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"Can I go down on you?" He asked, his voice low with a hungry desire, as he brushed his fingers over the puff of hair on my mound. I nodded.
"Please," I murmured back, and with that, he dived between my legs, and tasted me for the first time.
"Fuck," I groaned, and I found my fingers closing around the sheets on the bed as I tried to make sense of the pleasure that he sent coursing through me at once. It wasn’t like this was the first time that I’d ever had a guy go down on me, but this was...this was different. This wasn’t like any of the other guys who had taken a trip South before; they had all seemed like they were doing it because they felt they had to, or just to get the same from me. But when Joseph did it, it felt like he honestly couldn’t get enough of me.
He sealed his lips around my clit to start, stroking me from side to side with his tongue and letting out a long growl of pleasure that seemed to course through every inch of my body. His mouth was warm and soft and eager and I could feel the roughness of his stubble against my skin; fuck, he was sogood.His lips traced every part of me, exploring every inch of me that he could, and I lay my head back and just let the pleasure take control of me.
I might have felt selfish, before, about just letting him pleasure me while I did nothing in return. But there was no room for cogent thought when he was between my legs and treating me this way; everything slipped out of my head, leaving a welcome quiet that I didn’t often find inside my brain.
He took hold of my hips to keep me in place and he went down on me like his life depended on it. And I lay there and let him – let me lavish me with attention from his tongue, let him do whatever he wanted to me. He let his tongue trace down to my slit for a moment, before he swirled it in soft, quick circles around my clit, and I swear it was like the whole room was spinning around me. It had nothing to do with the alcohol, and everything to do with him, him, him...
I started getting close, the fire on my belly growing and building until I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I reached down to grab hold of his shoulders, feeling that muscle beneath my fingers, letting them trace the shapes of his body as I half-crunched up off the bed. When I came, a sound close to a wail burst out of my lungs, and I felt the pleasure flood through me like a dam had burst to fill me from the crown to the toes full of lust, of want, of need.
Pulling him on top of me, I kissed him again, frantic for more. I could taste myself on his lips, and it only made me hungrier for him.
"Fuck me," I pleaded, and I reached into the bedside table to grab a condom for him. I pushed it into his hand, and helped him as he undressed from the waist down – and as soon as I laid eyes on his cock, my jaw nearly dropped.
He was perfect. Long, thick, gorgeous – God, if I hadn’t been so keen to feel him inside of me, I would have been begging to take that thing into my mouth instead. I watched as he sheathed himself, and I scooched down the bed a little and spread my legs beneath him.
"Please," I moaned, and I watched as he slowly guided himself towards my soaked pussy.
He groaned as he lowered himself into me for the first time, as though this was what he had been waiting for as long as he could remember. I knew just how he felt. I might not have been able to put it into words when I had first seen him, but I had been dreaming of this right from the moment I had set eyes on him, on the blurry screen of my slightly crappy phone. I had felt that chemistry then, that connection, undeniable. Not that I would have wanted to deny it, not for a moment...
He took me slowly at first, letting me get used to the feeling of him moving inside of me, and I was grateful for his patience; it had been a long time since I’d had anyone else in my bed like this, and it took a moment for my body to remember exactly how to accommodate him. Not to mention the fact that he was so damnbigtoo.
But soon enough, I had grown used to the feeling of him inside me. More than used to it. As he moved into me in long, slow strokes, I could feel an addiction growing all at once, an addiction that I was going to have a hard time stemming. Even the thought of this being over made me feel unhappy; but I forced myself to kiss him again, and to just live in the moment, to give myself to the way that he made me feel.
I wrapped my legs around him and arched my back so that I could push against him harder and with more purpose; I wanted him as deep inside of me as I could manage. I wanted his body as part of mine. His mouth was on my neck, his stubble grazing at my skin, and I cupped the back of his head in my hand and held him there, held him close, telling him without words that I didn’t want him to go anywhere and that as long as I had a choice he would be here, right here, with me.
It wasn’t long before I could feel the orgasm building again. It stirred deep down inside of me, the pleasure reaching almost unbearable levels before I felt it crest and break once more; fuck, it felt incredible, the magic of my body and his and the way they came together like they had been built for one another a gift that I was never going to get over. I kissed him as I came, breathed my pleasure into his mouth, and felt like I could have lost myself in that moment for the rest of time and been happy with it.
As my pussy clenched around his cock, I felt him cum, his dick twitching as he spilled his seed inside of me. I let my teeth catch on his lip and I felt his entire body shudder, whether from the pleasure or the pain, I couldn’t tell.
He pulled back and looked at me and it was as though he was marveling at how perfect I was. I looked right back at him, feeling the exact same way.
I couldn’t believe that this man, this gorgeous, perfect man, I couldn’t believe that he actually wanted me. And there was no way he was faking it. He couldn’t have conjured up the passion that he had addressed me with before; he couldn’t have invented it.
He was really into me.
He kissed me again as he slowly slipped out of me, and then slid down beside me, sprawled out on my bed. He extended an arm so that I could snuggle into him, and I did as he offered at once. He smelled so good, maybe because the scent of the two of us had begun to mingle on his skin. I buried my face in his chest and listened to the calmingthud thud thudof his heart.
And, even though I knew that I should have kicked him out, that it was way too early for me to be even thinking about letting him stay the night, I felt my eyes drifting shut.
Maybe just this once, I could do it and get away with it.
Wasn’t this all about changing up the way I had done things before, after all?
The old version of me, she might have shied away from doing something like, from diving in so fast and so soon. But this new version? Yeah, she was going to fall asleep right here, and she wasn’t going to beat herself up about it.
And she was going to enjoy waking up next to this perfect man the next morning.
Chapter seven
Get out of my house
WhenIcametothe next morning, it took me a moment to remember what had happened the night before.
I could remember going to that little bar near the station, I could remember putting away a fair few drinks there. I could remember meeting Joseph, and I could remember looking at him and thinkingwoah.I could remember asking him to walk me home, and I could remember him agreeing...
