God, I love kissing him.
It makes me feel complete.
He shifts his hips. The friction of his boxers against my clit has me ready to go again.
But him first.
He slides his hands to my hips and pulls me up with him. Together, we take a few steps away from the bed.
Joel palms my ass, pulling my body into his.
He's still wearing those stupid boxers.
He needs to be out of those boxers.
I push the things off his hips and wrap my hand around him. He shudders as I rub his tip with my thumb. His eyelids press together. A groan falls off his lips.
His voice is low, demanding. "You've been teasing me with that gorgeous mouth."
My sex clenches. I only barely manage to nod.
"This is going to be rough." He tugs at my hair. "I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Then I'm going to come all over those pretty red lips."
My nipples tighten.
"Tell me you want that, angel."
"Please."
He tugs at my hair. "On your knees."
Hell yes. I grab onto his hips and lower myself onto my knees.
He shudders as I take him into my mouth. I love the feel of him against my tongue, the taste of him, the way he shakes when I brush my lips against him.
I take a moment to taste every inch of him, to marvel in the way he groans and tugs at my hair, then I pull back.
I look up at Joel and nod yes.
He digs his hands into my hair, on the sides of my head. I lean forward to take him into my mouth. I suck on his tip. I flick my tongue against him.
I marvel in his pleasure.
His voice gets gruff. "Hands at your sides."
I press my hands into my outer thighs.
"If it's too much, grab my wrist. Otherwise, those hands better stay glued to those gorgeous thighs." He holds my head in place. "You ready, angel?"
I nod a yes.
My eyes lock with his.
Joel's fingers knot in my hair. He shifts his hips to thrust into my mouth. It's a short thrust. I only get a few inches of him.
Even so, it takes all my concentration to keep my balance on my knees. I press my palms into my thighs.
I look up at him.