Page 22 of Loving Josy
She bites my bottom lip, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I growl in response. The heat between us is unbearable, and I feel like I’m on the edge of something huge.
“Then have me,” she whispers, her voice full of the same desire that’s driving me wild.
I pause, looking into her eyes, needing to be sure. But there’s no hesitation there, no doubt. Her hands slide down my shoulders and along my arms, her touch sending shivers down my spine, and I know she wants this as much as I do.
I dive back in, crashing my lips against hers with no hesitation, no holding back. This kiss isn’t soft or tender; it’s fierce, desperate, filled with the passion we’ve been holding in for far too long. Her fingers dig into my back, and I groan against her lips, my body reacting to every touch, every sound she makes.
We want this. We’ve been denying it for too long, but now there’s no stopping it. I kiss her harder, pouring everything into it; my need, my desire, everything I’ve felt for her since the day we met.
Josy grinds her hip against me as I reach behind her, my hands cupping her ass and lifting her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, I am sure that she can feel how hard having her in my arms makes me. I carry her to the newly installed counter and sit her down. We don’t stop kissing as Josy roams her hand around my chest and lower to my abs and grabs my shirt. I let her pull it over my head.
When she is done, I grin at her. “My turn.” Leaning down, I kiss her neck softly as I grab her shirt and pull it over her head. Sucking in a breath, my eyes rake over her beautiful breasts. Her tits are covered by a white lace bra that does nothing to cover her hard nipples. I lean down and kiss the exposed skin on top of herbra. “Look at these pretty nipples and perfect tits. Fuck, Josy. You’re so beautiful it’s hard to look at you sometimes,” I say with reverence. She has an amazing body, and I can’t wait to explore more.
Her moans of pleasure makes me want to rip off all of her clothes and fuck her. But I don’t, I pace myself, going slow. I lower the cup of her pretty lace bra and blow on her nipple. Taking one of them in my mouth as I use my hand to squeeze her other. The feeling of her nipple get harder as I suck.
“Fuck,” Josy hissed. After a few seconds I move to her other breast and do the same thing. “I want more. Noah, please,” Josy pleads with me. Whatever my woman wants, I will give. I lower my hands while I keep sucking on her nipple and take her jeans off. Now she is sitting in nothing but her matching white lace panties and bra.
“Did you wear these for me?” I ask her while I slowly pull her panties to the side exposing her pretty pussy. At my words Josy shakes her head no. I smile at her before I go back and cover her breast with my mouth, tongue flicking her nipple just as I use one of my fingers to slowly massage her clit, making Josy almost lunge of the counter. I chuckle against her breast as I enter her with the same finger that is coated in her wetness and feel how tight her pussy is. I can’t wait to fuck her hard. To drive her mad with desire. So I start pumping slowly and after a few pumps I add another finger. Josy is panting and sweating and desperate for release as she starts to buck against me faster.
“Noah, please.” God I love hearing her beg for me.
“Does this pretty little pussy want to come on my fingers?” I ask, pulling back to look at her.
“Yes.” Josy says with a gasp. Chuckling, I watch her and pump my fingers faster as I move my thumb and press it against her clit, knowing exactly what Josy needs. She is riding my fingers like there’s nothing else more important in this worlds.
I stared down at her. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. Her curly hair falling around her, making her look ethereal. I can’t look away as she comes all over my fingers. I kiss her one more time as she sags against me.
“That was amazing,” Josy says as she slips her hand into my black jeans. She lowers the zipper and strokes me over my briefs causing me to groan with desire. She knows what she’s doing to me and she’s enjoying every second of it. Quickly, she shoves my pants and briefs down my thighs, and my dick springs to life. Her eyes widen as she takes me in, wrapping her hand around my shaft, moving up and down as I watch her do it.
“Fuck,” I hiss because it feels too damn good. “I need to be inside you right fucking now,” I growl while her bottom lip is pinned between her teeth, her heated gaze watching me. If she keeps doing this, I will come and I need to be inside her before I embarrassed myself. Pulling Josy to the edge of the counter, I remove her panties and position myself at her entrance. Before I enter her, I reach up with my free hand and pull her face toward mine to kiss her hard. I move the head of my dick between her folds, wetting my dick, preparing to enter her. I pull back from the kiss and look her in the eyes. “Do you know how many times I have thought about seeing you like this?” I reach behind her, unclasping her bra. “How are you so fucking perfect?” Josy sighs at my words and I lean down one more time to kiss her. I move forward and enter her slowly. She gasps at the intrusion as I slid inside her an inch. I kiss her for the longest time, fighting every urge to thrust forward. When I pull back, her lips swollen and parted, my gaze locks with hers. I slid in a little further. Slowly at first, then pause to let her body adjust before I move again. I look down and see my dick halfway inside her. It’s hot. It’s sexy. “I love watching the way you take me. Like this fucking pussy was made just for me.”
At my words, Josy moans louder and I enter her completely. I can barely breath at the feel of her tight, wet pussy. “Fuck, Josy,” I hiss. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Mmmm,” is the only sound I get as I start to pumped harder into her. Our breaths and the sounds of our bodies are the only audible sound in the room. “I’m so close,” I say to her. Lowering my fingers to her wet pussy I pinch her clit as I fuck her with all I have. I lean back, just watching as my cock drives in and out of her. Her eyes fall close, head tipped back, lips parted as she takes me. I have never seen anything or anyone more beautiful. She comes apart with a cry. Her body flushed and shaking as she explodes around my cock. I can’t hold black any longer. I drive into her. Once. Twice. On the third thrust, a guttural sound leaves my throat as I follow her into oblivion. Both of us heave for air as we ride out every last bit of pleasure. My heart is racing a mile a minute while I lean down against her. I wrap my arms around her and hold her, feeling relax and sated, wanting to keep her right here for as long as I can. Wanting to have everything with her. In this moment I am pretty sure that Josy is my future. She is everything that I have ever needed. And I will do my best to keep her even if I have to fight with her.
Chapter Eleven
Josy
I’m still lost in the haze of pleasure, my body humming from the intensity of what just happened.
I’m surrounded by Noah’s arms, his body still pressed against mine, and for a fleeting second, I want to stay here forever. My heart races as I replay what just happened in my head, how everything shifted so quickly. One minute I was about to walk out the door, and the next, I was swept off my feet by the man I’ve been secretly dreaming about for most of my life.
But as my heart rate starts to slow, reality comes crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Noah lets me go, slipping out of me, and that’s when I realize. I just let Noah fucked me in my new brand kitchen counter.
Oh my God. I just had sex with Noah. Don’t panic, Josy. You enjoyed it. Breathe. Take deep breaths and chill. This is not the time to freak out.
My mind races, trying to piece together the last few minutes. I wasn’t thinking, I was too caught up in him, too lost in the moment. This can’t be happening. My pulse spikes again, but this time it’s not from pleasure. It’s from panic.
Noah looks at me, still catching his breath, his hair a mess, sweat glistening on his forehead. He looks absolutely gorgeous,and I can’t help myself. I lean in and kiss him one more time. His lips are soft and familiar now, but the panic inside me doesn’t go away. In fact, it grows stronger.
He pulls me closer, kissing me back with such intensity that for a moment, I almost forget my rising dread. Almost. But then the realization hits me again like a punch to the gut. I can’t stay here.
I pull back, my heart pounding in my chest for all the wrong reasons now.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Noah asks, his voice soft, his hand gently resting on my waist.
I can’t answer him. I can’t even look at him. My eyes drop to the floor, and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I need to get out of here. I need to think.
