Page 120 of Brittle Heart

It sends a shiver down my spine, and my breath catches. “I needed to see you too. That’s why I’m here,” I whisper back.

He leans over me, his eyes filled with intensity. I lift his shirt, but he hesitates for a moment before shedding it, revealing his perfect naked chest. I let my fingers wander over his pecs and six-pack, feeling his muscles tense under my touch.

“Carolina,” he breathes out my name like a prayer, closing his eyes.

The room is dim, but there’s enough light from the window for me to see him, just enough to appreciate his beauty. I stroke his cheek, admiring his handsome face, before letting my hand move down to his sleep pants. His hard-on twitches when I rub over the material.

“Fuuuck.” His breath is heavy as he presses his forehead against mine and clenches his teeth. Then, he gently takes my hand away from his crotch, bringing it to his lips to kiss my palm. “Let me take care of you first, or this will be over way too soon.”

He takes hold of my wrists and brings them over my head, securing them with one hand. With his other hand, he glides down my arm, along the side of my chest, and down to my hip. Meanwhile, his knee slides between my thighs, rubbing lightly against me.

The sensation sends a jolt of desire through my body, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan.

He hushes me with a deep kiss while continuing to move his knee against me. Giving my hip a firm squeeze, he trails his hand back up my body, over my breast, squeezing it over my hoodie.

It’s not enough. Wetness pools between my legs, my pussy clenching, needing more. “Joshua,” I breathe out against his lips, needing to catch my breath.

He bites my bottom lip before easing back slightly, releasing my hands. I sit up, making him kneel back, and pull my hoodie over my head, leaving me in just my black bra.

“You’re killing me,” he says with a groan, leaning down to kiss my shoulder and collarbone.

Slowly, he pulls one bra strap down my shoulder, kissing my skin in its wake. Then he adds to the sensation by licking his way back up to my ear.

My body involuntarily shudders from the cool contrast of the air whispering over the path he left. I squeeze my legs around his thigh, trying to dull the building ache. My breath is coming in short pants, and it’s all I can do not to take things into my own hands.

It’s what I’m used to, after all.

“Is this okay?” Joshua asks, his hand gently squeezing my breast over the soft fabric of the bra.

Unclasping my bra, I lean back down, trying to stay covered as I pull it off and toss it on the floor. Next, I shimmy out of my jeans and lose my socks, leaving me with just my panties under the covers.

I wish I was bolder and more confident, but I’m not willing to risk the idea of him being disappointed with what he sees. Having his hands on me, feeling my imperfections, is enough to make me want to run, but fuck, he feels so good. This feels so incredible, so surreal, that I don’t want it to end.

Internally, I’m shaking with nerves, but I try to keep my voice steady as I reassure him, “More than okay.”

“Carolina…” His breaths are heavy when he leans over me again, his hand gliding up my thigh, running his fingers over my skin while kissing me passionately.

His hand then moves up over my belly, finding my breast without any barrier between us. They are not cute perky tits, and I worry if he will like them, but the groan he lets out against my lips and the hardness I feel against my leg dismisses any fears.

He takes one of my nipples between his fingers, pinching it gently, and I arch my back, overwhelmed by the incredible sensation that makes me even wetter. “Dio,” I murmur as his cinnamon scent fills my nose.

His hand finds my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers, making me gasp. “I’m going to learn your body inside and out, know every little thing that makes you sound like that,” he promises.

His knee is back between my thighs, pressing against my pussy, and I notice how damp my panties have become.

My hand ventures down to his crotch again, this time slipping inside his pants. He’s not wearing boxers underneath, allowing me to grab him directly. My touch causes him to hiss, and I grip him firmly like he showed me, pumping him a few times.

“I said you need to come first,” he says, lifting my chin with his finger and forcing me to look into his eyes, my hand still working him.

Didn’t Cindy say he would get the hint?

I’m lying here nearly naked with his cock in my hand, and he doesn’t seem to be making any moves in the direction I want this to go. So, I pull out the big guns, hoping I don’t embarrass myself.

“I want you. Please make me yours,” I whisper, my heart racing with nervousness.

He freezes for a moment, and my heart skips a beat, fearing I might have ruined the moment. But then he exhales. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he asks, his voice filled with surprise.

“Fuck me, Joshua,” I whisper, thankful for the darkness in the room as I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

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