His abs bunched when he began to thrust his hips upward to meet me, and sweat slowly began to appear on his thick chest. I was getting tired myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Not when I knew I was close to coming again.
The first time with Josh hadn’t lasted this long, but I guess with age, Josh had gained stamina. I wasn’t complaining. Especially not when he took over completely and began fucking me from beneath. I held onto his shoulders and let him have his way, taking me in a forceful pounding thrust that sent an echo of lust through our kitchen.
“Fuck,” he gritted. “You feel amazing. I can’t get enough. I can’t …” his words stuck in his throat as he swallowed.
Leaning over, I kissed him softly on the lips, feeling like I was seconds away from falling apart above him.
“Are you close?” he asked.
It was then I noticed the strain in his voice. He was holding back for me. Waiting for me to have a second orgasm before he came.
“I’m so close.”
He lifted me with strength I didn’t know he had, and we lowered to the floor. Then he was like a wild man, fucking me so hard my back slid across the slick floor.
“Come. Come right fucking now.”
I never thought I would be one of those women who were so turned on by demands that I was instantly pushed over the edge, but apparently, I was. My heels dug into the floor, and I came fast and hard. My screams filled the kitchen, echoing over Josh’s murmurs of approval. Then once again, his hand was wrapped around my throat.
He squeezed the sides just hard enough to make me suck in a breath, and said, “Look at me. Look right in my fucking eyes when I fill you up.”
Then he growled, and I watched a beautiful expression cross his face. His mouth fell open, his hard eyes went soft, and he let go, filling me with all that he was until his body went limp on top of me.
“Fuck,” he muttered against the side of my neck.
Those were my thoughts exactly.
Hadn’t I learned my lesson before?
What was it about Josh that made me drop my panties so easily?
And without any kind of protection. I had to be the dumbest bitch in South Carolina. Maybe the town was right about me. Maybe I was a loose woman with no morals because instead of walking away from a man I knew had no feelings left in his heart for me, I opened my legs for him and let him in like I was nothing.
Fuck indeed.
30
Josh
I hadn’t meant for sex to happen,but now that it had, I couldn’t find it in myself to regret it. I hadn’t been with a woman since Jenny three years before, and it was as if my body remembered the feel of her. It took away all rational thought and made decisions for me.
It wanted Jenny.
I had always wanted her.
And once all was said and done and I found myself lying on top of her without the ability to move, I knew my body had made the right decision.
I leaned back and looked down at her. Her hair had fallen out of her ponytail and was lying on the floor around her face. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright. She looked thoroughly fucked, and I was proud I had been the one to make her look that way.
“I can’t believe we just did that. We didn’t even use any protection. How could I be so stupid?” she said, breaking the moment.
I hadn’t told her a baby with me was impossible. That I couldn’t father children. I hadn’t wanted to tell anyone really but seeing her beginning to freak out after such a wonderful moment, I couldn’t help but open for her.
“It’s okay. I—” I started, but before I could get very far, headlights filtered in through the window, and the sounds of her dad’s truck engine filled the space.
Jenny pushed my chest, forcing me off her.
“Shit. He wasn’t supposed to be home tonight.”