Page 9 of Picture Perfect Love

Abby

The mood in the room had shifted by the time Joshua found me in his bedroom. I didn’t want it to be my call. I didn’t want to be the one throwing myself at him, begging him to be bad with me. Wasn’t half the point of this to open myself up to him talking me into getting into trouble? But oddly, most of the evening had been the other way around.

I flashed him a look that made no mistake about what I was wanting. I acted out of character by skipping work and spending the evening with him. I wanted to make the most of it.

In the darkness of the room, I took both glasses from his hands and put them on the end table. I was hungry for more of what I had tasted in the alleyway and had been yearning for ever since.

His tongue slid against mine, tasting of wine. His fingers traced the edges of my neck and jaw, sending shivers down my spine. I wanted so much more.

“Hey, feel like checking out the rooftop with me?” he suggested suddenly. “There are heaters.”

I quickly weighed the options in my head. There was a perfectly warm room and bed right there. Going to the roof would make it take longer before I could start exploring the body of this infamous Joshua Meadows, the details of which I knew Valerie would demand to hear. But it was a night for doing extraordinary things.

“Okay,” I smiled.

I made the right choice. The rooftop had a canopy covered in tapestries with heaters all around it. We quickly found ourselves bundled up inside with his head laying in my lap. I didn’t know if it was the heat emanating from our bodies or the heaters themselves, but I couldn’t even feel how chilly it was out.

After drinking a little more wine, as if we needed it, his head tilted towards me… tempting me with those kissable lips. I drank them in and ran my hands along the curves of his chiseled chest. Within moments, he switched the roles, sweeping me into his arms and rolling over to pin me underneath him. I could feel the bulge in his pants as he settled between my legs, and it held an impressive promise of what was to come.

As his hands traveled down the curves of my body, he started stripping away my clothes. He chuckled as he worked down the buttons of my shirt, both of us remembering the ridiculous way I fashioned my outfit in the back of his limo. With all that ripped fabric out of the way, he kissed along my flaming skin… making it clear that his mouth was skilled for much more than just kissing me on the lips.

In between kisses, he drank in the sight of my body with a gleam in his eyes that made me feel impossibly sexy and wanted in a way I, truthfully, had never felt with a man before. It was surprising, but something that I decided shouldn’t be given too much thought.

“God damn, you’re sexy,” he growled across my skin.

All I could manage in reply was a whimper as he lips kept trailing down to the waist of my pants. A few blurry seconds later, those were removed and tossed to the side. With nothing but my panties standing in his way, he teased along the edges of them, slipping in and out of brushing against the most sensitive spots.

I was writhing against the pillows of our hideout by the time he finally slid his fingers inside of me. He kissed my thighs and moved his fingers with a rhythmic pumping that pushed me to a point of wetness I didn’t know was possible. His thumb stroked my clit until my back arched—my whole body surrendered to him, begging for more.

I started to shake and call out his name, but he spread one hand across my mouth for the sake of any neighbors that could hear. But even while muffling me, he kept his hand thrusting at the perfect tempo, pushing me closer to the edge.

I was on the verge of cumming when he stopped, causing me to jerk up with impatient disappointment. “Heeeyyyy, no fair,” I whined breathlessly.

“I know what I’m doing,” he assured me. “And I know what I want… which is to be inside you when you let go.”

Let go. Was that what we were calling it? Maybe it was perfect. More and more the night was reminding me just how badly I needed release… how much I needed to misbehave, at least every once in a while. All work, no play makes Abby… just as dull as the guy she’s seeing.

But Joshua was anything but dull, which was only confirmed by the excitement that rushed through me when he started taking off his own clothes and revealed the impressive package that had been throbbing up against me during our heated kisses.

His body was breathtaking, sculpted to perfection. I was dying to keep feeling more of him, to have him inside of me.

He kissed and bit and licked my lips, breasts, neck, and any other part of me he could reach. Whatever thin lacy barriers remained were quickly stripped with his teeth. My body surged with hunger as he pinned both of my hands above my head and positioned himself over me.

I spread my legs, taking his tip into my opening. I sucked in a sharp breath as he finally gave me what I needed and thrusted inside of me. The feeling of him moving inside of me rippled through my whole body. As big as he was, it didn’t take me long to grow more wet and open, taking him in completely. I wrapped my legs around his back, urging him to go deeper and harder. My nails dragged across the warm skin of his back as he kissed me again, not breaking the rhythm.

He kept me pinned down where he wanted me, devouring every inch of me while I took in every inch of him. He rocked back and forth, hitting me with wave after wave of pleasure.

For a moment, I seemed to slip out of myself. Some part of me was still with it enough to ask… Where the hell am I? What am I doing up here on this roof… having sex with the guy who invented the very dating app that set me up with the guy I’m currently seeing!? This is NOT the kind of thing Abby does!

But some other part of me was quick to tell that Abby to shut her mouth. Wherever I was and whatever I was doing felt so damn good. Enough to make any repercussions more than worth it, and that wasn’t the kind of thing I had been able to say often in my life.

“God, yes!” I cried out. Another measure to silence all the lame voices in my head.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned into my neck, swirling his tongue between his words.

The strain in his voice and the shiver of his body told me he was getting close, and pushed me right along with him. I relished in the noises that seeped from his mouth as his cock pulsed and twitched inside of me until it exploded. He spilled out just as my whole body seized up with the overwhelming crash of pleasure. Everything went dark and blurry as the orgasm ripped through me, until I couldn’t even hear his voice anymore.

It washed over us, leaving us in a daze. As the pleasure faded, we laughed. Because suddenly, it was abundantly clear to us that we were completely naked on the rooftop of his building.

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