Stanton Box Set

He kisses me softly on the lips. “My heart has never left you—it’s been with you for seven years presh. I’m a shell when I’m not with you.”

My eyes hold his as he rubs the backs of his fingers down my face. My beautiful gentle Josh is here. I kiss him tenderly. He doesn’t let his guard down with me very often and I have to take advantage.

“Where were you tonight baby?” I ask.

He frowns. “I told you, sweetheart, doing computer stuff with Adrian. I’m sorry I took so long. Right now I don’t want to talk about anything or anyone, I want to spend the night with my girl and not have to think.”

I frown as I play with my blanket. “Did you fix the problem?”

“I think so,” he replies quietly.

He kneels up and rests his head on my stomach and I run my hand over the top of his head and he blows out a deep breath.

“Right now I need to go to my place of clarity and then I need to go to my place of Zen,” he whispers into my stomach.

“What’s your place of clarity?” I ask softly.

He kisses me gently again. “My place of clarity is when nothing else matters but me and you and the tenderness we have with each other.”

“When do you get the clarity Joshua?” I love him in this mood because he tells me the truth without thinking. The glass force-field he puts around himself is temporarily disabled.

“The only time I have clarity is when I’m tasting you, with my head between your legs and your hands on my head, your hand in my hand. The way you taste, your scent, your love … is the only time I forget all the shit in my life.”

I frown. “Joshua, that’s oral sex.”

He pulls back and smiles softly. “I haven’t told you this before, Tash, but I don’t do that to other women.”

“What do you mean?” I ask softly.

He shrugs, embarrassed. “When we first broke up when we were young I did it a few times and I didn’t like it. It was too intimate, too … different to what we had. So I stopped doing it altogether.” He takes my hand in his and gently kisses the inside of my wrist. I melt into his eyes, to his touch.

“But you love to do that, Joshua, it’s who you are. I don’t understand.”

He shakes his head and smiles. “No, Tash, that’s not who I am. It’s who we are, when you are with me like that I know I am getting you ready so that I don’t hurt you. I’m preparing your body to take mine. It’s like …” he pauses as he thinks of the wording. “It’s like you are a part of me, like your body is an extension of mine. Like I can’t live without your taste in my mouth, I can’t get close enough to you … and then when you climax.” He lets out a contented sigh.

He kisses me gently and runs his tongue through my open mouth. God I love this Joshua, why can’t this part of his personality be here all the time. My arousal starts to pump heavily between my legs.

“That’s how I feel about sex, Josh, making love is something just so beautiful between us that the thought of having mere sex with someone else repulses me. I would rather go without the meaningless act,” I whisper.

He kisses me again and it is the most beautiful passionate kiss that he has ever gifted me with. The emotion behind it brings tears to my eyes.

“I love you,” I whisper.

He smiles shyly and scoops me off the lounge and carries me to bed. “Give me some clarity, my precious girl.”

I giggle in anticipation. He gently lays me on the bed and stands and slowly removes his clothing while not breaking eye contact. His large physical strength is palpable. Natasha, the name is etched down his side, how can one man hold so much power over my body? My legs drop open to the mattress. I couldn’t close them if I tried. His eyes drop to my open sex and he licks his lips and cracks his neck. My nipples harden under his gaze and he reaches out and runs his hand down the length of my body.

“I fucking adore you,” he whispers.

I smile as I pull him down to me. “I need some of that clarity, baby,” I whisper. He smiles deviously as he disappears down my body. He spreads me wide to his gaze with his thumbs and I hold my breath. I always hold my breath as he looks at me but now that I know that he doesn’t do this to anybody else it has just amplified the whole beautiful experience.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers. His hot tongue slices through my weeping flesh and I whimper as my body bows off the bed.

He stills me. “Sshh baby, let me enjoy you,” he whispers.

I nod as I close my eyes and try to stop myself from bursting into orgasm, as I start to quiver with need.

His tongue starts to lick me in deep long strokes and my hands fall to the back of his head. This is what I love … where everything makes sense, where nothing makes sense and he’s right … perfect clarity.