Again, I nod. There's no doubt in my mind. I do trust Joel. I trust him with my body.
And with my heart.
Maybe even forever.
He presses his palm into my lower back as he pulls me closer.
His lips brush against mine.
His hands slide under my shirt.
My body buzzes from the feeling of his fingertips on my stomach. My sides. My ribs.
He cups my breasts over my bra.
The soft fabric presses against my nipples as he rubs me.
I break free of his kiss to groan. "More."
He rubs harder. My bra is too thick. I can't feel enough.
"More," I groan again.
He slides his hands into my bra cups, one at a time. His thumbs toy with my nipples. He rubs me up and down, left and right, in zig zags, in slow circles.
Fuck, those circles.
I let out an incomprehensible groan.
My eyelids flutter closed.
My lips find his.
I kiss Joel deeply as he toys with my nipples. Each brush of his thumbs sends another wave of pleasure to my core. I forget what we're doing here. I forget everything but the desperate ache between my legs.
He presses his index finger to my nipple, holding it in place so his thumb can work its magic.
It's more pressure.
More pleasure.
I dig my hands into his hair to hold his mouth against mine.
I kiss him harder.
My body takes over. I sling my leg over his hip. I grind my crotch against his.
There's too much fabric in the way.
"Joel," I groan.
He presses his lips against my neck. "Yeah?" It's a tease. He's waiting for my demand.
"Make me come."
His voice gets heavy, breathless. "Fuck yes." He drags his lips down my neck. Then he's pulling my top over my head.
His eyes go wide as he peels off my bra. It's like he's never seen me naked before.