Page 62 of Loving Josy
I open my eyes, and he is looking intently at the places he’s currently caressing. His hands are lathered with soap, and I’m savoring every moment of being washed by him. The way he’s touching me is sensual, and even though we just had sex not even five minutes ago, I can’t help but feel aroused. I stay still, letting him do all the work, completely captivated by his attention.
After a few seconds of silence, I feel Noah’s warm breath on my right ear. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs.
I open my eyes and look at him. His eyes are hooded with desire. “Thank you,” I whisper back, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
Noah continues cleaning me, and I’m utterly lost in the sensation. His touch ignites something within me, making me want him again even though I’m not sure my body can keep up. Earlier, it was a miracle that I climaxed twice in such a short span. I’m not sure I can come one more time, but I’m more than willing to try if he keeps touching me like this.
Feeling like I should reciprocate, I grab a dollop of shower gel and start cleaning him too. This is fun, lathering Noah’s hard,chiseled body. I’m thoroughly enjoying exploring him when I look down and notice how excited he is.
“Again?” I ask him with a smirk.
“You make me insatiable, Josy. I can’t get enough of you. Now that you are mine, I don’t think I will be able to stop wanting you. I will take any chance I get to make you mine and to hear you moan my name over and over.”
I smile at his words. “Then I guess it’s okay that I feel the same way about you.”
“It’s more than okay, sweetheart,” Noah murmurs, his voice low and full of promise as he leans down to kiss me. The kiss is passionate, searing, and leaves me breathless. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
He moves us to the wall, and I gasp as my back meets the cold tiles. The contrast of his heat against the chill makes me shiver, but I don’t care. I press into him, responding to his touch with equal fervor as his hands explore every inch of me.
When he turns me around, his lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “I want to fuck you from behind. I want to watch this perfect ass move as you take my cock.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling with anticipation.
With one swift move, he’s inside me, filling me completely. I cry out, overwhelmed by the intensity as he begins to move, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The angle drives me wild, and I can feel every inch of him.
“I want you in every way,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips. “Against the wall, on top of me, riding me until neither of us can breathe. Because I know I’ll never get enough of you.”
His words ignite something primal within me. The tension coils tight, and I feel myself hurtling toward the edge. Stars burst behind my eyes, and my body shatters under the force of my release. The pleasure is so consuming it takes my breath away, leaving me trembling in his arms.
Noah doesn’t stop. He holds me steady as he continues his relentless rhythm, driving us both higher. A few more powerful thrusts, and I feel him lose control, his grip on my waist tightening as he finds his release. Groaning deeply, his hips stutter as he empties himself inside me.
When it’s over, he rests his forehead against my shoulder, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. Slowly, he pulls away, turning me to face him as he peppers soft kisses along my neck and jaw.
“Every time with you is better than the last,” he says, his voice full of wonder. “How is that even possible? You’re perfect for me.”
His words make me smile, a warm glow spreading through me. “I feel the same way,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his.
“Good.” His tone is teasing now. “Because I’m not done with you yet. But first, let me clean you up.”
He takes care of me, his touch tender and unhurried, and I do the same for him. When we’re finally settled, we crawl under the covers, and Noah pulls me close, wrapping me in his strong arms. His body is warm and comforting, a perfect cocoon of safety and love.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice soft but steady.
“I love you too,” I reply, my heart full and content. As I drift off to sleep, his presence surrounds me, and I know this is exactly where I’m meant to be.
Chapter Thirty-One
Noah
“Dude, why are you smiling like that? You look like a crazy person.” Esteban strides into the bathroom I’m currently gutting.
I pause mid-swing, lowering the hammer to my side before turning to face my best friend. Esteban leans against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, his usual smirk plastered across his face. He wasn’t supposed to be here today—he’d mentioned something about catching up on paperwork at the office—so seeing him now catches me off guard.
“Good to see you too,” I say, grinning despite myself.
Esteban narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. “Nah, man, this isn’t normal. You’re smiling like you won the lottery or something. Spill it.”
I shake my head, but there’s no hiding the truth. I’ve been on cloud nine since I woke up this morning with Josy in my arms. Last night was... incredible. More than incredible. It was life-changing. I’ve never felt so close to someone, so completely connected.
