Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(2)
My nose registers a faint smell. At first, I’m not sure if it’s him or me. It doesn’t matter because it’s an enjoyable smell. It’s the smell of sweat and sex. One of my favorite smells, especially now after last night with him. I like it. I want more of it.
My eyes look closer at his face and I see his morning stubble and enjoy feeling it tickle my palm. “You didn’t shower,” I state more than question.
“No. Sorry . . . I came right home . . . I didn’t want to . . .” he reveals before my lips seize his again. Joe pulls me in closer as he returns the kiss. “Sorry, if I smell.”
“You smell good,” I admit, keeping my lips glued to his.
“So do you,” he replies, consuming more of my mouth.
Our mouths, in a controlled yet desperate state, explore each other’s. Wanting more of him, my hands slide down and start to pull up my shirt. Joe ceases my movement halfway, causing the collar of my shirt to stop just under my nose. I can’t see and he’s preventing my arms from moving. His body guides me back a few steps until I’m against a wall. Before I get the chance to question what he’s doing, Joe’s lips brush over mine. He teases me, taunts me, as he just barely lets me get a taste of him. My nipples harden and liquid forms between my legs, enjoying the game that he’s playing.
Joe delivers his lips to my jaw, causing me to groan. As his mouth slowly explore my chin and neck, Joe’s free hand tickles my ribs and stomach as they continue further down, gliding over my shorts and cup my sex. The heat from his hand warms the moisture that has leaked past my folds.
“You’re so wet,” he announces in a gruff tone.
“Mmm hmm,” I verify.
I’m a little surprised by my openness as well as that he can feel it, but then again, I am wearing stretchy workout shorts.
“Wet . . . for me?” His fingers continue to rub my sex.
“Yes . . .” I pant.
I can’t believe that I just admitted to him why I’m so horny. God, I’m so turned on right now.
Before I finish answering him, Joe’s mouth abducts mine. He tastes even more delicious, especially as his fingers slip under my clothes and caress my bald lips. A loud moan frees itself from my throat as his fingers slip inside. Teasing me, Joe gives me either his mouth or his fingers — never offering me both sensations at the same time.
“More . . .” I demand on a sharp exhale.
Joe adds at least another finger and they resume their sensual assault on my mounds, bringing me closer to orgasm. My hips thrust into his hand, needing his fingers as deep as they can go. As my climax approaches, Joe’s mouth finally returns to my body — kissing, licking, nipping at my neck — causing my release to arrive.
Joe sweetly kisses my mouth as I finish spurting my cum all over his hand. I whine when his fingers leave my sex but purr my delight when he lifts his hand to my mouth, allowing me to taste it with him. Together, we lick every last drop before he releases my arms and eyes from their cage.
Pressing himself harder against me, Joe proceeds to devour my mouth. I can feel his hot, hard erection twitching against my belly. My hands travel to the ends of his shirt, wanting to witness his naked body again.
In no time, we are both topless and on my bed. Taking command this time, I use a jiu-jitsu move to get out from under Joe and have him positioned under me — he easily surrenders. Determined to return the titillating pleasure he gave me, I slither down his body, licking and kissing his skin all the way to the top of his shorts. My fingers curl beneath the edge of his underwear, gradually releasing his erection as my mouth salivates, hungry to taste him. I don’t bother to remove his clothing all the way. Instead, I use one of my hands to firmly hold his cock as my mouth surrounds it whole. I take my time with him, building him up, waiting for the moment where he gets really close and then purposefully change tactics.
“Fuuuuuuck . . . Emma,” he groans as I deny him climax.
I flick my tongue on the tip of his penis a few times before swallowing him again. Keen on tasting his release, I regain suction. I repeat the fluttering of my tongue in a particular spot which sets him over the edge. Joe quickly shudders his fluids into my throat. This time, I’m able to swallow every single drop.
Before I know it, we are both naked and Joe has a condom on. His entire body is radiantly sexy, even more so now in better lighting. As he crawls over me, my sex yearns to be filled by him, needing to take him deep until he makes me cum over and over.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m having sex with Joe — again. We’re having sex — in my apartment no less. Shit. Another rule broken. Well, technically I don’t have a rule that says no sexy with men at my place — but I do have a rule that they don’t know where I live — and no guys allowed at my place. Does that count? No. It doesn’t count. Joe’s been here a bunch of times — but this time we’re going to have sex. Holy crap!
To my surprise, Joe shifts us, putting me on top and in control again. Unable to wait for him, I slip his cock inside me in one, quick movement. Sounds erupt from our throats in satisfaction as I relish the feeling of being filled. Joe takes command of my neck, kissing and licking the perfect spots as I ride him. Back and forth my body rocks, enjoying the build up. Releasing his hand from my face, Joe caresses my body all the way down to my nipples, squeezing them prior to his fingers find my clit. My left hand clasps his hair as I get closer to climax. Joe shifts slightly to steady us better on the bed which causes the tip of his head to rub in just the right place back in the depths of my cave, prompting an orgasm to explode within me.