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"You're not broken, Sapphire," he whispers in my ear as his hand reaches almost to my breasts, "just slightly inexperienced, but we can change that."
We can change that...I repeat in my mind. What does that mean? Does he think I'll let him have sex with me that easily, simply because he told me how much he missed me? But I won't...will I?
"You don't know that." I shake my head, secretly wanting him to continue this torture.
Why the hell do I feel like Iwanthim to change that, to teach me everything? And why does my body react to this man the way it has never responded to any other?
"Do you feel this?" he asks before placing his lips to my neck at the fold between my shoulder. This kiss is so gentle—he's barely touching my skin—but I shiver anyway.
"No," I lie, barely audible, still unable to believe what is happening.
I swallow. My heart beats so fast, as if it's going to jump out of my chest at any minute. And it's so hard for me to breathe that it feels like I'm going to have a heart attack.
"Oh, you do," he whispers back, kissing my collarbone and moving his hand all the way up to my breasts, inch by torturous inch going higher, until he reaches my peaks.
I feel it: my legs are scissoring, my nipples are getting hard, my body is trembling. I can feel everything this man's doing to me, and it scares the hell out of me, but even worse, it makes me ache for more.
I want him to touch my nipples, but he doesn't do it. With only the tip of his finger, he starts making circles around it, coming closer to the peak but then going lower again, torturing me.
He then moves to my other breast and does the same with it, making slow, unbearable circles, kissing my neck all the way from my collarbone to my ear.
I feel like I'm seconds away from grabbing his hand in mine and placing it on my hardened nipples. I feel like I'm going to start begging for what I want if he doesn't give it to me.
"I know you feel it, Sapphire, because I do too," are the last words he whispers before cupping my breast in his palm and squeezing it hard, sucking the skin on my neck with his lips.
My legs clutch together, my back arches, and a loud moan escapes my lips.
What is happening to me? Am I really going to come now?
I’ve touched myself many times before, but it’s never felt this good. Moreover, it never felt like this when Chad was touching me. It wasn't even close to what I feel with Josh.
And then he places my nipple between his fingers and squeezes it so hard that I catch my breath.
"Never tell me you feel nothing when I touch you, Sapphire," he hisses angrily into my ear through clenched teeth. At the same time, he lets my nipple go and starts massaging my breast gently as if apologizing for tormenting it. "Because I'll do everything to prove you're wrong."
And then he sharply turns me on my back—I guess the soft and tender part is over now—and before I realize what is happening, his hands are cupping my face, and his lips start brushing against mine.
I gasp in surprise but have no time to think before I part my lips involuntarily for this kiss. My mind tells me I don't want this, I have to stop him, I have to push him away. But my body doesn't listen and gives up quickly, letting my former best friend and vicious enemy please my mouth in every way he can.
I expected it to be a quick and rough kiss, a hate kind of kiss where he punishes my mouth for not giving up earlier, for denying that I feel something incredible when he touches me.
But it's another kind of kiss. His lips are soft and warm as he brushes them over my lips, gently and tenderly, taking both of them one by one, stroking with his tongue and then sucking them deep into his mouth, repeating over and over, letting go and moving in again. His thumb is brushing over my cheek at the same time as his other hand strokes my breasts.
This kiss is different than I expected. I saw how he kissed other girls. He did it so many times in front of me that I lost count. And each time I was watching him, I secretly felt jealous. But our kiss is not like those. It's more gentle, more sincere. He closes his eyes while kissing me, which he never did with other girls; at least I never saw him do it.
I try not to think about how unbelievably right it feels; as if my mouth was made for his; as if I was waiting for my whole life to handle all these things I feel now; as if that's the reason I didn't feel this way with other guys.
Josh carefully rearranges himself on top of me, leaning on his elbow and pushing my legs apart with his hand. I give up easily, unable to fight this sensational pleasure I've never experienced before.
He places a knee between my thighs and then presses it hard to my center. I wrap my legs around it to increase the friction. When a moan escapes my lips, Josh grabs the back of my neck, turning my face to the side a little to deepen the kiss.
He groans when his tongue enters my mouth and intertwines with mine. He's sucking me harder this time, devouring me whole with such passion and desire as if he's gasping for air and not for a kiss, as if his life depends on it—as if he wants to make me whole.
I grab his T-shirt and quickly raise it higher, exposing his abs for my fingers to touch, and when I start stroking his muscles, a loud growl escapes his mouth again, filling the silent room.
The ache between my legs increases with his every touch, and I swear that I could come if he starts moving his leg up and down my center while still massaging my breasts and sucking my tongue with his mouth.
And then he pulls away, abruptly, just as fast as it all started, and opens his eyes.
