away, then parted my legs and relaxed back against the pillows.
“You look so incredibly sexy right now.” His voice was strained.
I crooked my finger, indicating I wanted him to join me, and he wasted no time. Once he was positioned between my legs, I felt his cock pressing against my needy center. “I need you inside me,” I whispered, and he groaned in return.
He lifted his hips just enough to press the head of his cock against my opening before slowly sliding inside me. We moaned in unison, and he flexed his hips forward until he was completely seated. I felt so incredibly full and rocked against him, giving him the go-ahead. I needed him to move.
Josh covered my mouth with his, pulled back, and began to rock within me over and over. The friction hit just were I needed it, and I knew at this pace it would not be long before I was screaming his name as I came again.
“You feel amazing, so fucking good,” he groaned into the crook of my neck. “Incredible.” He pumped his hips harder and faster and rotated against me with each thrust, rubbing my clit in the perfect rhythm.
My legs began to tingle, and his breathing became more ragged. “So close,” he whispered. “So tight, baby. I can’t hold out much longer.”
I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts and was thrown into the most intense orgasm I had ever felt during intercourse. “Josh, oh yes, oh fuck,” I screamed, and my body quivered and shook with pleasure.
It was as if I left my mind for a few moments, because when I could focus once again, Josh was slamming into me so hard, the headboard was hitting the wall. In seconds, he was moaning out his own release. The intensity overtook him as he bit down on my shoulder, and I winced. The pain was almost pleasurable.
Josh remained buried inside me as he held himself up on his arms to keep from collapsing on top of me. The only sounds were the both of us attempting to calm our ragged breaths. The brush of his fingertips over the thigh I still had hooked over his hip was soothing. My body relaxed even more at his touch.
***
The unfamiliar ringing of a cell phone woke me from a deep sleep. A groan of protest fell from Josh’s lips, and I laughed.
“It’s still dark out,” he snarled. “Who the hell is calling you this early?”
“That would be your phone,” I told him, and he groaned once more in aggravation.
“Those motherfuckers.”
I giggled at his words. My reaction was unavoidable. He was so cute when he was half-asleep.
It stopped after the fourth ring, and Josh wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my body against his, burying his nose in my neck. A satisfied sigh escaped him.
The ringing began once more, and he released his hold on me and twisted his body toward the side of the bed. My room was dark, but light shined through the blinds, highlighting his naked body. I shivered from the effect he had on me with only a glance.
“What?” he snapped as he answered his phone. The anger in his tone made me jump in surprise. “Frank, it’s four in the fucking morning. Can’t this shit wait?”
He paused, and I pulled the covers up around my body.
“Fine,” he said in a clipped tone, followed by a long pause and a frustrated sigh. “I said I would be there, and I will.”
He hung up. A few seconds passed in silence, then the bed dipped at my side. “I gotta go into the office.” I could hear the hesitation in his voice. He was torn, and I didn’t want to make things harder on him. Yes, I wanted to grab him and pin him to the mattress, forcing him to stay. I knew, though, that he had a demanding job and obligations.
“I understand, really I do. I’ll have to get up and get ready in an hour or so anyway.”
The touch of his palm against my cheek forced my eyes to close.
“Last night was amazing,” he whispered before he placed his lips against mine. “I don’t want to leave you yet.”
And the truth was, I wasn’t ready to let him go,
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