Page 16 of vKissed By the Bartender

Joseph’s head falls to the crook of my neck. “I want to be. I want to fuck you till you can’t move, but we’ve waited so long.”

I trail my fingers over his back and up to his shoulders. “We’ve got time.”

Joseph leans back to look at me, and the hungry look on his face nearly has me coming then and there. He pushes me, so I fall backward onto the mattress. Then he bends down to kiss me and nudges my legs apart. When he settles in between my thighs, my heart soars, and I feel like I am flying.

Nothing in the world can bring me down.

He leans back to look at me, and another wave of emotion, more powerful than the last one, washes over me. I link my fingers over his neck and touch my lips to his. Joseph makes a growling sound that has my stomach heating. In one quick thrust, he is inside of me, and I hold myself still.

Without warning, he eases out and slams back into me, so he fills me to the hilt.

I cling to him, the smell of tobacco and old spice wafting up my nostrils and making the swarm of butterflies in my stomach erupt. Joseph makes low growling sounds in the back of his throat as he eases in and out, while the bed dips and creaks underneath us.

It has never felt like this with anyone.

Suddenly, I realize it will never feel like this ever again.

I can’t tell where Joseph begins and I end as he eases in and out of me. My hands fall to my sides, and I clutch the sheets. Once my pulse begins to quicken, I buck against him.

I am lost, and Joseph is the only one who can find me.

He places his hands on either side of the headboard and thrusts in and out at a steady rhythm. It isn’t long before my pulse quickens, and I am spasming and writhing against him. The force of my orgasm rips through me, leaving me panting and gasping for breath. Sweat breaks out across my forehead and down my back.

Once my vision clears, I realize Joseph is looking at me intently.

He lifts my hands up over my head, looks directly into my eyes, and slams into me. Joseph doesn’t break our gaze as he eases in and out, pushing us both closer and closer to the edge. He laces his fingers through mine, and I buck and writhe against him.

Eager for more.

Desperate for more.

I don’t know how I’ve lived my whole life without him, but now that I have a taste of what it’s like to be with him, I don’t want to go back.

I can’t.

Another orgasm rips through me, and my hips rise up off the mattress. I ride out my high, chanting Joseph’s name as I do. Before long, his own release comes, and he is jerking and writhing against me. Once he’s done, he releases my hands and holds me to him. I press my head against his chest, over the hammering of his heart, allowing everything to wash over me.

Why couldn’t I see it before?

“That was…fuck.” Joseph rolls off of me and collapses onto the mattress. “You are a lot better than I thought you would be.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Joseph chuckles and twists to face me. “I aim to please.”

I cover the distance between us and kiss him. “Oh, you’ve definitely pleased me. A few times, in fact.”

Joseph cups the back of my neck and presses his forehead to mine. “I think I can do better next time.”

I released a deep, shaky breath. “Is that a promise?”

Joseph kisses me again, pouring every ounce of emotion he has into the kiss. “Count on it.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I warn, in between giggles. “Don’t want to go raising my expectations or anything.”

Joseph leans back to look at me. “I can’t believe you’re here. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you here and imagined us together. I….”

I held my breath. “What?”

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