Page 69 of Merry Mayhem
He slips his hands under the bottom of my shirt and then strips it up over my head. I happily raised my arms to help.
He takes me in, leaning against the hall wall, in my emerald green bra and blue jeans.
“Anything you don’t want to do, anytime you want to slow down, anytime you want me to stop, you just say the word,” he says.
I nod.
His gaze is intent on my face. “I’m going to need a ‘yes, Josh’.”
“Are you just testing that I know how to say, ‘oh yes, Josh’?” I ask, putting needy breaths into my voice.
He clearly likes that. He lifts his hand and drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “I want to know you’re completely with me here, and that you want everything I’m going to give you. But yeah. I want to hear a lot more of my name from these lips.”
I nod but also say, “Yes, Josh. I will stop you at any point that I’m not comfortable.”
He nods and puts his hands on the dip of my waist, running them up and down from the waistband of my jeans to the cups of my bra.
“And by the way,” I say. “The same goes for you. You can stop anything you don’t want to do.”
He doesn’t laugh that off. He nods. “I will.”
Consent is so fucking sexy. And being with a man who wants it fully and understands that it goes both ways is amazing.
“So, here’s what I’m thinking,” he says conversationally as he continues to stroke up and down my sides, sending goosebumps skittering in every direction and making my nipples pebble hard behind my bra cups. “I strip you down to nothing, then I go to my knees, and I make you come at least once right out here in the hallway.”
This blatant sex talk is so new to me. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, but I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone who talks about it so straightforwardly.
“You don’t want to go to the bedroom?” I ask.
“Oh, Danger, I very much want to go to the bedroom,” he says. “And I fully intend to take you in there. But I’m going to start out here. Because you’ve indicated that this pussy has been sadly neglected lately. Isn’t that right?”
Oh…God.
Yes, it has, but hiswordsare just making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.
His hands pause on my waist. “Right?” he presses. “No one’s worshipped you correctly in a long time?”
I drag in a shaky breath. “No.”
“So you’re going to let me eat your sweet pussy right here against the wall in the hallway where you’ll think about it every time you walk past this spot. Right?”
Holy…
I swallow hard.
“Need to hear another, ‘yes, Josh’, here.”
“Yes, Josh,” I manage somehow without any air in my lungs.
He unbuttons and unzips my jeans and starts tugging them over my hips, dropping to his knees in front of me as he does it.
For some reason, despite what he said, this is the first time it really sinks in what he means.
“Wait,” I say.
He looks up, his fingers tucked in the top of my jeans, jeans at my knees, him at eye level with the front of my panties. They do not match my bra. I buy pretty bras from time to time, but I don’t usually buy bras and panty sets. Most of my panties are pretty basic. They’re high cut on the legs, but they do go up over my stomach. I get them in a variety of colors—these are peach—but all are basic cotton.
I’m not sure I’m ready for Josh. Or maybe even any younger man. I’m sure he has seen better bodies than mine. Younger bodies, bodies that haven’t had children yet. I’m not self-conscious about my body, and I’m not embarrassed to be naked with him. I’m just not sure that this is going to be what he thinks it’s going to be. He told me himself he’s never dated a single mom before.
