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“Are you going to kiss me or should I
just go get myself another beer?” She laughed without looking at him.

Josiah threw his arm around the back of
the couch before she made a move, placed a finger under Susan’s chin, turning
her head to face him, and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips were wet from the
beer, and although he’d not enjoyed the taste of the liquid, he couldn’t wait
to have a taste from her lips. During dinner as she spoke, he fantasized about
running his tongue along the seam, pressing his own lips against the fullness
of hers then invading her mouth until she found it hard to breathe. He sifted his
fingers through her hair as he pressed his lips to hers, thankful that she
hadn’t opened up to him so quickly. The fight was what he enjoyed, not someone
who gave in so willingly, but someone who demanded that he ask permission with
his mouth. And Susan had not disappointed him. He was certain she never would
when it came to this. He gently grazed her mouth with his then slowly drew his
tongue across her bottom lip. The feel of her fingers clinched tightly at the
opening of his shirt caused a smile to form and just as he was about to deepen
the kiss, she drew him in closer. Immediately, he felt the material of his
button up shirt loosen from against his skin. Suddenly the realization that
Susan had begun to unbutton it sent his blood rushing to his crotch. The
thickness of his cock pressed against his Wranglers became painful and had he
not relinquished his control to her already, he would have stripped them both
at a swifter pace that she was. Josiah pushed the thought from his mind and
brought his attention back to the woman trying to free him of his clothing. While
she withheld access to her mouth, her fingers proved that her objective was to
be in control. Josiah welcomed it, and allowed Susan to lead where she chose
for this to go.

Pulling his shirt from the waistband of
his jeans, she slipped the material away from his skin, her fingers lightly
caressing from his shoulders to his wrists while their kiss grew more
desperate. Josiah placed his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs stroking
her cheeks while her fingers skimmed the expanse of his chest. With each pass
of her fingers, his cock grew thicker and the need to touch every inch of her
body, to feel himself deep within her hot core, made him feel more desperate
than ever. With slow movements, he used his body to push her shoulders to the
sofa. He smiled against her lips when she wrapped her fingers around his neck
and pulled him with her, her legs opening up for him.

Releasing his hands from her face, he
grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled her body closer to his as she finally
opened her mouth to him. Their tongues danced then he explored her mouth while
his fingers caressed from the back of her thigh to the strength of her calf. Pulling
her leg up over his ass as he pressed his cock to the heat between her legs
earned him a moan from her and he smiled once more against her lips. He rocked
his hips, his fingers pulling at the hem of her shirt, then moving along smooth
skin on the path to her breast. With tender movements, a complete contradiction
from the actions his hips made, he pulled the silk material down. From deep
within his belly a moan escaped as the feel of Susan’s harden nipple grew
tighter with each pass of his thumb over the treasure that lay under his touch.

Without a warning, Susan broke the kiss,
pushing at his chest, their ragged breaths the only sound in the room. As
Josiah sat up and leaned against the couch once more, the smile on her face
brought relief to him, a confirmation that their little interlude was not
complete and that she had plans for him. She quickly stripped off her shirt along
with a silky navy blue and polka-dot bra, the one he’d had the pleasure of
pulling away from her luscious breast. Leaving her jeans on, she stood and wedged
her legs in between Josiah’s immobile before him, naked from the waist up. He
wanted her completely naked and beneath him. Reaching up to undo the button of
her jeans, she swatted at his hand then shook her finger at him, an indication that
he could not touch her just yet. The corners of her mouth tilted upward as she placed
one hand on the back of the sofa and leaned into him, her breasts beckoning him
to touch them, to taste. It took all his strength not to reach out and take
them both in his hands then his mouth.

Susan pressed her lips to his, her
fingernails grazing the skin at his throat causing a moan to escape from deep
within his belly and fill their mouths. She continued to graze his skin with
her fingernails as she made a path from his throat to his chest, down to his
stomach stopping just at the waistband of his jeans. Fingernails against his
body had always been very erotic, but never like with Susan, never like now
where he felt as if he were going to catch fire. The intensity and expediency,
with which his cock thickened, caused his body to ignite with a newfound need
that Susan invoked in a way no other woman had. His breathing became more
erratic as her mouth continued to press hard against his.

Chapter 21

Susan’s lips moved from Josiah’s mouth
to his jaw, then slowly up to his ear. The heat of her breath against his skin
made the blood in his veins burn while her nails scrapped against his jeans. With
the intentionality of a seductress, Susan pressed the palm of her hand against
his cock as she nibbled at his ear.

“Mmmm, not much room for the imagination
now, is there?” she whispered, the silkiness of her voice begging him to take
her, though she’d not spoken the words.

“I have no intention of making you use
your imagination,” his voice husky with his own need. Josiah cupped those
luscious breasts that she tempted him with in his hands as she pressed her palm
against his cock with more pressure. He kneaded with his long thin fingers then
just as quickly blew against each nipple, relishing in the sight as his cool
breath made them pebble and come to a tight peak. With each flick of his tongue
against her hardened nipples, Susan’s hand grew more desperate and her moans
against his ear became almost unbearable for him.

“Bedroom?” he all but growled.

Susan’s hand ceased moving. Josiah
released her breasts, but only because he wanted to continue this moment in a
more comfortable position for both of them. The bedroom would be the ideal
place, but he was uncertain if either of them could wait the length of time it
would take to get from one place to the next. He placed his hands on Susan’s
hips and gently guided her away from him so he could stand. Josiah kept his
hands where they found purchase and lowered his mouth to hers, devouring her
until she was breathless. Her breasts against his bare chest sent heat along
with a tingling sensation coursing through his body. He fumbled with the button
of her jeans his fingers slipping to the zipper, pushing the material from her
hips as he slid his hand down the front of her pants while his tongue invaded
her mouth. The heat along with the wetness of her pussy told him more than her
words could that she was ready for him. He freed his hand from her heat, quickly
pushing her jeans further down. Susan kicked off her shoes, allowing him to
slip her out of the material that hid the wetness he so desperately needed to
taste. The panties that matched her bra fell swiftly to the floor soon after. Josiah
found it erotic when a woman went to great lengths to match her undergarments,
but his body responded even more so to the fact that it was Susan who had taken
such care with what she wore. The attraction he felt for her intensified in
that moment as she stood naked before him. When he knelt before her, he found
his mouth at the juncture between her legs, her lips glistening with her need. He
couldn’t stop his tongue from lashing out and tasting what she had to offer. Nor
did he have the desire to deny himself the pleasure of knowing her in this
intimate way.

Susan’s quick intake of air filled his
ears, as a flick of his tongue against her clit sent a shiver through her body.
The taste of her silky folds made his cock jump with anticipation as he pulled
his tongue into his mouth and let the flavor consume him completely. He lifted
her leg and set her foot on the coffee table while he knelt before her, placing
kisses on her inner thigh until he reached her sweet spot. With one hand on her
ass, the other on the back of her thigh, he buried his face against the wet
lips of her pussy. Running his tongue slowly from the center of her heat to her
harden nub, he savored the nectar of her core. Her fingers quickly tangled in
the thickness of his dark hair, finding an anchor as he took his time with his
mouth against her the wet heat between her thighs. Dipping his tongue deeper
into the hot apex of her body, he alternated between a deep plunge of his
tongue then the slow licking and sucking of her clit. Susan’s body began to
quiver as he found a rhythm against the bud of her desire, causing her moans of
pleasure to fill the small living room. Her fingers tightened within his hair
as she neared her orgasm, her hips bucking against his mouth as his tongue
relentlessly worked to bring her to release. Josiah felt her body shake against
his fingers as she filled his mouth with her essence. Her juices overflowed and
coated his lips while he searched his mind unable to bring to remembrance a
time when he had tasted anything else so extraordinary. Lapping up every drop
she offered him, he slowly loosened his grip on her, careful to be sure she
could stand on her own.

“Mmmm,” slipped past Susan’s lips as her
fingers released Josiah’s hair and it was the only other affirmation he needed
that she’d been pleased with his attentions to her desires.

Josiah stood before her, licking his
lips, savoring the spice of her body before he sunk his fingers into her blond
tresses. He meshed his mouth to Susan’s, wanting her to experience what he had just
consumed with his mouth.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered
against her lips. “Exquisite.”

“My turn,” Susan responded as she began
to unbutton Josiah’s jeans, lowering herself to kneel before him. He grabbed
her by the elbows and pulled her up before her knees could touch the floor
while the bulge in his pants begged to be free and buried within her wet, slick
pussy.

Before Susan could protest, Josiah
pushed the coffee table further away from the sofa. He spun her around and bent
her over, urging her to place her hands on the table with her ass in the air
waiting for him. With quick movements, he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs to
his ankles, not taking the time to kick off his boots. His cock sprung forth
eagerly, as if it had waited a lifetime to be released. If he allowed her to
take him in her mouth, he wouldn’t last long enough for anything else. He’d
gone too long without the pleasures a woman’s body offered and just the thought
of her tongue running the length of his shaft, sent his body staggering. He
couldn’t wait another minute to find himself buried deep within Susan’s silky
folds. Placing one hand on her hip the other wrapped around the thickness of
his sex, he slowly slid the head against the wet lips of Susan’s pussy. The
juices from her folds wet the tip of his cock as he teased her, sliding back
and forth until she placed her head in her hands and began to rock against him.

Pressing his body against her ass as his
cock rested between her wet lips, all the senses he’d lost earlier as he
brought her to her release, flooded him now. There was no way he could take her
bareback. He needed to fish out the condom from his wallet without making her
think he had doubts about taking her and without looking like the idiot he was
for forgetting. Lightly slipping his forefinger down the arch of her spine, he
leaned in and kissed where his finger trailed. “Susan,” he whispered against
her skin. “Don’t move. I need get the condom from my wallet before we go any
further.”

A nod was the only response she offered
as the flush of her skin told him she’d forgotten also. Josiah kept a hand on
her ass, not wanting to break the connection of their flesh as he bent over and
fumbled with his jeans to pull his wallet out. Once he freed it from his pants,
he placed soft kisses against the side of her thigh, making his way to her backside.
For only a moment, just long enough to slip a condom from his wallet and discard
the piece of leather to the floor beneath him, he reluctantly released the grip
he had on her. He quickly sheathed his cock, slipping the condom on quickly as
to not waste anymore time. His manhood throbbed within the confines of the
condom. His body desperately begged to have the center of her being wrapped
tightly around his shaft.

With another stroke against her wetness,
he grabbed hold of Susan’s hips and slid into her moist cleft slowly, savoring
the way her pussy clenched around each inch of his shaft as he slid deeper
inside. She felt too damn good and it took all his self-control not to lose
himself to the perfection of her body. As his hips rocked methodically, pushing
deeper within her sweetness, he made himself focus on the woman beneath him. The
only problem he faced now was seeing her head resting in her hands, her back
arched, and her ass lifted into the air for him. His cock thickened and his
desire for her burned his insides. Susan’s beauty was more than evident to the
eye. Everything about her, from her personality and her honesty, to the slope
of her nose and the curve of her mouth was magnificent. Yet, seeing her
positioned as she was now, her body flush with desire, yanked from him a
wildness he never knew existed within him. Josiah’s hips moved faster with the
fevered yearning of his body, driving deeper and harder with each stroke while
his fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her hips. Their shared moans with each
thrust of his cock filled the small apartment, the inner walls of Susan’s moist
channel gripping his sex as she reached another release, and sooner than he had
hoped, Josiah’s own release hit him as a deep growl came from the deepest part
of his belly and slipped past his lips.
Too soon
, he thought. He wasn’t
ready to pull himself from her body and wished like hell the moment would have
lasted much longer.
Next time
he silently promised her.