Page 121 of Brittle Heart

“Fuck… I…” Joshua stammers, his hand cupping my cheek, trembling slightly. But his erection twitches in my grasp. “Are you sure? We can wait. We can just—” I grip his cock a bit harder and pump him again, effectively cutting off his protest. “Fuck,” he says again, his forehead falling to mine. Then he confesses, “I don’t think I have a condom here.”

“I’m on birth control,” I whisper.

“I’ve never slept with someone without a condom before,” he whispers back, and I release my grip on his cock, feeling uncertain.

Am I the one pushing him to do something he’s not ready for?

Maybe he doesn’t want me as much as I thought he did.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,” I say, my voice tinged with a hint of hurt.

“IfIdon’t want to?” He chuckles. “Come here.”

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Joshua

Fucking her perfect virgin pussy raw?

Never going to say no to that.

I kiss those silly thoughts right out of her.

“I want to see you,” I say, reaching over to turn on the light on my nightstand. She blinks a few times, her eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness, but then she smiles shyly at me.

“Or we could just stay in the dark,” she suggests, reaching out to turn off the lamp.

I chuckle softly. “Carolina, I need to see your pretty eyes when I make you mine,” I tell her, my voice rough as I turn the light back on. There is insecurity in her eyes, so I continue, “And your pretty face.” Kissing her forehead, I add, “Your pretty nose…” I kiss her nose gently. “And your sweet-as-fuck lips,” I say, capturing them in a deep kiss.

My hand wanders to the covers and slowly pulls them down. Breaking the kiss, I lean our foreheads together, then peer down at her full, beautiful breasts, her nipples hard. I have to close my eyes briefly, thanking the universe for bringing us here.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, leaning in to suck on one nipple while rolling the other between my fingers.

“Joshua.” My name is a plea on her lips as she arches her back, pushing her breasts closer to my face.

I can’t help but grin in delight. But when I want to pull the covers further down, she grabs them and stops me. I look up at her, concerned. “What’s wrong? You can always change your mind. Just tell me.”

She shakes her head and takes a deep breath. “I didn’t change my mind. It’s just… I am not sexy.”

I resist the urge to laugh because I know she’s being vulnerable with me. Just because I’ve thought she was the sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on since the day we met doesn’t mean she believes it herself.

“Carolina,” I say, cupping her cheek gently. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. All those little things you call flaws? They’re nothing but perfection to me. I love every inch of you.” With a reassuring smile, I pull on the covers again, and this time she lets me.

“I love this,” I say, kissing her collarbone tenderly. “I love these,” I say, kissing each of her upper arms one by one. “And I fucking love these,” I say, squeezing her breasts together and licking over each mound and between, making her chuckle.

“I love this,” I say, planting kisses on her soft belly, and tears glisten in her eyes when I look up.

Determined to make her feel loved and wanted, I continue kissing my way down her body, every part of her. When I’m done, I find myself kneeling at the foot of the bed, holding her feet in my hand and kissing her toe, which elicits a giggle from her, a sound that is as rare as it is precious.

I then trail kisses up her leg, along the inside, this time moving closer to my goal between her thighs. Her gaze is hazy with desire as our eyes meet. I pause for a moment, my fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties.

“May I?” I ask, and she slowly nods.

With a gentle touch, I help her out of them, leaving her completely bare before me. She is already wet for me, glistening, making my mouth water.

I need to taste her, to make her come on my tongue and give her what she deserves.

I swipe my hands up her inner thighs, nudging them apart.

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