Fourteen:
He was trying not to crush her, but at the same time his body was screaming that they weren’t close enough. He kissed her mouth, her nose, her throat, her eyes. He nuzzled her ears, making her giggle and shiver with desire. His own excitement was more than obvious but that was just fine with her. “Sarah,” he groaned, his voice shaking. “If we are going to stop this and get you home with your virtue in tact, you have to let me go right now.” Her only response was to wrap her arms tighter around him and pull him down for another heated kiss. “Sarah, baby, do you realize what you’re doing to me?”
“I have an idea,” she said coyly, moving just enough to cause friction against the prominent bulge in his pants. He shifted, rolling off her and onto his side. She tried to roll to her side and snuggle against him but he stopped her, one hand resting in her stomach. He applied just enough pressure to indicate that he wanted to keep her on her back.
Her hair framed her face in a glorious halo and the flush on her cheeks and her glazed eyes only made him want her more. Never breaking eye contact, he toyed with the top button on her shirt then slipped it through the hole. She took a ragged breath as he leaned down, kissing the newly revealed patch of skin. He raised his head and smiled before repeating his actions with the next button. This time, he was rewarded with the front clasp of a very sexy black lace bra. He bent his head and kissed her soft skin above and below the clasp then, in an amazing show of talent, unhooked the clasp with his teeth and tongue. At that moment, Sarah didn’t care how he had learned that and she silently thanked whoever had taught him just how to accomplish such a feat. She could feel his breath and it tickled. She arched her back instinctively, wanting physical contact. Instead, he moved away, propping himself on one elbow.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, fear that she might say no showing in his eyes. She nodded. “That’s not enough. Please, Sarah, I need to hear you say the words.” It sounded like he might cry.
“Josh, I swear, I have never been so sure of anything in my life.” He smiled and allowed her to pull him back down this time. He finished unbuttoning her shirt and pushed it and the flimsy material of her bra to the side; for a moment he just stared. He ran his finger from her neck and downward, through the valley between her breasts. She shivered, but it was nothing compared to the intensity of his tongue starting at her navel and traveling up to her throat while his hands moved up, cupping her breasts. He kissed her, and she decided that his mouth wasn’t like silk and velvet and Hershey’s kisses after all; it was better. She whimpered when he moved away and sat up, missing the pleasant weight of his body on hers. He helped her up as well, sliding her shirt and the bit of black lace down her arms. He folded her top neatly and placed it on the nightstand after kissing the collar of the shirt. He did the same with her bra and urged her to lie back against the pillows again as he moved to the end of the bed.
She had taken her shoes off earlier, and he traced the arches of her feet with his index finger, making her toes curl. His hands traveled up from her ankles and under her pants legs, grasping her thin socks and tugging them off. She gasped as he leaned down and kissed the top of each foot, then each ankle. Before stretching out beside her again, he pulled off his own T-shirt and tossed it carelessly across the room. He folded her socks and placed them with her shirt then tugged his own socks off and threw them to the floor. His touch was light, partly because he was afraid she would notice the trembling in his limbs, as he explored her skin, memorizing the feel of her, the shape of her curves.
Sarah reached up, running her hands over his chest and shoulders, down his back, over his ribs, and up his stomach. His muscles clenched under her touch. When her fingers reached his belt buckle, she felt a shudder go through him. She unbuckled it and started to unbutton his pants, but he grabbed her hands and shook his head slowly. He was playful but his eyes held dark mystery. He moved so that he was loosely straddling her knees and reached for the waistband of her pants. They zipped at the sides and he moved those zippers down so slowly Sarah thought she might scream at the delicious torture. When he finally had them sufficiently loosened, JC hooked his fingers in the sides and whipped her pants off much more quickly than any of her other clothes. He folded them and placed them on the nightstand then simply stared at her body in the dim light. “You little vixen, I can’t believe this,” he said playfully. “Imagine, someone as sweet and innocent as you running around with no panties on.”
“I couldn’t . . . those pants,” she mumbled.
Sarah blushed deeply, moving self-consciously to cover herself for the first time. JC caught her hands gently. “Don’t,” he said. “You have no reason to hide from me. You are absolutely gorgeous, Sarah. I could stare at you forever.” In spite of his words, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable because that would break the beautiful spell they were under. He stood up and, deliberately slowly so that she would be watching every move, he pulled off his jeans and stepped out of them, then the black boxer-briefs. “Now we’re even,” he said, “I don’t have any more on than you do.”
Sarah took a deep breath, unable to look away from him. Every part of him was gorgeous, but she couldn’t look away from one certain part of his anatomy, which was standing proudly for her inspection. For the first time, she felt a twinge of doubt and maybe the slightest hint of fear. The doubt and fear were quickly replaced by desire and need when he joined her once again on the bed. They lay on their sides, facing each other but not touching. Slowly, JC reached out and ran the back of his hand down the side of her face and then down her neck, finally resting his hand on her shoulder. He kissed her once again, making the blood pound in her ears and heat rush through her body. He pulled her close, his arms slipping around her and moving down just below her hips. She could feel him against her belly, and it sent bolts of heat through her, kindling the fire deep inside her. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers made light circles on the sensitive skin at the small of her back.
Sarah couldn’t keep her eyes open as his kisses traveled down her body. He nipped playfully at her neck, making her moan. She growled with pleasure when he paused to pay extra attention to her breasts. His tongue in her navel got a yelp of approval, then he stopped. She could feel his breath on her, but she couldn’t force her eyes open. She felt him urge her legs apart, felt him settle between her thighs, then waited. He teased her mercilessly, kissing her thighs and the hollows behind her knees, gently massaging her calves all the while. She whimpered in need, her hips instinctively lifting, craving even the slightest touch where she needed it most. He took mercy on her finally, and she screamed his name. Once wasn’t enough. His skilled, artist’s fingers and that impossibly talented mouth urged her on until she lost control again.
JC knew she didn’t realize it when he moved away from her. When Sarah finally opened heavy-lidded eyes he was beside her again, watching her recover. Tears ran down her cheeks, but he knew they weren’t from any sort of hurt or sadness and it did his ego good to know he could affect her so intensely. Neither made a sound. He felt her hands moving, seeking him out, and he caught them, lifting them to his mouth and kissing her knuckles. “This is all about you, lover,” he said. She closed her eyes, amazed at the wave of lust coursing through her when he sucked two of her fingers into his mouth. She gently pulled her hands back and wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel his lips against hers.
Sometime while her eyes had been closed, JC had addressed the protection issue, and Sarah was thankful he had the good sense to think of that because she certainly hadn’t. He rolled on top of her, settling between her thighs as they kissed. She could feel him resting at her entrance and she desperately wanted to feel him inside her. She didn’t have to wait long. He pushed in slowly, holding her eyes and watching for any sign of discomfort. His eyes fell shut at the feel of her around him. He kissed the tip of her nose and began to move his hips gently, just barely rocking. The effort of holding back was enough to make him want to cry but he didn’t want it to end, not yet. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned up, nipping at his ear lobe. “Let go, Josh,” she murmured, knowing he was holding out for her sake.
“No . . . too quick,” he gasped with some effort. Still, no matter how determined he was, it was too much. He moved faster and felt his own release building. He wanted her to go with him and slipped one hand between them. He could feel the tightening of her muscles, he heard her cries of pleasure, and he gave up his attempts to make it last. He yelled her name and collapsed on top of her. He knew he should roll over, but he wasn’t sure he could. Finally, he managed to force his limbs to obey his mind.
It wasn’t long before they fell asleep in each other’s arms, sated and content.
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