Page 35 of Won't Let Go
“I’ve been thinking about the conversation we had this morning, literally all day. I can’t stop thinking about it… and that’s not okay. I’m… I’m such a mess.”
“Thinking about my mouth on your pussy, is not a bad thing, Jade,” he reasons, his voice crushed velvet.
How can he go and say it like that?
“Yes. It is. Don’t you understand that?”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t do those things, and you have a girlfriend.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” More than anyone else.
“Then maybe, we should go into the bedroom, and I’ll lay you down, and we can try. Maybe you’re thinking about it a lot, because that’s what you need.”
“But what if it’s not? What if I don’t like it?” What if it’s ugly? What if I have a panic attack or worse?
“Then we stop. But something tells me we are both going to like it. A lot.” His smirk says he believes just that.
“What if you don’t?” Doesn’t he get it? What if it’s bad? It could be.
“I will.” That damn smirk of his transforms into a smile like he finds me funny or something else entirely.
I slap his pec. “Josh. I’m serious.”
“So am I, babe. I’m gonna love it. I know I will. We’re gonna take it a step at a time. First, things first.” Josh releases my neck and clasps my hand in his and slowly escorts me to the bedroom. Every few steps, he checks to see if I’m okay, but we don’t speak. Entering my room, he leads me over to the bed, where he kneels and, oh-so-gently, staring up at me from the floor, hooks his fingers into the waistband of my pajama shorts and panties and waits.
“Are you ready?”
Am I?
Probably not.
But…
Swallowing hard, I nod just once, afraid that if I speak, I’ll chicken out, and I don’t want to. I want to try this. I need to. My body wants to give it a chance, even if it ends badly.
My trembling fingers sift through his soft hair as Josh offers me the sweetest grin before sliding my bottoms to the floor. I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to watch. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if…
A surprised squeak eeks out of my throat as warm air puffs over my bare mound and a tongue slips between my lips. Josh moans like he likes it. Like this isn’t gross to him. My breath stalls, and my knees nearly buckle.
I cannot believe this is happening.
“Let’s lay on the bed, sweetheart, so I can touch you.”
Words fail me as I fall back onto my mattress and my eyes pop open to find Josh standing at the foot, a tent in his shorts with a growing wet spot. His lips are red. Gaze feral. He places a knee on the bed and stalks forward until he’s hovering above me. Nuzzling his nose alongside mine, breath fanning over my lips, Josh reaches under my ass and scoots me higher. Another surprise squeak surfaces as he moves me with so little effort.
WHITE BOY
This is it.
This is when I prove myself.
Fuck. Look at her.
Flushed and breathing heavy, biting that bottom lip, spreading her legs apart so she can cradle me in her hips. I rest my covered cock against her bare pussy. Jade’s responsive moan is music to my ears.
