Page 60 of Tell Me Again

“Hey, you okay?”

“Hmm?”

Josh’s hands rub lightly up my back to my shoulders. I hadn’t even realized he was behind me. I’m supposed to be making fucking coffee, but I’ve probably been standing here staring at the coffee maker for several minutes.

“I’m no expert,” he says, “but I think you have to actually put the coffee grounds and water into the machine for it to brew.” His voice is teasing but also deep, and his hands—shit, I can’t wait until later.

I groan and drop the bag of coffee grounds onto the counter as I turn around, and he’s immediately in my arms again. His lips find mine, and I sort of stumble back half a step until I run into the counter. But he’s pressing up against me, his hands on my hips and his tongue sweeping through my mouth.

Hot. It’s hot. He’s fucking hot. This is all really, really fucking hot.

That’s about the extent of my thoughts right now. Especially when he moans into the kiss, his lips capturing mine again and again, his tongue tasting me. It’s some sort of fiery, silky, wet softness that’s mixed with an urgent—fucking hot—desire. Yeah. That’s it.

He’s still hard too. His hands slip under my shirt along my lower back, searing my skin, and they bring our hips together more. More. I want more still. I need him. It’s a fucking need like I’ve never had before.

“God, you’re—you’re just...”Everything. You’re everything, and you’re here, finally. And I want you.

His lips are on my neck now, and it’s sending waves of this amazing heat through me. Holy fuck, is this what he was feeling when I was kissing him earlier? I thought it had felt good to be kissing him, but god, this is even more. Even better.

And when one of his hands wanders around to my stomach and then teases along the waistband of my jeans, god, I can barely fucking breathe.

“Holy shit, Josh, I—”

His hips press into me again, more deliberately this time. Like he’s—oh, god. His hand dips down between us, and he strokes me through my jeans.

Fuck, I’m not going to survive this.

“God, you’re so hard.” His voice is a hoarse whisper now, hot against my cheek.

He does it again—strokes me—and this time, I think he’s rocking against me too, and his lips are back on my throat. It’s so many sensations all at once.

Too much, maybe. Too much, too fast.

But then again, maybe it’s not. I am fucking twenty-five years old, after all. Ready to not be a virgin anymore. And I’m totally in love with him.

So, fuck, there’s that.

I’m fucking in love with him, and I have been for so long. And I want this to mean forever. I want us to be forever. And I’m not entirely sure what that means or what that looks like, or—

“Ah, fuck, that’s so—”

“You feel so good,” he breathes against my neck. Then he trails more kisses and his hot tongue down lower to the base of my neck, and he somehow finds this spot that’s just the fucking best spot ever. And he sucks hard.

“Ahh, god, god, yeah. Soooooo, soooooo fucking good.”

We both moan long and low as he presses against me again, moving his hand away. I feel his hard, hot shaft rubbing against mine. Holy hell, my fucking pants are too tight, and he feels huge and thick, even constrained in his jeans. I have this incredibly strong urge to touch him to see just how big he is.

But it’s too much now. Too much, and yet I still want more.

He cups my cheek as his lips work their way back up my neck, and then his mouth covers mine as he thrusts his hips against me again.

God, I want this. I want him. But... I want forever, too. So we shouldn’t rush. I mean, I think—I think that’s what I was trying to think, before he interrupted my thinking in the most fucking amazing and wonderful way.

“Ahh, Josh, I—”

He stops me with another kiss, and then he moans into me and pulls back, breathing hard. I manage to open my eyes, and he’s got his eyes closed, his head tilted back a bit. One of his hands is now under my shirt, resting on my stomach, and the other is still on my cheek.

Fuck, that’s... hot. He’s gorgeous and hot and sexy, and I want to touch him now too. Kiss his neck, taste his skin everywhere, undress him, stroke his dick. Slowly, though.

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