Page 22 of Sexploration

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out, her body vibrating as she climbs that final peak.

“Look at me, gorgeous.”

I want her eyes on me when she finally falls over the edge. I want her to think of me each time she’s craving this high.

Her lashes flutter open, her eyes locking on mine. “Oh, God... August!”

Hearing her scream out my name as she comes is almost enough to make me jizz myself, my dick throbbing as her walls pulse around my fingers. The pan of lasagna goes flying to the floor as her body jerks, the orgasm rolling through her. My movements slow, letting her ride those waves all the way to shore. Once they subside, I carefully remove my hand, pulling her top back into place.

She’s still trying to catch her breath, her glossy eyes unfocused as I place a light kiss on her forehead. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Embarrassment causes the color on her flushed cheeks to darken, the haze of ecstasy lifting. “Did we really just... did I just... in my brother’s kitchen?”

I chuckle. “You mean, did you just come apart in my hands? Yes. Yes, you did. And I’m not done with you yet.”

She squeals as I haul her up, throwing her over my shoulder. “Oh, my God.” She giggles. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to my room. You’re staying with me tonight.”

JOSIE

Nervous laughter bubbles out of me as August tosses me on his bed, my ass bouncing on the edge. The man threw me over his shoulder and carried me up the stairs like I weigh nothing, which most definitely is not the case. This after he made me come faster than I ever have. As if I were some virginal girl who’d never been touched before.

Maybe it’s the tequila or the two weeks of sexual tension that felt like foreplay. But the uptight, insecure Josie seems to have been replaced with a woman I don’t recognize. A woman who let her brother’s best friend finger fuck her on the kitchen counter—no inhibitions, no concern for the consequences of her actions. A woman who’d give her right tit for more of him.

The giggles get caught in my throat when I notice his erection tenting his gray sweatpants, a damp spot of precum at the tip. My center tightens with need again. I’ve never wanted to see someone’s dick so badly in my life. But I know his is pretty. The unicorn of penises. Perfect length, completely straight, no random discoloration. Not too thin, not too wide.

Jesus, Josie. What are you? The freaking Goldilocks of cock?

“See something you like, gorgeous?”

My stare moves up his body as he peels off his shirt and throws it to the floor, my palms itching to run over the peaks and valleys of his sculpted abs. Christ on a cracker, even the mere act of looking at him feels like sin.

“Can’t be sure until you take those pants off,” I retort, reaching for him.

Seriously. Who the fuck am I right now?

“Oh, no, you don’t.” He chuckles, batting my hand away as his head shakes. “These are staying on for now.”

I stick out my lower lip in protest, and he leans down to kiss me. The hunger inside me grows as his tongue tangles with mine just briefly before he breaks away. He grabs the hem of my tank top, and I lift my arms as he slides it up my body then over my head.

His eyes roam reverently over my exposed flesh, and my nipples harden, eager for his touch. “So fucking perfect.”

The compliment sends a thrill through me. It’s not every day you get to hear a freaking Adonis tell you your body is flawless.

All thought leaves my brain as he drops to his knees in front of me, a lustful look in his steely eyes. “I got to touch you, now I want to taste you.”

August grabs my shorts, tugging as his fingers hook into the waistband. I lean back on my elbows and raise my hips without hesitation, allowing him to slip them and my panties down my legs. His hands glide back up, his fingertips shooting little volts of electricity through me as they forge a path from my ankles to my knees. I’m finding it hard to remember how to breathe as he spreads me wide, air gasping out of me in quick bursts. There’s something almost primal in his stare as he admires my bare pussy and the desire pooling between my legs.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice deep.

His stare stays locked on mine as he kisses my inner thigh, the gentle press of his lips against my flesh causing my clit to throb with anticipation. He continues making a trail toward the apex of my thighs, his feathery soft mouth moving slowly from one side to the other. It’s the best kind of torture.

I can’t contain the moan of appreciation when he finally reaches my center, his warm breath brushing against me. He kisses me once, then again, before slowly flicking his tongue against me. My legs jerk, and he chuckles low before doing it again.

My hands wrap in the sheets by my side, my eyes laser focused on his mouth between my thighs. August takes his time teasing me, his tongue delicate as it moves up and down my slit. I thrust my hips involuntarily, in need of more friction.

He looks up at me through hooded eyes. “You taste so fucking good.”

---