Page 18 of Wild Runaway
She parts her lips, and there’s need in her eyes.
“Are you sure?” My thumb grazes her cheek. “Because if I kiss you, there’s no going back. This is for keeps, Trish. I want you as my woman, in my cabin. You and Rose.”
Her eyes widen. It’s a lot, I know that, but I’ve never been a man to do things by halves. I need her to understand that.
“I want that too.” Her words stir something deep inside me, something warm and needy, a sense of belonging that I never knew I was missing.
My thumb brushes her lips, and she whimpers. I wonder how long it’s been since she was touched the way a woman should be touched.
My lips press to hers, and warmth spreads through my veins. It’s a slow kiss, tender and gentle. There’s a lot of healing that needs doing, and I won’t give in to my animal instincts until she’s ready. My hands slide down her back, tangling in her hair as I touch every part of her, needing to feel her skin against mine.
She tastes like coffee and baby milk, and it’s my new favorite flavor.
Her hands hook under my t-shirt, and she pulls it over my head. Her hips grind against mine and my dick responds, pushing against my jeans until I think the seams will burst.
But this isn’t about me. Trish needs to be shown love. She needs to be worshipped the way she deserves.
Her fingers pull at my belt buckle, but I stop them with my hands. She looks up at me, confused.
“I’m gonna give you what you deserve, Trish. I’m gonna show you how a man’s supposed to treat a woman.”
10
TRISH
Joseph sinks to his knees, his palms scraping over my thighs as he does. There is so much running through my head right now: Should I be doing this? What if Rose wakes up? When’s the last time I shaved down there?
But all thoughts flee my brain when his warm breath caresses the skin of my thigh. I gasp at the sensation of his beard scratching against my delicate skin as his soft lips work their way up my thigh. He gets to the top of my shorts and yanks them down, exposing my threadbare cotton panties.
His hands caress the gusset, and his breath catches.
“You’re already wet.”
I’ve been wet for this man since he took me in. Kissing Joseph feels like a relief, confirmation that my feelings over the last few days are real, that he feels them too.
But as his fingers run between my legs and his breath hits my thighs, the warmth I felt at the kiss turns to pure pleasure. The knot in my stomach disappears completely, and a new sensation begins to build. A beautiful carefree sensation that I haven’t felt in a long time. As his finger slide under my panties, I feel like I’m floating, like I don’t have to worry about anything. For this moment, it’s all about me and my pleasure.
I barely notice Joseph peeling my panties off and slinging my leg over his shoulder. We’re still in the kitchen, and I grab hold of the counter with one hand as his tongue licks my swollen folds. My thighs clench together, not used to having a man down there.
Joseph sits back on his haunches, his gaze on my pussy.
“You’re beautiful, Trish.”
No one’s ever worshipped me down there like he is.
Joseph nudges my thighs apart and I open for him, feeling vulnerable but in safe hands. He dips his head with reverence and slowly kisses the most intimate parts of me. His tongue slides into my opening, and he groans at the same time I moan.
The fact that he’s getting off on this as much as I am helps me relax. I lean back, letting him take care of me. Meaty hands grab my butt, and he pulls me onto his face. His beard tickles me between the legs as his tongue flicks over every part of me.
It’s erotic and dirty, and I want so much more of him. Feeling bold, I grind my pussy into his face. Joseph responds by sliding a finger inside me. My pussy sucks in his digit as the pressure builds inside my walls.
I lean back, gripping the counter as my moans echo around the kitchen. He’s devouring me like I’m his favorite dessert, and it feels so good I can’t hold on much longer.
Then I’m over the edge. Stars burst in my vision, and I stifle a cry. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and my spirit soars. For the first time in months I’m truly free, my body taking something for itself.
As the orgasm subsides, Joseph presses his face to me once more. I grab his hair and move his head where I need it, riding his face with a new confidence. It doesn’t take long for the orgasm to claim me. My pussy pulses on his tongue, and he licks my juices up hungrily.
Only when my body is exhausted does he let up.
