Page 87 of Surprised By Love

“Yes,” I whisper, letting my eyes fall shut. My heart is pounding with anticipation and I wonder what he plans to do, but I don’t have to wonder for long.

He’s kissing my wrists again and I can feel his hot breath on my skin as he travels down my arm to my shoulder, peppering kisses along the way. His lips are on my collarbone.

I grasp the rails and arch my back as his mouth reaches the valley between my breasts. I desperately want his lips on my breasts, but he passes them on his way to my belly. The tingles shooting through my body are almost too much to bear.

“This okay?” he asks, as his mouth slowly travels across my belly to my hips.

“Yes.” I rasp out breathlessly, barely recognizing my ‌voice.

His breath is hot on me as he passes over my lace covered center, down my thighs to my calves and then I feel the bed dip as he makes his way back up.

I grip the rails tighter. I don’t know how much more I can take as his lips make their way back up to my lace panties. He hooks a finger under the waistband. “Can I—”

“Yes, please.” I groan and lift my hips before he finishes the question.

He doesn’t hesitate and I hear a low growl as he slowly lowers my panties down my hips, my thighs, my calves, and off. I bite my lower lip as I wait anxiously to find out what he’s going to do next.

He makes his way back up, his fingers gliding up my body until he’s settled beside me. I hold in a groan when I feel his hard length pressed against my thigh.

His lips brush across my jaw, past my mouth, until he’s flicking my earlobe with his tongue. Shivers ricochet through me and then his lips are on mine. He kisses me slowly, teasing me with his tongue before I part for him and he slips inside.

Our tongues dance and I decide to let it go. To do what feels good to me and kissing Josh like this feels so good.

I loosen my hands from the rails, needing them on him. Then I pause and remove my lips from his. “Can I?” I ask, opening my eyes and seeing the desire in his.

He smirks. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” I breathe.

He takes my arms and wraps them around his neck, lowering his mouth to mine again.

I move my hands up and down his back. Needing to feel more of his skin, I slide my hands under the fabric of his shirt.

A low growl from low in his throat passes his lips as one hand cups my breast, teasing my nipple. His hand moves to the other one, and he repeats the movements. My nipples harden from his touch. I arch my back, raising my heavy breasts to his fingers.

I want more, so much more. The kisses become almost desperate. I can’t get enough. He places a thigh between my legs and presses it right where I need him most. Letting out a strangled moan as he releases my lips.

His kisses skim down my neck, across my skin, to my nipples. I let out a quiet moan and my head tilts back as he slowly draws one into his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair as he licks and sucks each nipple in turn, and I’m enjoying every second.

I bite my lip as his hand slides down my belly and between my thighs. I’m anxiously waiting to see what he will do.

I close my eyes and say a silent prayer that he’ll be a better lover as I instinctively part my legs for him. He explores me gently, rubbing my throbbing and already swollen nub. Then he slides his fingers through the wet folds and murmurers, “You’re so wet,” he groans. “Good girl.”

My belly tightens, and I whimper at those words. He continues to rub at my center, and then kisses me again, slowly inserting a finger inside me. My breath catches, I wasn’t expecting that.

He slides his tongue inside and I don’t hold back; our tongues duel for control. Moving my hips with the rhythm of his fingers in and out of me, circling my center over and over. I feel something hot flowing through me, a liquid heat I’ve never felt before, at least not like this. Sure, I’d orgasm when I did it on my own, but there is something different when someone else is doing it to you.

This feeling that’s stirring inside me builds rapidly. I’m not sure how much more I can take. I haven’t felt this alive in so long. Josh removes his fingers, and it feels like a punch to the gut. I’m so close, just a few more seconds. He kisses my cheek and rests his hand on his head and supports his body with his elbow. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I was almost—”

“I know. I’m not finished.” He smirks.

“You weren’t?”

“Not even close. Close your eyes,” he says as he leans down and circles one of my nipples with his tongue. He sucks a nipple into his mouth. I like how he licks and teases me.

He flicks it with his tongue and a shiver flies through me, from my nipple right to my center. Then he’s peppering kisses across my breasts, moving down to my belly. He continues the trail to the soft spot inside my hip and even lower.

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