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“Joshua Wilson, I never knew you were so damn dirty.” I rock my hips forward as his grip tightens.
“I never knew sex could be so empowering. You’re like the charge of electricity that I need to fucking live. I’ve never felt this way before.”
With his words I push his hands above his head and leave them there. I’m not strong enough to hold him down so I can only hope he complies with my silent request. Rising up to plant my feet on the bed and placing my hands on his stomach for leverage, I push myself off his erection, only to slide back down again.
“Fuck me.” He watches his dick move in and out of me. “This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.”
Even though I suspect otherwise, I’m choosing to believe him. I’m choosing to listen to everything he says when he tells me that he’s never felt like this.
My legs tire quickly, forcing me to change positions. I rock toward him, letting my breasts drag against his chest.
“Touch me,” I beg, needing to feel him.
“Fuck yes.” Sitting up, he immediately takes one breast in his mouth. He alternates between sucking and biting while his other hand disappears between us and his finger starts rubbing and pinching my clit.
“You’re so deep.” The words that tumble out of my mouth in a non-coherent sentence seem to spur him on because he shifts positions, pulls me down to his chest, and starts thrusting into me. I scream out as my orgasm rushes through my body, making me convulse with pleasure.
Josh grunts as his release finds him and his limbs go weak. We’re both still, too tired to move and unwilling to disengage from each other.
“I’ve just decided you can’t stay here or move back home while I’m filming.”
I laugh, causing his still somewhat erect penis to flex inside of me.
“Do that again, babe.”
I do this repeatedly until he starts moving slowly inside of me. The slow ministrations are welcomed and before I know it I’m flat on my back with my legs over his shoulders. Our releases are quick this time and feel more like aftershocks. It’s like we needed this extra bit to finish us both off.
He rolls off of me, pulling me into his side. “So like I was saying. . . ”
“Yes, about me not staying here.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely coming to Alabama with me because there’s no way in hell I’m going to survive without being inside of you for that long.”
“You can survive without sex, Josh.”
Josh pops up onto his side, startling me. “Woman, do not make me hog-tie you and drag your ass to Alabama.”
“I’ve never been tied up,” I interject. He drops his head and groans, before looking at me again.
“Seriously, though, Joey. I don’t want us to be apart from each other. After a long day at work I want to come back to your arms and make love to you. We’ll rent a suite at a hotel, and while I’m working you can explore or take some of the local tours. When I’m not working, we’ll walk hand-in-hand while we sightsee and have a mini-honeymoon.”
“That’s what I wanted, too, Josh.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, cupping my cheek.
“I was afraid.”
He doesn’t ask of what because I’m sure he knows. Leaning forward, he kisses me softly, letting his lips linger against mine. “Never be afraid to tell me what you want. You’re my wife. My partner. After this movie and the next, every project I do will be a decision we’ll make together. Wherever I have to go, you’re always welcome.”
A small tear forms in the corner of my eye and he wipes it away. “You’re so beautiful, Joey. I tried to deny my feelings. I tried to fight every single one of them, but every touch, every kiss, and every time you would look at me it would chip away at my resolve. I thought I could kiss you and enjoy the days we were spending together, but every single one sealed our fate. There was no way I was leaving that house without you next to me.”
“But you did,” I stupidly remind him, ruining the moment.
“It’s a mistake I’ll never make again.”
* * *
While we dress for dinner,Josh gives me the rundown on what to expect. He says most of the paparazzi will be gone, having moved on to the next celebrity, but some will linger around, waiting for us to make another appearance.
