Page 70 of Merry Mayhem
“The hot, strong fireman can definitely put me up against the wall, right?” I ask, thinking I can have him skip this whole oral sex thing and we can just go straight to the good stuff. I don’t need a lot of extra attention. And I probably don’t need a lot of foreplay. It’s been a while. I’m very ready.
He studies me from on his knees. “I could definitely do that. If that’s what you want, that is what we’ll do,” he says.
I feel a little wave of relief. Followed by just a twinge of disappointment.
I have never been with a guy who loved going down on women, and I’ve definitely never been with one who was good at it. I have no idea if Josh would be good at it, but for some reason, I think I wouldn’t mind finding out.
But I brush that off. Sex. That’s all I need here. I am pretty sure he’s going to be good atthat. He’s gorgeous, turns me on with just a smile, has a great body, and again, that five years between us could definitely make a difference here. The last guy I dated that I got naked with was actually seven years older than me. Which was great. He also had some relationship baggage and was used to real women’s bodies. None of that fazed him.
But he was just good in bed. Not great. Not amazing. And beyond that there wasn’t much reason for us to stay in a relationship.
“I would like that,” I tell him. Being put up against the wall by those muscles? Yeah. That’s something I would replay in my mind with my vibrator in the future.
“Okay. After.” He continues tugging on my jeans.
“What?” I ask, instinctively lifting a foot so that he can slide one pant leg off my leg.
“After I give this pussy some special attention,” he says.
Again, his dirty bluntness hits me in the gut with an explosion of heat that quickly spreads out anddown.
“Oh,” is all I can manage.
He looks up at me as he slides my other pant leg off, tossing my jeans away.
“How long has it been?” he asks.
“For sex? A long time.”
It’s been a long time for sex, but even longer for a man’s mouth to be even where Josh’s is right now.
“How about since you had an orgasm that wasn’t battery powered?”
I grin in spite of my nerves. “Really long. You’re in nearly virgin territory here.”
He lifts a brow.
“Not really,” I say. “Obviously.”
“You’ve had orgasms, though? From men?” He almost seemsconcerned.
“Yes. But not every time, so it’s been longer for that than for sex.”
He mutters something that I don’t quite make out. “But it’s been a long time for you too, right?” I ask.
I can’t forget that Ami told me about how he didn’t even really flirt with women as far as she knew.
“Yes,” he says with a huffed chuckle. “Sopleasetell me that you’re going to let me do this.”
Is he actually begging me, literally on his knees, tolethim go down on me?
I think quickly. “Maybe I should take a quick shower,” I blurt out.
His eyebrows lift, but he slides his hands up my outer thighs, and I am so glad that I shaved this morning.
“If that’s what you want to do, I’ll wait.” His hands slide back to cup my ass and hold me as he leans in and presses his nose against the front of my panties, inhaling deeply. “I want you to be comfortable. I want you to be able to fully relax and enjoy. But you do not need to shower for my sake.”
My entire body feels like it’s melting against the wall. Having his hands on me, his dirty words, honestly just being with him like this, and having him want this is enough to send electrified sparks up and down my body over every nerve ending.
