Fire sweeps through me, like someone poured liquid fire all over me bathing me in it.
When he kisses me harder, a little moan escapes my lips. He takes advantage of that moment to sweep his tongue over mine and damn…
I melt against him. I melt and I press into the hard walls of his chest while he cups my face and slides his hand into my hair to deepen the kiss.
The kiss makes me hotter, then it turns from hot to hungry, to greed and he moves with me over to the wall that pulls my attention from the thrill of him when it lights up the same iridescent color as the floor.
He moves away from my lips and we both look at the wall and the wall running behind the glass. It makes me feel like I’m immersed in a sea of fluorescent water.
I’m looking at it and he’s looking at me, eyes scanning me with the hunger and greed that resonated from the kiss.
Up close to the light his eyes become brighter with the color and sexier.
“More?” he asks, lingering on the last syllable. It has the desired effect on me because I feel the tug deep inside my body that is definitely begging for more.
“More.”
On my word he moves to my neck, pushing me into the wall as he presses a firm palm to the flat of my stomach.
He places hot kisses all along my neck and I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers run over the already diamond hard points of my nipples.
He fills his palms with my breasts and starts squeezing and massaging, then he slides the silk of my negligee away from my left breast, then the right, allowing the straps to fall down my shoulders.
He looks at my breasts, focusing on them and I wonder if he’s trying to commit me to memory.
It’s only then that the thought hits me once more that he’s the second man to see me like this. I push the awareness away because I don’t want to think of Kirk right now. I want the newness of this experience and all that it will bring.
Josh takes care of all my worries and anything that was about to enter my mind by lowering down to my left nipple to close his lips over the tip. He sucks and, holy hell, it feels so damn good.
He sucks like he’s tasting me, sampling me and I can admit now that if all we did was this all night I’d be happy with what I got.
He alternates from one breast to the other giving each the same attention and that’s when I feel the tug of a greedy orgasm pulling deep in my pussy.
I’m torn between emotions clashing inside me. The build of pleasure that takes me higher as he sucks, and the almost tortuous feeling that gnaws away at my insides. That’s a result of my body being starved of attention for far too long.
I slide my hands through Josh’s hair encouraging him to continue his feast on me and he does.
He sucks harder, and fucking hell, I lose control and my mind slips away. I’m lost in raw pleasure when his hands slide up my thigh and over the silk of my panties. He pushes a finger into my pussy and a groan rumbles in my chest.
The sound turns me on so much it pushes the build of pleasure even higher. Pleasure fueled by the fire of the wildness in his touch.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mutters taking a break from the wild suckle on my breasts so he can lift the hem of my negligee and get a good look at his fingers working me.
I answer him with a moan. I can’t talk. He slides another finger inside me and plants his free hand next to me, lowering to my face to that we’re eye level.
“Does this feel good, Giselle? I wouldn’t want to be doing anything in the taster that didn’t make you say yes to the main course.” His warm breath tickles my nose.
“Yesssss... It feels good,” I stutter and rest my hands down on the width of his shoulders to keep myself from falling over as he speeds up.
“Does that mean you want more?” he beckons in a menacing voice.
Fuck, I arch my back away from the wall and press into him.
“Do you want more Giselle, or… should I stop?”
Stop?
Fuck no. No way in hell am I letting him stop doing what he’s doing to me.