I propped up on my elbows, thinking. “What about me? Can you make me pregnant?”
He shook his head. “Not unless you’ve got shifter blood in you. It won’t take.”
I grabbed the front of his jeans, tugging him toward me on the bed. “Then we’re good.”
He grinned and dropped his hands to my hair, smoothing it away from my face. “You gonna do the honors?”
Finish undressing him? The thought was . . . titillating. I looked up at him, feeling a bit anxious, but the hot look in his eyes reassured me. He was into this as much as I was. I carefully undid the button and lowered the zipper, shoving the jeans down his legs and revealing red briefs that left almost nothing to my imagination. “Oh . . . ”
“Pretty impressive, huh?” he said with a teasing grin.
“Actually, it’s smaller than I thought,” I teased back.
“Oh, really?” he said with a challenging tone in his voice. “Then quit staring.”
“I can’t,” I admitted and brushed my fingers over him through the fabric he was tenting.
He groaned, his fingers tangling in my curly hair. “God, Marie. I want your hands on me so badly.”
“I can do that,” I said softly, tugging at the waist of his briefs and pulling them down. He quickly wriggled out of them and then was naked in front of me.
Naked, and gorgeous. And hugely erect. His cock was long and thick, the crown tipped with a bead of moisture. I brushed a finger over that bead and was rewarded with his deep groan in response. My fingers moved hesitantly over the length of him, just testing. Fluttering. That was . . . exciting. I wrapped my hands around his length and bent to take the head into my mouth.
His breath exploded. “Oh, God, Marie. That’s so good.”
Encouraged, I swirled my tongue around the crown, then sucked it again. I wanted to please him, to make him as crazy for me as I was for him. My grip tightened on his cock and I sucked harder.
He thrust into my mouth, then pulled away. “You can put your mouth on me next time,” he whispered, giving me another hot kiss. “Right now I want you pinned under me, screaming my name.”
That visual stole the breath from my lungs.
He raised up over me, staring down at me with incredible tenderness, his hands spreading my hair around my head in a halo. “I always wanted to see you like this. Beautiful and soft.”
“And naked in your arms?” I guessed.
“Naked in my arms,” he agreed, then leaned in and kissed my shoulder. “With your breasts in my face, your nipples calling to my mouth,” he continued, and followed that statement with his lips grazing over the tips of my breasts.
I gave a low, shuddering cry.
“Naked in my arms, with your thighs over my shoulders,” he said softly, moving down my body and lightly running his mouth down my belly. His thumbs moved to my sex, and he ran one down the wet seam.
“Josh,” I moaned, unable to do anything but breathe his name. “Please. I want you inside me.”
He ignored my pleas, parting the lips of my sex and licking me in a long, slow motion that set me to shuddering and whimpering.
“You taste so sweet, Marie,” he whispered, and I felt that wild purr start up again. “Slick and wet and so good. I could spend hours here.”
I moaned at the thought. I wouldn’t be able to survive hours. I’d expire, happy and content and boneless. When he licked again I squirmed under him, feeling that ache deep in my core rising and helpless to do anything about it. My hips rose in response to his next lick, and I cried his name out again.
“Need you,” he breathed. “Next time, I’ll spend hours there.”
“Whatever,” I said, twisting under him, desperate with need. “Please. I
He surged back over me, pushed my quivering legs wide, and settled on top of me, propping his body up on his elbows. Then he leaned in to kiss me again. The man loved kissing more than I’d thought possible.
He lifted one of my legs, anchoring it around his waist. His hand slid between us as he positioned himself, and I felt the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. I tensed a little, anticipating his slow slide into my body.
It had been so long that I wasn’t prepared for his thrust as he sank in to the hilt, and I yelped.
He stiffened, the hot, glazed look in his eyes turning to horror. “Marie . . . baby? You okay?”
I squirmed, digging my fingernails into his flesh. He was so big. “I’m good. Just give me a minute. It’s been a while.”
He stared at me. “How long has it been?”
“A few . . . years. Maybe . . . a decade.”
He swore, trying to pull off me. “Fuck, Marie. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I would have—”
I silenced him with a kiss, wrapping my legs around him. The last thing I wanted was to be treated like some delicate flower. “Shhh. Can we just go on with this?”
He kissed me back, almost grudgingly. “Tell me when you stop hurting.”
I took his lower lip in my mouth and sucked on it, eliciting a groan from him. His hips jerked against mine, resulting in a little dig of his cock buried deep inside me. And it felt . . . good. A little twingey, but I was adjusting. I rocked my hips a little against him. “Oh, yeah. It’s definitely stopped hurting. Give me more, Josh.”
Strain creased his forehead. “I’ll go slow, but you have to tell me if you hurt.” And he very slowly rocked his hips against my own in a smooth, circling motion. I followed his lead, once, twice, and then he began to pump into me slowly, his gaze intent on my face, watching my reactions.
“I’m not a virgin, so you don’t have to be so—” My mouth parted as he stroked into me. “Oh . . . ”
“Good oh or bad oh?” His voice sounded strained, his movements stilling.
My fingers clenched his ass. “
He began to pump into me, harder, faster. The twinges of discomfort were soon buried in an onslaught of sensation. I’d never felt anything like this before. Every nerve ending was alive and on fire, and my hips rose to meet his with every thrust, my movements clumsy in comparison to his, but I didn’t care. I needed him, needed this.
Josh whispered against my neck as he rocked deep into me, each thrust jolting my body, his movements becoming rougher, jerkier. My body was tensing but I wasn’t quite there yet, and my fingers dug into him harder as his hips pistoned against my own. “Josh . . . I need . . . ”
“I know,” he gasped, punctuating his words with another thrust. “I’m going to give it to you.”
Watching my face, he slid his hand between us, searching. His fingers parted the lips of my sex and found my clit, and then he thrust again, rubbing against it.
If I thought I was on fire before, I was an inferno now. My entire body jolted like a live wire, and the pleasure I’d been chasing came closer. “Right there!”
He continued to thrust, his fingers teasing the bud with quick, rapid movements. Thrust, stroke, thrust, stroke, and my body kept tensing harder until I thought I would snap in two, my muscles locking so tight.
And then I went over the edge, my entire body clenching around him in a hard, rocking orgasm. I screamed his name as he thrust hard and wild into me. His teeth locked down on my collarbone, biting me as he came in his own quick, violent release.
He rocked over me a moment longer, kissing my mouth one last, slow time, and then rolled over to lie next to me. He exhaled a deep, gusty breath.
I echoed it, my body still quivering. “Damn,” I said softly.
“A decade, huh?”
“Hush up, Josh.”
He kissed my palm. “In all seriousness . . . are you okay?”
“I think I pulled a few muscles—but I’ve never been better.”
• • •
Even exhausted and deliciously sated from lovemaking, I couldn’t sleep. Next to me, his hand curled in my hair, leg thrown over mine, Josh slept, his chest rumbling in a purr. I closed my eyes and tried to will my body to sleep, but after an hour of tossing and turning, I gave up.
I carefully detangled myself without waking him and tiptoed down the hall for a quick shower. Then, after I
