Page 94 of Terms + Conditions
“Is that whatyouwant?” Elizabeth asks, her fingers toying with the hem of my dress pants.
“Not even close, Sugar.” The pads of my fingers skate along her jaw, pulling her mouth back to mine, but I don’t let our lips touch. She gasps when I nip at her bottom lip. “Tell me you want this, Elizabeth. That you want me.”
Her brows pinch together, eyes roaming my face before she whispers, “Ineedyou, Josh.”
Her words send the blood rushing to my cock. Elizabeth closes the gap between us and I can taste the wine on her tongue. Her fingertips take their time as if rememorizing every crevice and ridge as they slide up my chest, gliding around the sides of my neck and interlocking at the base of my skull.
Keeping one hand braced against the wall, my other tugs at the messy blonde waves. I move from her mouth to her jaw, working my way down the column of her throat. I nip at her collarbone, sucking the sweet skin between my teeth, soothing the bite with my tongue. Repeating the process until the beginnings of a mark form. Her head falls back against the wall, pressing her chest flush against mine, and I can feel her nipples through the fabric of the burgundy-colored dress.
I can’t wait to rip the damn thing off, but not yet…Patience is a virtue and if this is truly the last opportunity I have to show this woman my love for her, I’m going to take my time.
Kissing her again, I nudge her legs apart with my foot, and lift my thigh to meet her center. She moans against my mouth when my leg presses against her clit, and she grinds againstme, chasing after her release. The sleeves of her dress begin to fall down the slopes of her shoulders, exposing the swell of her breasts.
“Good baby,” I whisper, pulling away from her mouth to watch. Wet arousal begins to cover my leg and just knowing the effect this is having on her makes me grow harder. Her head falls back, eyes screwed shut and she rubs against me, growing needier by the second, as I grind into her. “Eyes on me, Sugar.” I grasp her chin, forcing her brown eyes to meet mine. “Do you want to come?”
She whines, her nails digging into the white shirt that covers my shoulders.
I pull her mouth back to mine in a searing kiss and press my thigh a little further into her clit, until my name falls off her lips and her orgasm rips through her. Her hands clutch my shirt as I work her through the release, watching her come undone in the palms of my hands. And it’s fucking breathtaking.
She takes a few steadying breaths, but I don’t wait for her to catch her breath, lifting her off her feet and slinging her legs over my hips, pinning her against the wall. I kiss and lick the delicate skin of her neck, pulling the top of her dress completely off her arms to expose her chest. Her nipples are like perfect little peaks. I cup one of her breasts in my hand, massaging the doughy flesh and pinching the sensitive bud. When I press my mouth to hers again, there’s nothing calculated about the way I kiss her. It’s frantic and messy, but she meets me with the same amount of passion, and I fucking love it.
“Josh,” she pleads, grinding her pussy over my throbbing erection.
“Let’s see how wet you are for me,” I say, using my hips to pin her to the wall. I pull her dress up, bunching the fabric around her waist. Pushing the material of her underwear out of the way,I run my finger up her slit and hum in satisfaction. “Fuck, Sugar. You’re drenched.”
Her head falls back against the wall when I slip one finger inside her, using my thumb to circle her clit.
“Shit,” she exhales when I pull my finger from her and slip it into my mouth, moaning at the taste of her.
I carry her to the bed, dropping her on her back, my mouth still latched to her, sucking the delicate skin behind her ear. Her fingers grab for the buttons on my shirt, undoing them as I kiss down the column of her throat. Soft hands rake down my chest, finally opening the white dress shirt.
Elizabeth presses her lips to my throat, planting soft kisses on my skin, before she pulls my mouth back to hers. “Please fuck me, Josh,” she begs, and something swells inside my chest.
Fear? Regret? Need? Love? A combination of all four? I don’t know how to describe it, but it makes my chest tighten. What are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this. We’ve been separated for months, living separate lives unbeknownst to everyone else. When we wake up tomorrow, we won’t go back to Josh and Elizabeth, we’ll still be JoshandElizabeth. We’ll go back to our new lives, apart from one another…
“Baby,” Elizabeth whispers, gripping my chin to bring my gaze back to her. “Don’t. Don’t think about it. Tonight, it’s you and me. Okay?”
My tongue pokes out to wet my lips, and I slowly begin to meet her nod with my own, but not without seeing the saddened look in her warm chocolate eyes. I don’t miss the tears that collect in the corners of her eyes as she brushes her fingers along the side of my face, offering me a soft smile.
“I wantyou, Josh. I’ve always wanted you.”
“Then kiss me, Sugar.”
And she does, soft and leisurely, nails raking through my hair.
I cup her face as we take our time. This kiss isn’t like the others, it’s not frantic or messy. Our mouths mold together, tongues tangling in a dance as we relish in the moment. And there isn’t a damn question in my mind about whether this is real. I know it is…was.
We shrug out of our clothes, letting them fall to the floor without caring where they land.
“Come here,” I urge when I crawl back onto the bed, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her to straddle me.
Her palms brace against my chest, rocking her hips against mine, and my cock hardens. She leans down to kiss me and I cradle her neck, exchanging a few wet kisses. My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips when she lifts, rubbing against my length.
It’s been too long since I had her last, and the anticipation is fucking brutal.
Centering my cock, Elizabeth’s head falls back as soon as the tip rubs against her entrance. I waste no time, gripping her hips and pushing into her with a shared gasp.
“You okay, Sugar?” I ask, and she nods fervently, lowering herself further until she is fully seated on me. “You’re so tight, my god,” I hiss.
