Page 87 of Free to Live
Joseph
Ifeel her hands run up my sides as I brace myself over her body. I’m panting as Holly reaches for the snap of my jeans and slowly lowers the zipper. Doing so, she frees more than just my cock. She releases me from the idea that I might fail her. I slide my arms beneath her as my cock falls into her waiting hands.
Almost greedily, her fingers reach beneath my boxers and begin stroking gently, learning every ridge, bump, and vein along the way. I push myself deeper into her grip, letting out a long growl.
Shoving against my shoulder, the woman who has become my heart rolls me to my back and begins pulling down my own jeans. Since I was barefoot waiting for her, it only takes lifting my hips slightly for her to yank my pants over my hips.
And suddenly I’m exposed, body and soul.
Yanking her on top of me, I ignore the stirrings of my body as I capture her lips in a searing kiss. Even as my hands roam her smooth skin, I feel hers run over mine. It seems everywhere I touch, she returns the favor. It’s heightening my own arousal to the point I can barely contain myself from throwing her onto the bed and pounding into her. Instead, I roll her to her back and firmly kiss her, leaving us both breathless.
“Hols, sweetheart, I can’t take much more of that,” I gasp.
“Then take what we need,” she pleads.
What we need. Her words settle the ball of anxiety warring with desire in my gut. I push up on my elbow, hovering over her and admiring the way her hair fans out on my pillow, and whisper, “I can’t believe you’re going to be mine.”
Blinking rapidly, her hand comes up and cups my jaw. “I’ve been yours for a while, Joe. It’s just neither of us was ready for it.”
“I’m ready now.” I nudge my hips against hers. “Are you?”
She nods. I slide one of my legs in between hers. My cock becomes coated with her as I glide it against her center over and over. Holly’s eyes melt before they ignite, just like I’ve seen a fire do when it’s about to explode into uncontrollable flames.
On an upward glide, the leaking from the tip of my cock brushes her inner thigh. She shudders in response, tiny little bumps raising all over her skin. I lean down and nip her shoulder. “How did I get so lucky?” I wonder aloud.
“I don’t know, but if you don’t come inside me soon, I might combust. I mean it.”
I grin down at her before I become very serious. “Hols, I haven’t… I mean, I know you have… Is it safe?” Shit. How am I supposed to ask her about this when I don’t really want to know about any other man. “I don’t have anything here to protect you,” I finally blurt out.
I swear I can hear my heartbeat thud in my head as I wait for her response.
I don’t have to wait long.
Holly pushes at my shoulder. “Sit up.” When I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed, she straddles my legs. Gripping my shoulders tightly, she lowers herself down until her pussy hugs my cock. Rocking back and forth on me, her face tips up to mine. I let her take control of the kiss as I’m desperately clutching her hips so I don’t lose her slick warmth.
“I have an IUD. And I haven’t been with anyone in close to a year,” she whispers against my lips. “We’re protected if you’re comfortable with…”
I nudge the head of my cock inside on the next glide. “Is this enough of a response?”
Her moan is my only answer. Slowly, I release the pressure on her slender hips. Soon, I’m buried deep inside Holly’s warmth, and tears spring to my eyes.
“What is it?” she whispers. Her face is so close to mine, there’s no way she didn’t notice the moisture spilling down my cheeks.
“It…you…so damn right,” I manage to choke out. I wrap my arms around her as tightly as I can. I’m not trying to thrust into her; I’m not even sure I can. I just want to absorb her into me so I can never let her go.
“I feel the same way.” Our foreheads collide. Slowly, I rock her backward. Call it instinct, but the movement doesn’t thrust into her hard. All it does is gently force me deeper into her already filled channel. But at the same time, it somehow manages to nudge her turgid clit. Holly gasps.
Wrapping her arms and legs tighter around me, she rocks back. Her body is flush against mine, our lips connected, and our hearts are touching.
Perfect.
Back and forth, just the way our relationship grew, we guide each other to a culmination that has me burying my head into the side of her neck, groaning with her head tossed back as her inner walls clamp down on me hard. Long moments later, still wrapped in each other’s arms, I hear her whisper, “The world could end, and I’d finally be happy.”
If it’s possible, I tighten my arms around her even more as I slide out of her slowly before I fall back against the pillows with her clutched against my heart.
I’m never letting this woman go.
Never.
