My breathing became ragged the more desperate I grew for his touch. My insides ached, and just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, I backed into him. He moved away just enough to keep from me what I wanted. I groaned in frustration. “Jesus, Josh, please.”
“This how you want it, baby?” His breath tickled my ear, causing me to shiver beneath his tight grip.
“Yes,” I moaned, once again pushing back against him.
“Then tell me.”
“I want you.”
“Just me?”
“Of course just you,” I said, exasperated.
He kissed my cheek, amused. “Say it again, Avery. Tell me you love me.”
I looked over my shoulder. Josh brushed my hair away from my face and across my back. He kissed my bare shoulder, waiting patiently. He wanted to look into my eyes, in this vulnerable position, and watch me speak the words he needed to hear. And I would, because there was no doubt in my mind. “I love you, Josh.”
He gripped my hips and thrust once into my slick entrance until he was completely inside me. I cried out, waiting for him to pull back and rock into me again.
He didn’t move. Instead, he ran his palm over my backside, pulling back on my hip with his other hand, keeping himself submerged, savoring the moment.
After a few seconds, he began moving against me, slow and controlled.
“I love the way we fit together.” He pressed his lips between my shoulder blades as he rocked his hips. “I love how your body moves in sync with mine.” He pulled back again, this time almost out of me entirely before slowly rocking forward. I whimpered, arching my back. He ran the tip of his tongue just under my ear as he rolled his hips a little faster this time. “I love those sexy fucking sounds you make when you’re turned on.” His voice was strained. I wasn’t the only one feeling tortured. His breath hitched and he groaned. He was at his limit.
“What else?” I panted, rocking at a steady rhythm with him.
“You, Avery,” he breathed. “I love you … so fucking much.” He pulled out and flipped me onto my back, but before I could protest, he was inside me again, this time cupping my jaw and staring into my eyes while he came. He leaned down, pressing his lips hard against mine, kissing me deeply, as if he didn’t know what else to do while the moment consumed him.
Once he stopped trembling, he leaned back, a tired grin on his face. He kissed me once more and then began rocking against me, still looking into my eyes. He reached down with one hand and hitched my knee to his hip, and then he tensed, sinking himself deeper inside me. He didn’t pull back, instead moving his hips in small, slow circles, making my sensitive parts beg for more.
My eyes involuntarily rolled back and I sighed. “You feel so good,” I whispered. At that rate, it would take me a long time to finish, but I could feel something boiling deep inside me, building slowly, something I wasn’t sure I could handle.
Josh kissed and licked my neck, tasting my mouth, using a free hand to caress my face and hair. I hooked my ankles at the small of his back, allowing him even deeper, and he moaned. “Fuck, I think I’m going to come again.”
Those words sent me over the edge, and I bucked against him, reaching around to press him deeper inside me, faster, harder. I cried out, and so did he, climaxing at the same time.
When the moment passed, his eyebrows shot up. “Holy shit,” he said, panting. “That’s definitely a first for me.”
I covered my face, feeling overwhelmed and emotional. We were just having the best sex of my life, and now I was crying. It was humiliating, yet I couldn’t stop.
“Avery?”
I shook my head, feeling hot tears fall down my temples.
“Baby.” He pulled my hands away. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Please ignore me. I feel so stupid.”
He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. “Tell me.”
“Have you ever been so happy you don’t know whether to laugh or cry?”
He shook his head. “Have you ever had something so amazing, you were terrified to lose it?”
I nodded, sniffing. He said exactly what I was feeling, even if I couldn’t explain it myself.