Breathe Out (Just Breathe, #2)(3)

Joe gradually guides us back down on the bed as my body continues to shake from its release. Hovering close to Joe’s body, my lips enjoy the flavor of his tongue and neck. My nipples take pleasure in the sensation of brushing over his chest. As if knowing I’m ready for the next round, Joe’s hands take hold of my hips and he begins thrusting upward. My forearms help to support my body as my legs widen over his torso, causing him to strike the innermost depths of me from a different angle.

“Fuck me,” I urge, nipping his earlobe and weaving my right hand into his hair.

His pace quickens and I swing my hips down to meet his thrusts. I’m so sensitive that I’m constantly on the verge of another release. I shift my waist to grant my legs more balance and then it’s suddenly upon me. My throat is hoarse as I cry out in complete ecstasy. The orgasm is so intense, that I’m hardly able to breathe in for more air as it shoots up through my spine.

Even in this position, I can feel Joe harden. His hands grip tighter on my ass, pushing me down farther onto his shaft. Joe’s pulses quicken, enticing my body closer to another climax.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkkk . . .” I whimper as the roller coaster continues until the moisture in my sex increases, creating another gush of dampness.

“God, Emma,” Joe groans his release into my sweat drenched hair.

I lay motionless over Joe. My face is planted into the bed below him as my lungs heave to regain their normal flow of oxygen. I’m unable to move my body as I rejoice in the exhausting pleasure that rings through me a fourth time this morning. Joe doesn’t try to move either. Instead, his hands caress the entire length of my spine as his cock twitches inside of me.

When Sadie joins us on the bed, Joe and I are forced to move because she decides to stick her nose in some places that aren’t meant for her to sniff. I can’t really blame her. She’s never smelled this kind of sex on me or the bed.

With our bodies still debilitated, Joe and I barely manage to curl under the blankets to seek refuge from Sadie’s continuous intent to explore. After a few minutes, Joe slips out of the bed and heads to the bathroom. My head rolls enough to watch the beautiful muscles in his ass flexing until he’s out of sight. Unable to wait for his reappearance, my eyes flutter closed to savor the sensations that are still wildly coursing through my veins.

Joe’s voice mentioning something brings my brain back into reality.

“Hmm?”

“Your phone,” he repeats.

I can feel him brushing strands of hair away from my face.

“What about my phone?” I whine.

Instead of answering, Joe slips out of the bed. I groan my disappointment until I start to realize what he is saying as the noise gets louder.

“Jared’s calling,” he comments, handing me the phone.

Joe quietly slips back into the bed as I answer. “Hey, Jared!” I greet with the most upbeat tone I can muster.

“You okay?” Jared sounds extremely worried.

“Yeah . . . why?” I check. My voice almost cracks as Joe’s lips find my shoulder.

“Did you have the dream again?” he presses.

Jared doesn’t believe me. I can tell.

My body lifts up to a seated position before I answer him. “No. I swear.”


Jared stays quiet for a moment. “So what happened?”

“Nothing. I just couldn’t sleep and I wanted to get back to Sadie,” I truthfully answer. It is the truth, even though I’m leaving out other bits of information.

“How’s she doing?” His voice sounds like he’s still not convinced.

“Good. Do you want to talk to her?” I investigate.

“Yeah.”

“Hold on.” I place my finger over my lips to signal Joe not to talk before I press the speaker button. “She can hear you.”

“Sadie!” Jared calls. “Saaaaadie!”

Jared has talked to Sadie over the phone more times than I can count since I adopted her. She’s gotten used to it where she doesn’t search the whole apartment for him anymore.

Sadie pounces around in excitement and barks.

“How’s my other girl doing?” Jared says, wanting to elicit a more definitive response from her.

Sadie barks several times.

I turn off the speaker phone before commenting. “See. We’re good.”

“How did you get home?”

“I took a cab.”

“How about Pop-Pop, Nathan and I come by later for dinner,” he politely insists.

“No. I’m good,” I assert. “I just need some time away from people. This past week . . . no, these past few months have been a lot for me. I just need some downtime.”

“I guess it has been pretty intense for you,” he sweetly reviews. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m good, really.”

I feel Joe’s legs slide on either side of my body as he presses his chest into my back. His lips return to my shoulders as his fingers caress my arms.

“I’m really proud of you, Kitten,” Jared remarks. “I know last night was hard for you.”

“It wasn’t that hard. Not after getting the toast out of the way,” I clarify.

“It was perfect. I know that Maggie and Henry really appreciated it.”