Page 142 of Honeysuckle
“Take it,” I said, giving him permission. Anything to make him feel comfortable.
Josh let out a soft growl as he settled over me. He spread my legs with his knees, his hands roaming possessively up my chest. He nipped at my jaw, my throat and collarbone. His teeth cool against my hot skin. He was more confident than usual, and it was impossible to contain the pathetic moan that left my lips.
He stopped, his head tilting back, and a smug look appeared on his face.
“Enjoying yourself, Tuck?” He whispered, and all I could do was nod in response.
He huffed darkly, the small nod clearly breaking him a little. I was completely at his mercy, and it was intoxicating. He chuckled against my neck, kissing and biting gently as he committed every inch to memory.
“You should hear yourself.” Josh smiled, his chest rising and falling. His hands traced my side, fingers ghosting over every sensitive spot and drawing more tiny sounds from my lips. “Fuck, Tuck…”
Josh’s breath hitched as he listened to the small noises. It was a relief to see him enjoying himself. His teeth found my neck again, biting harder this time as his hand slid up my thigh and wrapped around me with care. His grip was careful and precise, his strokes slow as he found my ear. “Louder,” he whispered, his breath fanning over my neck.
I couldn’t help the next stuttering moan as he spread my legs wider with his knees and his touch became more possessive, more demanding. He stroked harder, twisting his wrist at the top and eliciting the sharpest sensation of heat in the pit of my stomach.
I pushed my head back into the pillows, arching into his touch, moaning so pathetically I should have been embarrassed, but his touch was so perfect that I knew in that moment I’d never touch myself again without thinking of him.
“Josh,” I breathed out, just trying to control myself.
My heart thundered in my chest. It was clear that he felt the same as he leaned down, his mouth finding mine in a needy, claiming kiss. His fingers kept their steady pace, this thumb pressing against my head.
“Say it for me?” Josh asked. “You’re mine, Tuck, only mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whispered—no hesitation, no fear, just truth.
He groaned softly, his fingers curling around me possessively. I was getting closer, the pressure was building, turning my body tight under his touch. I was a live wire, splintering at the core and completely at his mercy, and all he had done was touch me.
“Look at me,” he demanded gently. "I want to see your face when you fall apart.”
I was teetering on the edge of a full-blown meltdown as my body tightened, trembling under his careful touch. My skin was on fire and my mind was hazy with pleasure as he started to move faster. It was moments of heaving breathing and soft coaxing before I came completely undone in his hand.
Josh caught it, his fingers still gently working me through the aftershocks.. His eyes flickered down to the mess with a proud, satisfied smirk. He adjusted, inhaling me as he positioned himself above me and kissed the sweat from my jaw.
“This was supposed to be about you,” I murmured, fingers threading through his hair as he eased between my legs and notched himself at my entrance.
He looked down at me, his eyes softening, his voice barely audible when he whispered. "It’s aboutus,Tuck, it’s always about us.”
“I love you,” I said, my heart beating painfully in my chest at the sight of him. He was happy and proud, every scar highlighted on his tanned, sweaty skin; Just begging to be touched.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine as he pushed inside with one slow and gentle thrust. My mouth fell open from the pressure as he sank deeper, his hand squeezing my hip and the other bracing against my bicep. His brows came together with a small stuttering breath as his shaft twitched inside of me.
“I know,” he whispered, his voice cracking as he held himself still and both of us adjusted.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought to maintain myself. I felt too full, too complete,too fucking loved. Josh pressed his lips to mine in a soft, gentle kiss as he started to move, his thrusts deep and purposeful.
I was prepared for the kind of sex I always had. With Cael, it was fun, quick and almost always about him. I loved him for who he was and what he needed. He was a giver, but it was always just sex. I’d braced myself for rough and mean—for the anger to bleed into his lust—but I wasn’t prepared for Josh tomake love to me. It was soft and slow. Like he wasn’t fighting with himself or just bearing the pain from the contact.
He was enjoying himself.
“Dean, youhaveto look at me,” he said. "I need that,” his voice was breaking and it demanded my attention because even through his strength he needed my help, and that was okay.
“I’m here,” I whispered. Our eyes locked—and Josh finally exhaled. “It’s me.” I pressed my open hand to his lower back, guiding him deeper with a guttural moan, his hips instinctively responding by pushing harder as he bottomed out against me.
His gaze seared into mine, lit with a kind of heat I’d never seen from him before. Every twitch, every moan was echoed by the sound of our skin coming together. I watched as Josh became dizzy with lust, his thighs tightening and his breaths becoming shorter. His eyes glazed over as he hit that spot again. His lips found mine as he panted my name while his entire body shook around me from the force of his release.
I brushed his sweaty hair from his face as he slowed his pace and tried to catch his breath, his cock still fluttering from his release. My chest clenched as he nuzzled into the touch, his breathing slowly returning to normal. He finally looked up at me, his eyes softer and sated. He peppered soft kisses against my jaw, his skin glowing as he drew his hips out and rolled off of me into the mattress.
Josh pressed a kiss to my lips, his hand coming up to graze my jaw with a smile on his face. “Against the wall,” he ordered under his breath, and I rolled my eyes, moving over so my back was against the cold bedroom wall.
