He keeps working me and the bed starts to move and he stops. “Sshh, stop breathing so heavy.” He whispers.
“I don’t believe you are telling me to be quiet, you are usually making me scream,” I whisper.
“Sshh,” he says again.
“Stop sshhing me,” I whisper as I smile at the ceiling.
Then he lets me have it, three fingers and the best oral sex you have ever felt. He works me so hard that I am moving up and down in my bed. Without realising it, my feet have lifted and I lie with my legs in the air. My hands are firmly on the back of his head, he groans into me and I gently convulse into another orgasm, then, before I realise what has happened, he has lifted my legs and pushed into me in one movement. God … he’s big. He breathes heavily into my shoulder as he stays still and deep to let me acclimatise to the hard intrusion. Holy … mother of god this man is divine. He kisses me and I run my hands over his broad muscular shoulders. How have I lived without this?
He starts to pant as he tries to control himself. He kisses me again, more urgent and I know he has to move.
“I’m ok,” I whisper. “It’s ok baby.”
He nods and slowly pulls out. Ohh, it burns. I close my eyes as I try to deal with the full sensation. He stays still again.
“Are you ok?” he asks in a nearly unrecognisable husky voice.
I nod. “I’m good, go.” I bring my hips up to meet his and put my hands on his behind.
He groans into my ear as he takes the lobe between his teeth. The dull pain of his bite combined with his breath on my neck and the burning hot fire between my legs has me starti
ng to really move underneath him. I need more, I need it harder.
“Sshh, gentle baby,” he whispers as he tries to calm me. “We have to be quiet.”
“I can’t be quiet. Fuck me,” I whisper.
He smiles into my neck. “There’s my beautiful slut, I’ve missed her.” He kisses me again and starts to move. “Baby, I won’t last, it’s been too long,” he whispers, but I am way past worrying about his orgasm because mine is here already. I cry out and lurch forward as the orgasm rips through me. He quickly puts his hand over my mouth and I giggle into it. He closes his eyes and with one, two, three strong pumps his orgasm gently takes him over. Never have you seen anything so beautiful as Joshua Stanton in orgasm. His eyes close and he shudders, his mouth opens slightly as he gasps for air.
We lie together panting. I can feel his heart beating in his chest heavily along with mine. We start to kiss passionately and the depth of feeling I have for this man once again moves me to tears.
He wipes my tear away with his thumb as he kisses me gently.
He rolls onto his back and drapes my body over his as he holds my hand. Our heartbeats are still going at a hectic pace. We both lie staring at the ceiling as we try and catch our breath.
“Tash,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Am I seeing this right? Do the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling spell Joshua?”
I giggle in embarrassment. “Maybe,” I whisper. “Everyone wants their name up in lights, right?”
He laughs. “You’re an idiot,” he whispers as he kisses my forehead. I sigh happily as I kiss his broad chest and start to relax.
“I fucking adore you,” he whispers and I smile into his neck.
Who would have thought at five in the morning on a Tuesday in my mother’s house under the veil of silence I would once again hear those much needed magical words from the beautiful Joshua Stanton?
Chapter 21
I wake to the sound of talking in the kitchen. I frown and look around. I pull myself out of bed, put my pyjamas back on and head out, and there I see it. My heart warms at the sight of Joshua sitting at the kitchen bench on a stool in his complete suit talking to Mum who is making bacon and eggs.
“How many eggs?” she asks
“Two please,” he answers as he casually flicks through the paper.
“This is my favourite start to the day ever,” I smile as I hunch my shoulders in excitement and clap my hands in front of me.