Then she looked away from his face, bringing her attention to that most masculine part of him. She was hungry for him. There was no other word for it.
She was starving for a taste.
And that hunger overtook everything else.
She flicked her tongue out and tasted him, his skin salty and hot. But the true eroticism was in his response. His head fell back, his breath hissing sharply through his teeth. And he reached out, pressing his hand to her back, spreading his fingers wide at the center of her shoulder blades.
Maybe she didn’t have skill. Maybe she didn’t know what she was doing. But he liked it. And that made her feel powerful. It made her feel needed.
She slid her hand down his shaft, gripping the base before taking him more deeply into her mouth. His groan sounded torn from him, wild and untamed, and she loved it.
Because Joshua was all about control. Had been from the moment she’d first met him.
That was what all this was, after all. From the ad in the paper to his marriage proposal—all of it was him trying to bend the situation to his will. To bend those around him to his will, to make them see he was right, that his way was the best way.
But right now he was losing control. He was at her mercy. Shaking. Because of her.
And even though she was the one pleasuring him, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction flood her as she continued to taste him. As she continued to make him tremble.
He needed her. He wanted her. After a lifetime of feeling like nobody wanted her at all, this was the most brilliant and beautiful thing she could ever imagine.
She’d heard her friends talk about giving guys blow jobs before. They laughed about it. Or said it was gross. Or said it was a great way to control their boyfriends.
They hadn’t said what an incredible thing it was to make a big, strong alpha male sweat and shake. They hadn’t said it could make you feel so desired, so beloved. Or that giving someone else pleasure was even better—in some ways—than being on the receiving end of the attention.
She swallowed more of him, and his hand jerked up to her hair, tugging her head back. “Careful,” he said, his tone hard and thin.
“Why?”
“You keep doing that and I’m going to come,” he said, not bothering to sugarcoat it.
“So what? When you did it for me, that’s what I did.”
“Yes. But you’re a woman. And you can have as many orgasms as I can give you without time off in between. I don’t want it to end like this.”
She was about to protest, but then he pulled her forward, kissing her hard and deep, stealing not just her ability to speak, but her ability to think of words.
He left her for a moment, retrieving his wallet and the protection in it, making quick work of putting the condom on before he laid her back down on the couch.
“Wait,” she said, the word husky, rough. “I want... Can I be on top?”
He drew back, arching one brow. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He gripped her hips, reversing their position, bringing her to sit astride him. He was hard beneath her, and she shifted back and forth experimentally, rubbing her slick folds over him before positioning him at the entrance of her body.
She bit her lip, lowering herself onto him, taking it slow, relishing that moment of him filling her so utterly and completely.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered when he was buried fully inside of her.
He reached up, brushing his fingertips over her cheek before lowering his hand to grip both her hips tightly, lift her, then impale her on his hard length again.
“Just do what feels good,” he ground out, the words strained.
She rocked her hips, then lifted herself slightly before taking him inside again. She repeated the motion. Again and again. Finding the speed and rhythm that made him gasp and made her moan. Finding just the right angle, just the right pressure, to please them both.
Pleasure began to ripple through her, the now somewhat familiar pressure of impending orgasm building inside her. She rolled her hips, making contact right where she needed it. He grabbed her chin, drawing her head down to kiss her. Deep, wet.
And that was it. She was done.
Pleasure burst behind her eyes, her internal muscles gripping him tight as her orgasm rocked her.
She found herself being rolled onto her back and Joshua began to pound into her, chasing his own release with a raw ferocity that made her whole body feel like it was on fire with passion.
He was undone. Completely. Because of her.
He growled, reaching beneath her to cup her ass, drawing her hard against him, forcing her to meet his every thrust. And that was when he proved himself right. She really could come as many times as he could make her.
She lost it then, shaking and shivering as her second orgasm overtook her already sensitized body.
He lowered his head, his teeth scraping against her collarbone as he froze against her, finding his own release.
He lay against her for a moment, his face buried in her neck, and she sifted her fingers through his hair, a small smile touching her lips as ripples of lingering pleasure continued to fan out through her body.
He looked at her, then brushed his lips gently over hers. She found herself being lifted up, cradled against his chest as he carried her from the couch to the stairs.
“Time for bed,” he said, the words husky and rough.
She reached up and touched his face. “Okay.”
He carried her to his room, laid her down on the expansive mattress, the blanket decadent and soft beneath her bare skin.
This would be their room. A room they would share.
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