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“My lip gloss,” she gasped.
He traced her lips with his tongue, then dipped deeper, sharing the strawberry flavor with her.His kiss growing bolder, fuller, he pulled her in tighter, supporting both of them as Nazalie legs grew weak. Joshua stroked her hips in a circular motion, his hands inching higher and higher. His hot breath caressed her neck a second before his mouth skimmed her oversensitive flesh. Her spot. He remembered. The fact that he still knew what she liked turned her inside out as much as the touch of his lips on her skin. His touch sent spasms of pleasure through every fiber of her being.
She bit back a moan, her head falling to rest on his shoulder.
Nazalie slowly moved her hips over his length, building till they found their rhythm. She wasn’t going to let him enter her yet. She was going to torture him first.
She could hear him groaning, his length was throbbing beneath her. His lips had found their way to her left nipple; he was sucking and lightly nipping through her dress. The feeling of his stiff length rubbing against her clit was enough to drive her to the edge.
“Uhhh…” she moaned, forming incoherent words. She could hear Joshua groan as he nipped her neck playfully.
“I want you to take me now.” She whispered in his ear, tightening her hold on his shoulders.
Joshua obliged. Nazalie was wearing the dress he bought her and a pair of lace panties. It was easy for him to slip them aside and enter her.
Nazalie gasped as she felt his shaft inside her. It felt amazing. She let him thrust into her for a while before she joined in. Matching his thrusts with hers as they led each other to ecstasy.
They lay on the couch, panting, the TV still playing whatever movie they were supposed to be watching.
“Do you want to go again?” Joshua asked, palming her breasts. She smiled down at him.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Joshua
Joshua was not in the office. It was the weekend, but that never stopped him from workingbefore. The only thing that was changing him nowadays was the presence of a certain woman in his life.
They were at the mall, shopping together and he couldn’t stop smiling. All this felt natural to him. Them hanging out together felt like something they had been doing forever. He still had no idea why he was so attracted to Nazalie. He should find her pride slightly annoying, but it was endearing.
Joshua admired her passion. Nazalie was the kind of person that would do anything to get what she wanted. He thought back to the evening before. She’d been stunning, silhouetted against the waterside, wind rippling her dress and lifting her hair. She had an understated style and innate grace that proclaimed her timeless beauty regardless of what she wore.
“We need to go get groceries after this. I’ve had enough takeout in the past week to last me a lifetime. I don’t know how you do it… Wait, why are you smiling? Is there something on my face?”
Joshua hadn’t realized he was still smiling. He quickly shook his head with a broader smile. She looked cute when she was fussing. She kept touching her face and her hair to see if there was something on it.
It almost made him laugh. It puzzled Joshua. Looking at her made him smile, watching her made him laugh. He felt warmth in his chest that he hadn’t felt before.
Before his thoughts could go any further, his phone rang.
“Mum…” Joshua whispered. She only called when something was wrong.
“Hello? Mum? Are you okay?”
“I’m alright, son,” came a cheerful voice on the other side of the phone. “You’re always so fussy. I miss you is all.”
Joshua noticed that her voice sounded a bit strained. Something was wrong. His mother had arthritis and would often lay down, not being able to do anything. She didn’t like to call for help because she didn’t want to be a bother. It frustrated Joshua to no end.
“I’ll be there soon, mum. Hold on for a while.”
They drove for about fifteen minutes before they pulled up in front of a posh looking apartment. Joshua searched his pockets for his spare key. It was in the dashboard compartment.
From the look of the inside, only older people lived there. That was why he got this pace for her. It wasn’t too far from his apartment, and she could hang out with people of her own age.
“Joshua, what are we doing here?” Nazalie asked, following him inside. He was surprised that she had quelled her curiosity until they got this far. He didn’t tell her where they were going; he said they were going somewhere.
“We’re here to see my mum,” Joshua answered, opening the door.
“Mum?!” He called, dropping his keys on the coffee table.
