined, and his butt is round and perfect. His legs are strong and powerful, the kind of legs that look like they belong to a Greek god. I don’t even understand how he can look like this from the back. And don’t even get me started on the front. The front is even more breathtaking, more gorgeous than I could have imagined.
When we get to the bathroom, Noah turns the water on and turns to look at me. “Come on.” I walk to him and smile as I enter the shower. Noah follows me, and I go under the spray of water. I close my eyes, enjoying how the hot water cascades down my body before I feel Noah’s hands roaming my body.
