Page 14 of Decidedly With Baby
Josh’s fingers found my happy place and it got a little happier. He thrust two fingers inside me and his thumb caressed my clit. “Oh, God, that feels sooo good,” I said with a slight slur. I reached out and clumsily grabbed his hard length. And for the first time since he had removed his jeans, I paid attention to hiscock.
His well-endowedcock.
Did you hear that sound? That was angels weeping at the beauty (and size) of it. Weeping because they wouldn’t get to experience it. Iwould.
Their loss—mygain.
I caressed the head, red and leaking pre-cum, and smeared the liquid around with my thumb. “I need you inside me,” I cleverly pointedout.
“Do you think you’re wet enough for me?” he asked with a smirk. He knew Iwas.
“I’m soaking for you. I don’t think I can get any wetter.” I squirmed on the bed, getting even more turned on by the conversation. I spread my legs wide and slid my fingers between my lips, spreading the dampness around my super-sensitive clit. “See?”
Josh’s eyes darkened and a small smirk slipped ontomyface. He was as turned on by this as I was. “I definitely agree with you there. Where are thecondoms?”
“There’s some in the nightstand drawer.” I gestured in its generaldirection.
Josh leaned over and a moment later straightened with a string of condom wrappers in his hand. He ripped one open and fumbled the condom intoplace.
Guess we were both drunker than I’d first realized. But Josh wasn’t drunk enough not to be able to get it up. His cock stood proud and eager and ready foraction.
That made two ofus.
He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, pressed his tip against my entrance, and slowly pushed inside me. My girlie part sat up and took notice, happy to once again have a visitor of the malevariety.
Josh plunged deep inside me. You know how after you’ve been on a diet and finally get to have chocolate cake again, the cake tastes better than you remembered? No—I don’t mean the crappy birthday cake they make for kids, with whatever Disney princess is big at the time. I mean the qualitystuff.
Welcome to sex withJosh.
And the moan I just made? It had nothing to do with chocolatecake.
He pulled out of me—not far enough for his cock to leave my heat, but far enough to ignite every nerve ending in the most sensitive part of me—my throbbing core. The other most sensitive part? His talented, ever-so-thoughtful thumb kept it from feeling neglected. I writhed about, gripping thesheet.
As my body rushed headlong toward the edge of the abyss I had been waiting forever to revisit, it yelled, “Forget the fake engagement. You need to marry this guy so you can always have greatsex.”
I reminded myself that it only felt that way due to the wine. My brain whispered, “Liar. This is the best sex you’ve had in a while.” And as I tumbled into the abyss while crying out in ecstasy, my brain conveniently ignored how this was the first time in forever since I’d had sex,period.
And it was the last time Josh and I would ever have sex together. Why? Because friends with benefits always got messy and complicated. I didn’t want to deal withthat.
So those angels who wept at how they would never get to have sex with Josh? I now knew theirpain.
6
Josh
What’sthe worst sound to hear when you wake up hungover? Make that the second worst sound after a sledgehammer outside the window—which pretty much sounded like the one in myhead.
That’s right—the chirping of a bird, happily pointing out you were an idiot last night for drinking so much. The one outside the window was also telling me if I hadn’t gotten drunk, I wouldn’t be feeling likecrap.
Noshit.
The memory of last night’s loss came rushing in with a vengeance, and Igroaned.
A moment later another memory joined it—and my eyes snappedopen.
Hugemistake.
Sunlight glared through the open curtains. I shut my eyes again, not that it made a difference. The sledgehammer in my head wasn’t vanishing anytimesoon.
