Page 80 of Dream (Fighting Fate)

Josh

I was seriously screwed. Control was at an all-time low. I put it down to the fact that running into Liv had been entirely unexpected. At the beach house, I knew I was going to see her every day, and I knew I couldn’t let it go past a certain point. That had helped me keep things within the boundaries I set enough to not fuck things up with her completely.

But, tonight, I hadn’t been prepared. Not like this. I had no immunity left. The only way I was going to be able to stop now was if she asked me to, and considering I’d previously had to be the one to slow things down, I couldn’t see that happening. Knowing what was most likely going to happen, almost drove me to the point of insanity.

As she stood before me, in nothing more than a pair of white lace panties and four-inch killer heels, her hair tumbling over her shoulders in messy waves, and her eyes dark and sexy as all hell, I felt myself surrendering to her. I was too weak to fight it anymore. Even knowing it had no way of ending well for her.

Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her deep, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her, letting it fill me, drown me, take me over.

Her hands tugged at my tie, pulling it loose until it slipped from my collar and fell to the floor. Then she started on my shirt buttons. The deeper I kissed her, the more frantic her movements became, and it wasn’t long before my shirt joined her dress, and we were moving closer and closer to the bed.

Running my hands down the sides of her neck and over her bare shoulders, I let my thumbs stroke over the sides of her boobs, under their full swell, until my palms cupped their weight and I could stroke over her nipples.

As she broke the kiss, her head tilting back, gasping for breath, I drew my lips down her throat, licking and tasting, breathing her in, working my way down until I was on my knees before her and my fingers were hooked in her panties, craving to strip them from her body.

I gazed up at her, my chest tightening as I took in the picture she made, head thrown back, chest rising and falling, hands clenched in my hair as she tugged at the strands with need. My fingers tensed under her panties, needing to shed them from her body, but I was hesitant to take the step. I knew once they were gone, there was no going back. I would take her.

As if sensing my hesitation, Liv gazed down at me, running her hands down to my shoulders, following the lines of my arms, until her hands softly molded over mine, then she curled her thumbs under the edge of the fabric and slowly began to work her panties down, my hands moving with hers.

The full sense of her sexual awareness hit me when she released my hands and slowly began to draw her fingers over her own skin, her palms flattening out as she stroked over her stomach, moving them over her breasts, up the sides of her neck as she dropped her head back again, breathing hard. My cock strained against my pants, needing her more than I’d wanted anything before.

Pulling her panties down to her ankles, my hands stroked softly over her skin, her hands clutching my hair again as I released the clasp of her shoes. With careful hands, I slipped them off, one at a time, stroking her calves, trailing my fingers up the insides of her knees. As my fingers slid up over her hips, she trembled, a tiny little whimper sounding in her throat.

“Josh,” she begged. “Please . . .”

Rising, I pulled her to me, taking her mouth in a heated kiss, kicking my shoes off as I pushed her back toward the bed. She clung to me, her nails clawing, digging into my skin with desperation. Fumbling with my pants, I tugged at the zipper until I’d released it enough to strip them off, taking my boxers and socks with them as I lowered her to the bed.

“Fuck, Liv,” I said, almost choking on my own desire. “What the hell is it about you? You drive me so goddamn crazy. I need you so much right now.”

Running my tongue over her bottom lip, I followed it with my teeth, lightly drawing them over the full, supple flesh, biting softly. Liv’s hands moved slowly down my sides, caressing, stroking, sensual and revering. I kissed her deep, the little moans she made taking me further into madness. I was lost to it. But then her hand closed around my cock, and everything I thought I knew about sex and carnal awakening was thrown into a spin. The breath stuck in my lungs, and stars exploded inside my head. And with no way to stop it, my body flooded with so much sensation, I almost came. From one little touch.

“Fuck!” I growled, closing my hand over hers, carefully squeezing, desperately trying to pause her movements before it all ended in tears. Because, trust me, I would cry.

Her eyes widened. “Did I do something wrong?”

I breathed hard, bringing her hand up to press into the bed beside her head, forcing all desire to simmer down, just a little. “Far from wrong, beautiful. But, just so you know, if you touch me like that again, I will come in your hand.”

Pleasure made her eyes sparkle. “I want you to come, Josh. I want you to let go. Be in the moment. Be with me.”

“Baby,” I said, really wishing she wouldn’t talk like that. I was having a hard enough as it was. I was close to losing it. In every way. “I can’t—”

She wiggled her hips, spreading her legs wider, inviting me in. “Let go, Josh,” she whispered, throwing her head back, pushing her chest higher. “I need you to be with me.”

My cock strained against the inside of her thigh. “I won’t last, beautiful. I need to make you feel good first.”

With eyes closed and lips parted, she moved her head from side to side. “No.” Underneath me, she undulated, rocking her body, moving her hips until my cock was pressed against her opening, warm and welcoming.

My head swam. Somewhere inside me, I searched for some semblance of control. Even just a little. Enough to pull my shit together and be strong enough to pull away, take the time to lavish her with the attention she deserved. To make her feel good. But as her fingers laced into my hair, her hands clenching, pulling me down to kiss her, her tongue sweeping in to stroke against mine, my thoughts wavered. Then she tilted her hips, her pelvis deliberately thrusting upwards, taking my cock slowly inside her, and I gave in.

Her breath stuttered as I pushed in farther, her hands finding my waist, tensing, pushing, pulling, unsure. I paused. She was so tight, it was almost unbearable. Her body tensed, pain flashing in her eyes as she gasped.

“Jesus,” I said, my mind and body torn in two. “Do you want me to stop?”

She gasped, then took another quick breath, shaking her head ever so slightly. “No, don’t stop.”

My jaw tightened. I hated seeing her hurting. I tried kissing her, hoping it would help her mind relax and show her body how to do the same. “Tell me what to do, Liv,” I whispered against her lips. “Tell me what you want.”

‘This,” she said, her hands moving over my back. “Just this.”

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