His eyes flick to the side table and his vegemite toast on the plate. “Fuck the toast.”
I giggle. “Sshh,” he snaps. “You mother is upstairs.”
I giggle again as I hold my hand over my mouth to stop myself from making noise.
He strips naked and turns to face me, his eyes still on mine. My eyes drop to the perfect man in front of me, my name firmly branding his beautiful body. His dark skin and rippled abdomen call to my libido on a level I will never understand, but it’s his heart that I love. The fact that he comes wrapped in such beautiful sexy packaging is just a bonus, the icing on the cake. I would love him the same even if he was a broke skinny surfie … like he was when we fell in love.
He walks over to my door and flicks the lock, then returns and turns on my lamp on the bedside table.
“I want to see your face as I fill you, precious girl.” He kisses me again and I practically melt into his arms. My body starts to weaken with arousal. I need this. I can feel the pulse throbbing between my legs.
He very slowly, while not breaking eye contact, pulls my shirt over my head. His eyes drop to my breasts, to my erect nipples. Slowly, so slowly, he drops his hands to my behind and very gently slides my boxer shorts down my legs. He hisses as he sucks on my nipple. His hand drops to between my legs where he parts me and starts to slowly circle my clitoris with perfect pressure.
“There’s my girl. You’re so wet baby,” he whispers into my chest.
I nod, unable to talk, with my hand on his forearm. Every time with this man is like the first time, the very first time he touched me. That panting excitement when I feel like I can’t breathe from his touch … without his touch, like I’m seventeen and a virgin, new to the joy of love making. I can feel the want in his hands and it brings me to my knees I can’t move, I am frozen on the spot. My head drops back and my eyes close in anticipation, and goosebumps run over my body as he starts to gently bite me. This is what he does so well, pushes me with that little bit of pain until I’m desperate for him to actually hurt me. For him to take me without abandon, to take his pleasure from my body and damn the consequences.
“Lie down presh,” he whispers.
I look at the bed and nod nervously—why am I so damn nervous?
“It’s ok, baby, I won’t hurt you,” he whispers as he senses my fear.
I slowly take a seat on the bed and he turns and switches off the light and crawls over the bed and lies down. His hand strokes over my hair and he smiles at me. “Why are you nervous?” he asks quietly.
I shrug, embarrassed. “I don’t know,” I whisper.
He pulls me down to lie next to him. “I’ll make sure you’re ready, presh, I won’t hurt you. You know that.” He gently licks my neck, my eyes close, and his chest hair gently dusts across my skin.
I nod as the stupid tears fill my eyes. “I’m not scared of you hurting me physically Josh,” I whisper.
He pulls back and looks at me affectionately and his eyes twinkle. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
I smile through my tears and his eyes hold mine. “You’re not the only one here who is frightened, Tash.”
He bends and kisses me gently and I stupidly sob. Why the hell am I crying? What’s the matter with me? Stop it.
His lips gently take mine as I melt into his touch, my legs fall to the mattress in silent invitation and his hands roam up and down my body gently. I know he is desperately
trying to curb his arousal. His hands find that spot between my legs again and he groans into my neck as he feels how wet I am.
“You feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers. “I need this so badly.” My eyes close in pleasure.
His fingers part me as his open mouth moves from my neck to my jaw to my mouth. I can’t even kiss him back as my arousal start to heavily thump. I lie with my mouth open, panting … waiting. His open mouth moves down my body and I shake my head.
“No, baby. I want you up here with me.” I try to stop him moving down as I grab a hold of him. I need him to kiss me through this.
“Tash, you need to orgasm first a couple of times or I won’t be able to get in. It has to be this way, presh,” he whispers.
I kiss him again and he moves lower between the sheets and into the darkness under the blankets. I smile at the ceiling with my hands on the back of his head. In a normal sex romp with Joshua Stanton there are no blankets because he flips me around so much that they don’t stay on the bed. There is definitely no silence as I am usually screaming in ecstasy and the bed is hitting the wall with such force it could be used for demolition, and there is no darkness, it is usually blazing light because he wants to look at my body as he takes me. I lie still as I feel his silent gaze on me and feel his breath on my inner thighs. His fingers slowly part me and I feel him gently blow on my open weeping flesh. God, I need this. With his open hands holding my legs apart at my upper thigh I start to quiver with need. His tongue goes to work and gradually I feel my body start to meet him as his hands pull me onto his face. He’s in me completely, tongue, stubble and face, and he’s loving it. Oh … oh … dear god, I shudder as my body lurches off the bed in orgasm.
“Sshh,” he whispers as he grabs my hand affectionately. There it is, the gentle gesture that is my breaking point.
He immediately pushes two fingers into me and I bring my knees up and, my feet flat to the mattress, I try to calm myself and lie back as I try to control my breathing. His tongue unleashes on my clitoris this time and he works me with his two fingers, in and out … in and out … in and out, oh shit. Then he adds another finger and I flinch at the tight pinching sensation. He stops.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks into me.
“No, it’s ok. It’s a good burn,” I whisper as I rub my hand over the back of his head in a reassuring gesture.