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He drops the gown and puts his head to the side. “Do I look sick?”
My eyes drop to his perfect erect manhood … my heart drops as I go weak with want—it’s been so long.
He gently runs his hands through my hair. “I’ve missed my beautiful girl,” he whispers. His lips meet mine and he blesses me with a tender open-mouthed kiss, his tongue slowly taking what he wants. I hold my breath as he slowly peels off my clothing and pulls me by the hand into the shower. We stand under the strong stream of water kissing and embracing each other. This is home. I stand under the water with my head on his chest for fifteen minutes, his arms wrapped protectively around me. I’ve missed his strength, his tenderness, every damn inch of him. His lips tenderly take mine as he runs his hand over my breast and down my stomach and then further down to between my legs. He closes his eyes at the contact.
“There’s my beautiful tight girl,” he whispers. His hands are gentle and loving … tender. I involuntarily throw my head back as he pushes a finger inside me and then another one. His thumb circles on my clitoris in perfect pressure. He knows my body so well, knows exactly how to make me lose all coherent thought. “My beautiful girl, I love you.” He kisses me again as he slowly lifts my leg so I am standing on one foot to give him greater access to my throbbing centre. His fingers start to slowly pulse inside me and my eyes roll back in my head … this is what I need.
“I can’t wait presh … I have to be inside you. Now.”
My breathing catches. “Josh we are in a hospital room. No.”
He smiles as his eyes drop to my lips. “You don’t have a say in it. You told the nurse you were going to look after me and she can’t come back in here when I’m in this state.”
I smile. “I know what you are doing,” I whisper.
He smiles into my neck. “What am I doing?”
“Trying to make me jealous,” I reply.
He bites my neck again. “I’m too hard. It’s not going to go down and you don’t want the nurse to see me like this, do you baby?”
I smile and narrow my eyes. He’s really not playing fair. “Tash, I need to be inside you—it’s been too long. I can’t wait. Look, I’ll sit and you can do all the work.” His skin is covered in water beads, his large erection hangs heavily between his legs, his eyes are dark and his big beautiful lips are ope
n with want. I’ve never seen anything quite so erotic in my life. He gestures to the bench seat in the shower. My eyes flick to the seat and back to his mouth. This is unbearable, I can’t stop. I grab him and kiss him hard as I push him into the seat and he groans out loud. Then he is lifting me over him and rubbing the side of his shaft through my flesh. Our breathing is heavy and the steam in the room is starting to run down the walls. He slowly brings his hand up to his lips and puts some saliva onto his fingertips which he then rubs into my weeping sex as a lubricant, like I need any. He holds his thick length up and, with the other hand, pulls my hip down. We both groan as he enters me … we stay still, panting. My eyes close, my heart races and I’m scared if he moves a muscle I am going to explode into orgasm. He rests his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers as he brings both of his hands up to my cheeks.
My eyes cloud over with tears. “I love you, Josh.”
He smiles and then kisses me, probably the most beautiful kiss he has ever given me. The depth of emotion behind it gives me goosebumps and I slowly lift myself to move.
“Presh, I’m not going to last. You just feel too good, baby.”
I smile. “It’s ok, me too.” He lifts me once and my legs fall wider open.
“Fuck it.” He snaps as he lifts me again. He slams me back down and circles my hips on the upstroke and groans as he comes hard, his body doubling over in orgasm. I feel his thick length throb deeply inside as his body empties into me and I know I can’t make him keep going. He’s not well enough. Damn … I needed that orgasm. I shake my head and lift myself to pull him out of me as we both scramble for air.
His forehead rests on mine as he pants. “Sorry, Precious. I couldn’t last.”
There’s a first, I am so in love with this man. I smile broadly as I kiss him again. “Shh, it doesn’t matter.” I whisper. “We have the rest of our lives, Joshua.” His eyes search mine, and he smiles gently.
Knock, knock, knock … ”Joshua are you ok?” Joshua and I glance at each other in shock.
“My mother’s here.”
Chapter 3
Holy crap—Margaret—why did she have to come now of all times? We are both wet, overheated and out of breath—it is blatantly obvious what we have been doing. I wanted Joshua to myself for a few tender moments. She bloody ruins everything.
He breaks into a full-blown smile as his eyes drop to my lips. His two hands clasp my face to pull my head back to give him greater access to my neck. “Shall I invite her in to watch round two?” he whispers as he slowly pumps his hips into mine, his open mouth skimming the length of my neck down to my shoulder blade. I widen my eyes and slap him on the chest.
“Stop it, you idiot. She’s going to go ape.” He bends and kisses me slowly as if we have all the time in the world.
“Let her, I’m done with what people think. I only care what you think.” He smirks.
I smile shyly at him and pull back to look at his face. “Well I love you, Mr Stanton, that’s what I think.”
His face mirrors mine. “That’s all I need to be happy. My mother can go to hell on her broomstick for all I care.” I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile at the thought of her on a broomstick. That analogy is so very fitting.
