“Jesus,
darlin’, what the hell did you do to me?” Josh says, lying beside me in bed,
completely satisfied after our sex marathon.
“I could say
the same thing, blue eyes,” I say, glancing over at him and seeing an evil
glint in his eye. That look has one meaning right now. I barely finish the
thought before his lips devour mine, then trail down my neck and back to my
mouth like he can’t make up his mind where he wants his lips.
“Why can’t I
ever get enough of you?” he moans between kisses.
I pull him
closer so I can wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him back inside me as
quickly as possible. It’s besides the fact that we just finished round four in
less than twenty-four hours.
I feel the
same way he does—I can’t get enough of him either, which is why I need to talk
to him about our relationship and where it’s going. I know he doesn’t do
long-term relationships, but we’ve been together on and off for years. I know
he doesn’t have anyone else when we’re off—thanks to Dee’s big mouth for that
tidbit.
“Darlin’,
stop thinking and start feeling,” he says, moving his mouth down my chest,
teasing me by kissing all around my breast but not pulling my nipple in his
mouth.
I moan,
“Fuck, Josh.”
“That’s what
I want you to do,” he whispers before pulling my nipple into his mouth, causing
me to lift off the bed. I swear he could make me orgasm just from playing and
sucking on my breasts. I grip the sheets to stabilize myself, even though he’s
going to do something else to make my body jump and tingle. The man never
disappoints in the bedroom.
His accent
deepens the more he’s turned on. “I need to taste you,” he says, moving farther
down my body, dropping open-mouth kisses along the way.
“Y-you did
that already,” I stutter, barely able to talk since my body is throbbing for
release.
“That was
yesterday. It’s 1:02 a.m. A new day.” He lightly brushes his tongue along the
length of my pussy and moans, “Best fucking breakfast.”
Whimpering,
I call his name again to encourage him to quit stalling and give me my damn
orgasm. I can feel it starting to build already. Of course, he does all kinds
of things right with his tongue. I feel his fingers enter me while he sucks on
that bundle of nerves, completely setting me off.
“We’re just
gettin' started, darlin’.” He grabs a condom off the nightstand and rolls it
on.
He’s
everywhere. His lips. His hands. His weight enveloping me. I absorb every bit
of him. Relish him. Those shimmering blue eyes lock with mine while he moves
inside me. I feel him clear down to the depths of my soul. I don’t know how
long we gaze into each other’s eyes or how long we’re wrapped in each other. I
don’t care either. This is a moment I want to freeze and relive again and
again.
He breaks
our gaze by kissing my neck and moaning my name as I wrap my legs around his,
pulling him closer. With each roll of his hips, I climb higher and higher as I
dig my fingers deeper into his glorious back muscles.
I moan,
“Josh, kiss me.”
His lips are
on mine in seconds, languidly moving in sync with mine. Our kiss quickly turns
desperate and rough, like we’re both grasping for more. Lord, I need more from
him. All of him. His kindness. Those caring blue eyes on me. Watching me. That
sexy smirk. His concern and support. His flirtations. His strength. His open
heart—loving and completely unguarded.
“Darlin’,
catch up with me,” he says, leaning his forehead on mine. Those cerulean eyes
are filled with love, begging me. He shifts my hips, shooting me straight to
the stars.
“Oh
fuuuuccccckk, Josh,” I scream, pushing my hips into him while the rest of my
body tightens and flies at the same time.
“That’s it,
darlin’, tighten around my dick,” he breathes into my neck before his arms grip
me and his hips still. We lay still, breathing each other in.
“Is it sad
that I don’t want to move? I want to stay in this moment for as long as I can,”
he whispers, running his nose along my jaw.
I graze my
fingertips graze down his back, causing goosebumps to appear. I respond, “I
feel the same.”
Sadness
fills his eyes. He gives me a quick peck on the lips before making his way to
the bathroom. When he comes out, I hop up so I can pee and clean up.
When I come
out, I watch Josh lying on the bed with the sheet covering his lower body and
one arm beside him while the other is across our pillows. His eyes are closed,
but I doubt he’s actually sleeping. A satisfied smile crosses his face as he
says, “Get your ass in this bed with me instead of ogling me.” He doesn’t have
to tell me twice.
Life feels
pretty damn perfect. The man of my dreams is holding me after hours of marathon
sex. I want—no, need—this every day of my life. This bliss.
I snuggle
closer as he squeezes me and places a kiss on my head. I hum and, without
thought, say, “This should be our forever. I never want to leave your arms.”
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Randa Knight was born and raised in a small town on the
Ohio/Indiana border. Her love of reading began when her grandmother curled up
together with a new book every weekend. She studied Literature with a Creative
Writing minor at Indiana University (Go Hoosiers!) where she fell in love with
writing. The idea for the Boys of Bragg series began during a creative writing
course and has evolved over the years.
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