He paused and looked down at me, the expression on his face telling me that something had just occurred to him. I hoped it wasn't anything that would take him away from me yet.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked.
I felt my cheeks burn slightly, not because of the question, but because of what he might think of me.
“In my nightstand,” I said.
He crawled backwards off of the bed and walked to the nightstand. Opening the top drawer, he reached in and took out the unopened box. Without hesitation he opened the box and pulled out one of the foil packets. He came back to the side of the bed and I watched him tear the packet open with his teeth. I reached up and took the condom from him, wanting to put it on him myself. I felt my hands shaking slightly as I settled the condom on the tip of his erection and slowly unrolled it into place. When it was on him, Josh crawled back onto the bed and took his position over me again. His hands took hold of my legs again and he pulled me forward so that my legs fell onto either side of him.
I gasped and tilted my hips up, so he could enter me easily. The tip of his cock nuzzled my core and I felt a sudden swell of emotion surge through my chest. I hadn't expected that reaction and it took me aback. Though I had felt a strong draw to Josh from the moment I met him and my attraction to him had only gotten stronger the more time that we had spent together, I had been able to convince myself that it was primarily lust that had brought us here, until this point, but suddenly I knew that there was so much more in the balance.
Josh sank inside me and I watched his eyes close as if he was savoring every slick inch of my walls accepting him and cradling him close. For a few moments he simply held himself still, then he eased forward to sink deeper. I couldn’t tell if he was being careful not to hurt me, as though he thought I was delicate or could tell that my body was tight and neglected, or if he was trying to linger, to hold on to each second that our bodies were melded together.
As my body welcomed him, finally feeling fulfilled by the sense of fullness he created within me, my heart felt like it both flourished and broke in the same moment. I gave myself over to him, not knowing what was going to come next, not knowing how this was going to play out when we went back to reality, but not wanting to care. This moment was ours and I didn't want to sacrifice it. Josh’s hips rocked in controlled, rolling movements against me so that he sank deeper until finally he was settled as far as he could. When I had opened my body fully to him, Josh sat back on his knees and took hold of my hips, giving himself greater control and leverage so he could increase his speed and intensity.
My bedroom began to fill with Josh’s unbridled groans and I could see that he was losing control. I reached up and ran my hands down his body, indulging in the pure sensual pleasure of his sweat-slick skin. His thrusts grew harder and faster and soon I couldn't concentrate on anything but the deep, filling pleasure and I heard myself gasp, crying out as my body clenched and I tumbled into another earth-shattering orgasm.
As my body pulled Josh's deeper inside me, he let out a strangled cry and I felt his cock throb, meeting each of the spasms of my walls with his own pulses. He fell forward, swallowing hard as his body gradually cooled and relaxed. I wrapped my hand around the nape of his neck, stroking it tenderly both to calm him and to continue the blissful connection. I relished the delicious weight of Josh's strong, beautiful body pressing me down into the bed that was now warm and damp with our sweat, making me feel treasured and like I was floating away from the realities of life outside of this delirious moment.
The next morning, I woke with the wonderful heat of Josh's body molded around mine. I felt surrounded by the warmth and sweetly musky scent that still lingered in the air around us from the night before. He stretched like a big, happy cat and turned to kiss the side of my neck.
"Good morning," he murmured.
His voice was smooth and lazy with satisfaction, and I found myself wanting to coax it back into the huskiness of arousal that had hypnotized me the night before. I wanted to capture it again, to ensure that that first bolt of lightning wasn't a fluke or the only memory of his mind and body blending with mine that I would carry on with me. As if he had read my mind, Josh took hold of me and rolled me onto my back. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed before slipping beneath the covers the night before and he leaned forward to run his tongue along the side of one breast. His teeth nipped against my skin and I giggled, then gasped when he sank his teeth in slightly harder. Josh pushed back away from me and offered his hand to me as if in reciprocation for me doing the same the night before. I took it, allowing him to pull me out from the warmth of the covers and off of the bed.
I didn't know what to expect, but I was surprised when Josh dropped down to his knees in front of me. He pressed one hand to the middle of my chest and slid down until it reached the valley in between my hip bones. Josh applied pressure to one hip to turn me around, so my stomach was facing the bed. His hand flattened to my spine and press me forward so that I was leaned over the bed, my elbows rested on one of the pillows. His hand traveled down to my thigh and swept my leg up, so it was propped on the bed side me. Before I could even process what was happening, I felt his tongue delve between my thighs and the heat of his mouth on my already wet and aching core.
In stark contrast to the night before, the attention of Josh’s tongue was fast and almost animal in its frantic pace. My body was still sensitive from the intensity of the night before and it took only seconds of his masterful mouth playing across my body before I felt myself rushing toward another climax that took my breath away. Just before I tumbled over the edge, though, Josh stood and stepped away from me. I heard him tear open a condom and then a second later, he plunged his hard cock into me, pressing me down into the bed with his body as he fucked me.
The angle ensured that every intense thrust hit my g-spot in a way that I had never experienced and suddenly I exploded, crashing into a wave of sensation that made me scream out and bite down into the covers to muffle the sound. Josh gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the tip through my folds, nurturing me as I continued to savor the orgasm. I groaned and arched my back to press toward him. As much as I was inviting him, Josh continued to tease me, but finally positioned the head of his erection against my opening and yanked my hips back, burying himself fully into me.
Without withdrawing, Josh guided my other leg up onto the bed so that I was on all fours, my knees spread wide beneath me and my chest rested against the mattress as he continued to support my hips. This new position created a sensation that was almost too much for me to stand. I felt Josh lean forward and run his tongue up along my spine so that his body enveloped me. The way he held me created an exquisite balance between rough, almost dominating control and tender, protective nurturing.
Josh thrust into me at a fast, intense pace, each stroke getting harder as though he were desperate for something. The more he thrust, the higher my sounds became and soon he moved his hand under my belly so that he could massage the pad of his thumb into my clit. Josh grunted deeply with each thrust until he slammed his hips forward suddenly in one final, impaling thrust.
The stroke was so intense it was almost painful, creating a sensation so mind-blowing that it sent me plummeting over the brink of oblivion and I gasped out his name. The spasms of my walls again met the frantic pulses of Josh's cock and I could feel him spilling into me.
A few minutes later we lay on the bed, our bodies tangled together as our heartbeats and breathing patterns gradually returned to normal.
“I should go home,” Josh said.
I lifted my head and looked at him sharply.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
“I don't want to,” he said quickly, as if trying to backpedal and reassure me that we hadn't moved on to the 'thank you ma'am' portion of the encounter. “If I had my choice, I would have us stay right here in this bed for the rest of the day, only leaving it long enough to go get Thanksgiving leftovers from the refrigerator. But the thing is --- I think that I just heard the front door and I'm fairly certain that there is more than just one person in your living room right now.”