Page 34 of The Soul that Redeems Me
“What, baby?” his fingers tweaking my hard nipples poking through my tiny top.
“I want…I want you to taste me.” I whispered into the tent.
He pulled back with hooded eyes as he turned me to face him, “Say it again.” He urged, licking his lips.
With a growing confidence, I replied, “I want you to taste me.” A warmth overtaking my face.
He swallowed thickly and sought my eyes again for confirmation. I wanted him to know the depth of my need for him so I said it again.
“I want you to taste me, Josh. I want to experience that, with you.” As I leaned in and kissed him, my tongue darting out and licking his bottom lip before I pulled back and looked back into his eyes.
“You need to stop, you say stop, and I stop. Agreed?”
I nodded my head and he placed a hand against my chest and silently urged me to lay back. My heart rate started to increase and my palms began to sweat as he settled between my spread legs and leaned over to kiss me. His large hands explored my tits, massaging and kneading them as he pulled my cami off and placed it above my head.
His mouth descended to my nipples, pulling and sucking one into his mouth before switching to the other to show it the same attention. He took his time working me up, playing with my sensitive breasts, rubbing his covered cock against my aching core before he slowly started kissing down my stomach.
When he reached the waistband of my yoga pants, he slipped his fingers into it and pulled it away from my skin as his tongue kisses and licked the skin underneath. I found myself squirming and bucking under him, needing more of his mouth on me. He slowly started to remove my pants, placing soft kisses on the exposed skin as he worked on leg off, then the other.
With each new section of skin, he worshipped more and more of me with his mouth, except for the one area still covered by my panties. As he looked into my eyes, he pulled my panties off, my wetness evident on the garment. He placed my soaked panties in his pocket and allowed his eyes to take in the full site of me exposed to him.
I had never been fully naked in front of a man before tonight and his expression was one filled with love and lust. He brought his hand up to my throat and with one finger, he traced down my collarbone, to my engorged breasts, gently rubbing my sensitive peak before he continued his inspection of my body. He began to shift his body away from mine, as he slowly traced my hip bone and finally, the short hair above my pussy.
His finger moved alongside my hips, never making contact with the area that was now throbbing for his touch. I looked down as he smiled at me and leaned over and kissed my quivering stomach, his tongue darting into my navel before he kissed the path his finger had just taken. I felt his breath nearing my wet pussy and I was starting to get a little nervous.
Sensing my hesitation, he asked, “Do you still want this, Emily?” as he blew cool air over my wetness, my core contracted around nothing as my clit throbbed for attention.
“Yes.” I moaned into the darkness as I felt the tip of his tongue lick my clit, causing an explosion of heat inside my body.
I moaned loudly as he framed my pussy with his hands, using his thumbs to spread my lips apart, and licked slowly from back to front, flicking my clit, before starting all over again. I felt my hips starting to rock with his motions, needing more. His hands reached up and one finger began to stroke my opening, he licked and sucked my clit, making me buck against him.
The faster he sucked and licked me, the more I needed, “More, please.” I groaned out loud, selfishly asking.
I felt the finger stroking my opening begin to breach me and as I looked down, he had his eyes locked on me, looking for signs of distress. I reached down and stroked his hair, his eyes closing with a groan as he pumped one finger into me and sucked my clit into his warm mouth. The tingles I felt building were unlike anything I had ever experienced and I was afraid of the orgasm he was about to pull from me.
Just as I was about to reach down to halt his actions, he curled his finger and hooked into a spot that had my back bowing off the ground. He pulled my clit between his lips and grazed his tongue rapidly against my clit, his finger rubbing a magical spot that had me seeing stars before I burst apart with the most intense orgasm of my life.
I screamed my release into the night air, my chants of love and devotion disappearing into the night sky. I felt myself shatter into a million pieces before they realigned and I floated back to earth. Josh remained between my legs, his head resting on my thigh as he lazily pumped his finger into me and he would reach over and kiss my pussy before he put his head down and signed a content sound.
I found myself rubbing his head as I recovered from my orgasm, a smile on my face. I looked down again and saw Josh smiling up at me, his head still within inches of my most intimate spot. This is where I should feel self-conscious or scared. Instead, I felt contentment and relief. I had allowed a man to guide me through pleasure, trusting he would stop if I needed him to and I had been rewarded for it.
I giggled at first, finding it turned into a full laugh as he climbed up between my legs and leaned back on his heels, a questioning smile on his face. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
I sat up, naked as the day I was born, and threw my arms around his neck, peppering his face with small kisses as I kept laughing. “Nothing’s funny. I’m happy.” I explained as he began to tickle me, resulting in more laughs.
“I’m happy that you’re happy. Let’s get you dressed and we can grab some dessert.” He responded leaning down to kiss me, the taste of my release overtaking me and revving my desire back up.
He pulled away with a smirk as he grabbed my cami and pulled it back on. He reached over and placed my feet into my yoga pants, leaving my ruined panties in his pocket before helping me stand up. I looked down at his straining erection and glanced at him, a silent question asked between us.
Shaking his head, he took me by my hand and he unzipped the tent to a very anxious Jake who, it appeared, had not left the front of the tent area since Josh locked him out. After a reassuring pat on the head, Jake trotted over to the fire and laid down, warming his belly.
Josh and I made s’mores over the fire and fed each other the gooey, chocolaty treat as Jake snored next to us. We cranked the radio and found a more modern station as we listened to music and talked about the upcoming weeks well into the night.
We were leaving for Chicago in a few days and I was getting more and more excited about a life list item I had wanted to add but didn’t have the book to list it. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him we are going to beTilted.
We went to bed a short while later and Josh tucked me into his chest, not allowing me to show him the kind of affection he had shown me tonight, “Tonight was about you. There will be plenty of time for me later.” He kissed me, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
