Her eyes were shut tight. Her world had reduced to just this man and how he made her feel.
“I’ll please you, baby. Tell me how to do it.”
She felt his tongue trace the shell of her ear and almost lost her mind. She’d never known, would never have guessed, that she was so sensitive there.
His hand dipped lower into her jeans. He found the elastic of her underwear and stopped.
“Joe,” she said.
He was tormenting her with his slow caresses. A devil. He was a devil. His leg moved so that his knee was wedged between her thighs. Julia held on to the arm that crossed her body as though it were an anchor.
“Say the words. I want to hear Julia Collins say dirty words in that proper English accent of hers. Tell me what you want. Tell me in detail and I’ll give it to you.”
She groaned her frustration. He was asking her to step right outside her comfort zone. Her cheeks were burning at the thought.
“You can do it,” he whispered against her ear. “It’s only the two of us here. There’s no shame. I want you to do it. It will make me hot. You want me hot for you, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
His fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, but stopped there.
“Joe!”
“Say it.”
He pinched her nipple. Julia arched her neck, pressing her head back into him. He bit her shoulder muscle.
“Please, please pet me. Please touch me with your fingers.”
“Where?”
“M-my clit, please, Joe.”
With a growl, he slid his fingers lower. “You are so wet.”
All she could think about was the feeling of his large fingers stroking her, coaxing her closer to the oblivion of ecstasy with every touch.
She heard gasping and desperate moans. The sounds were so unfamiliar that it took a second for her to realise she was the one making them.
“Need you.” His hand was suddenly out of her underwear, and Julia wailed in complaint.
The next thing she knew, her jeans were being pushed down her legs, along with her panties.
“Kick them off.”
She did as she was told, managing to free one leg. It was enough. A strong hand on her thigh, bringing her leg up
and back over his. She instinctively arched her bottom back into him. She felt his hand guiding his hard length into her, and then he was filling her slowly. Inch by achingly solid inch. The hand on her breast slid into the cup of her bra to hold skin. His other hand spread low on her abdomen as his fingers found her clit.
And she was lost for him.
There were no coherent thoughts in her mind. There was only Joe and what he made her feel. His slow movements in and out of her seemed to fuse more than just their bodies together. He was breaking through all of her anxiety, all of her fears, everything she held back. He was tearing it all down, demanding all of her. Giving all of him in return.
She heard his pants. Felt his muscles tense behind her. She was gasping now. Clawing for release. Moaning and begging. But he held her in place, his strength just another agonising tease for her senses.
Close. So close.
“Please!”