Stanton Box Set

I look at him sadly. “I could never hate you Joshua, you know that.” I bring my hand up to rest on his cheek.

His eyes meet mine and he nods and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. “I could never hate you either,” he whispers.

The close proximity of his body next to mine reminds me we are naked. “If we didn’t have sex, why are we both naked?”

He smiles. “You undressed us both, did a dance for me, then fell asleep.”

I bite my bottom lip in embarrassment. Why am I so ridiculous? “Dance, oh jeez, that must have been entertaining.”

He smirks. “It was actually.”

“Did you take me while I slept? I know you like that,” I whisper as I lean in and gently kiss his lips, my lips lingering over his.

He pulls me closer to him and I feel his erection up against my stomach.

He brushes my hair off my face. “I do love that but I didn’t,” he breathes.

He kisses me, his tongue gently searching my mouth, his hand moving to the back of my head to hold me how he wants me.

A throb starts to pulse between my legs as I start to swell in anticipation.

“Did you want to?” I whisper.

“Yes.” He kisses me gently again.

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

He pulls back and his eyes search mine. “You are.”

I nod and bring both of my hands up to his face. “I’ve been waiting for you for six months, Joshua, I want to be conscious when it finally happens between us.”

He kisses me again, harder, more urgent and I feel my legs fall to the bed in silent invitation.

“You’ve been waiting for me,” he speaks into my neck as he kisses it.

“Every day,” I murmur as arousal starts to steal my ability to speak.

“Why?” He kisses down my body.

“Because I am still yours,” I whisper nervously. “I still belong to you, baby.”

He pulls back immediately and looks at me, his hand sliding down over his rippled abdomen to his thick length. He grips it and slowly starts to stroke himself while looking at me.

This man is so hot. “You are still mine?” he whispers as he strokes himself.

I nod as my eyes drop to his hard length in his hand up against his stomach. He’s got that look in his eye—the one where he doesn’t care, where he loses control. His jaw hangs slack as his strokes get stronger and I feel my arousal start to pump between my legs.

He cracks his neck. “On your back,” he mouths.

I immediately fall to my back and he grabs my legs and rips them apart. His eyes drop to the wet flesh between my legs, and with his fingers he pulls me open to his gaze. Very slowly he pulls his two fingers through my wet sex and puts them in his mouth and sucks them, then he licks his lips as his gaze holds mine.

“You taste so fucking perfect,” he whispers. Very slowly he kisses my inner thigh and runs his stubble up the inside of my two legs. I can’t breathe as I focus on the ceiling to keep myself from jumping off the bed. I run my hand over the top of his buzz- cut hair and over his strong shoulders. This man is divine.

“Do you know how perfect you smell to me?” he smirks into my thigh. Oh jeez, that’s going too far, I don’t need to hear this shit. I put my hands over my face in embarrassment. Then he is on me, his tongue licking through my wet flesh, his strong arms lift my legs over his shoulders as I whimper. His hands hold my hips where he wants them. I lie in a daze somewhere between heaven and ecstasy as I watch his strong shoulders and head move between my legs. I have no control over this situation—he will take me how he wants. We both know that. He brings his fingers up and slowly inserts one into me, and we both groan in pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god, you’re tight,” he whispers into me.

I put my head back—he’s right, I am ridiculously tight. This is going to hurt, and I can’t wait.