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Joshua leans forward and sucks one nipple into his warm mouth. His teeth saw and pluck at the sensitive tip. I clamp my thighs together. A raw ache pulses in my most intimate of places. He runs his palms over me and pushes my bottoms over my hips, exposing me to him. Goose bumps form over my heated skin with each puff of his breath.
There isn’t a vibrator or dildo in existence which will make me feel all this.
Each touch, kiss, and breath creates a multitude of sensations, and my brain attempts to sort through them all. His sensual assault leaves me hyperaware.
No other man has affected me like this. Maybe it’s why I resorted to a relationship with my toys. Many times, I questioned my aversion to more than a quick roll in the hay. In the time I’ve spent with Joshua, I’ve been forced to examine my old ways. I chalk it up to bubble-wrapping my heart, keeping it locked away so some asshole couldn’t shatter it.
Joshua’s healing hands are a different matter.Heis unlike the others, from the way he listens and interacts with me to his gentle and loving touch.
Lying me down in only my panties, his gaze caresses me in the daylight shining through my cracked blinds. Feeling beautiful and loved, my arms remain at my sides, drawing strength from his admiration.
He presses one knee on the bed and crawls on top of me. “I want to savor this—savor you.”
Smiling, I pull his mouth to mine. “You still have too many clothes on,” I say and push at his opened shorts, loose and only hanging on because of the round globes of his ass. He moves, but instead of shucking off the rest of his clothes, he removes my underwear and settles between my thighs.
His grinning face disappears, and my back arches. He bends my body to his will. Not that I put up any sort of fight at the delicious torture.
Another box checked by my sexy nurse. His oral game is generous. Sweat sheens across my body as he turns me into a limp noodle of satisfied woman.
Joshua Bradley can nurse me back to life any day.
