Page 9 of A Moment for Us
I like this. “No?” I ask, my voice low and gritty.
Josh hooks his fingers in the beltloops, pulling me so I’m against him. “No.”
His lips hover over mine, and we breathe each other in. “What else do you want to do, Josh?”
“I want to taste every inch of you. I want to slide my dick inside you and fuck you until you can’t think of anything else but me. I want to take you so high, you never come down. I want this to be the best fucking day of your life and nothing ever compares to how I make you feel.”
I don’t think he has to work too hard for that because there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell I’ll think of another man after this.
“Well, I think this plan of yours has merit.”
He unhooks the button of my pants, and our eyes don’t break as the sound of the zipper sliding down echoes in the room. “Lie back and let’s pray you had cake fall where I really want my tongue.”
He pulls my pants off, finding that I don’t wear underwear, making this much more efficient.
I lie here, panting, and Josh hovers over me, staring at my body. He lifts my hand, sucking my fingers one at a time, then moves down my arm where there’s icing. I groan as he takes extra time there, sucking off the sugary mixture.
“You taste so sweet. I wonder though, are you sweet everywhere?”
My eyes close as he moves his mouth to my chest, licking my nipple before playfully biting it.
I look at him. “Well, is that spot sweeter?”
“A little bit, but I think . . .” he trails off as his finger swipes a spot of cake on my neck. “I think you will be much better lower.”
“Do you?”
His finger swipes there, grazing my clit. “I do, and look, there’s some cake.”
I bite my lower lip. “Are you going to clean that up?”
“I’m a man of my word,” he says before dropping down, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and then I feel his mouth on me. Josh licks, sucks, and flicks my clit, pushing me toward a climax much faster than ever before.
It’s him.
It’s always him.
When I make a noise, he refocuses on that spot again.
My breathing is labored, and I start to mutter words and his name. He obliterates my ability to think as the most intense orgasm of my life comes. Wave after wave of pleasure takes me under until I struggle to breathe.
Josh climbs up next to me, his hand resting on my cheek. “Hi,” he says with an air of arrogance he’s earned.
“Hi.” I barely get it out between breaths. “That was . . .”
“Good.”
“What’s next on your plan?” I ask as I start to come back to reality.
He grins. “A lot of fucking.”
I get up on my knees. “I have a request.”
“What’s that?”
“Since this is all we’ll have, I want”—I lean down, pushing him back onto the mattress—“to do . . .” My hand moves to his pants, mimicking the way he stripped me of mine. I pull his pants off, his dick springing free, and I lean down. “This.”
Josh’s hands fly to my hair as I take him deep. I use every skill and trick I’ve seen to drive him crazy, which he seems to like because his hips start moving.
