Chapter Thirty-Nine
Josh
Josh toweled off from his shower and slipped on a white t-shirt and lounge pants. It was late and considering the day he’d had, he should be exhausted and ready to drop. But instead of forcing himself to crawl into bed, where he knew he would just lie awake and think of Carina, he went to the living room, flipped on the television and prayed that something would pique his interest.
But after ten minutes he lost hope and turned off the tube. Josh reached for his phone, switched on one of his favorite Pandora channels and listened to Eddie Vedder sing of love and loss. But the song and his thoughts of Carina were interrupted by a gentle rapping at the door.
Josh jumped to his feet and answered the door…just to feel the floor give out. Standing in front of him, clinging to a duffle bag with both hands, his girl looked at him with uncertain eyes.
“I called Mia on the way.” She swallowed hard. “She…she gave me your address.”
She was stammering and looking so goddamn beautiful that he couldn’t take it any longer. He reached out and yanked her into his apartment and slammed the door behind them. He was surrounded by her delicious scent and he lifted her into his arms. Josh heard the duffel bag hit the floor as he took her to his bedroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her uneven breathing against his skin nearly sent him into a frenzy. Thankfully, his bedroom was only a room away. Any farther and he would have taken her right there on the hallway floor.
“I need you in my bed, Carina.”
“Yes,” she said. Her hot whisper burned against his neck. He was already rock hard and desperate to be deep inside her.
He set her on his bed and tore off his shirt. She was in the process of kicking off her sandals when he found her eyes fixated on his arousal, which at the moment was constricted by the thin fabric of his pants.
She licked her lips. “I want to taste you,” she said. The desire he saw in her eyes was enough to make him crazy. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them. Her delicate hands circled his shaft and the sensation instantly prompted beads of precum to spill forth. He watched her tongue lick the cum away.
“Ah, God,” he moaned. His heart hammered in his chest. His fingers trembled at his sides. He was just about to ball his hands into tight fists, so she couldn’t see that he was falling apart, that she hadn’t stripped him and left him exposed, but he realized that he wanted Carina to see what she did to him, what she meant to him.
She stared at him beneath hooded eyes, and he knew Carina saw him. The raw emotion. The want. The need to claim her as his. He felt her hands shift and while one was still gripping his cock, the other cupped his balls. Her tongue rimmed the head of his cock, making his body jerk. “Tell me what you want,” she asked. The warmth of her breath against his heated skin was more than he could stand.
“Take me deep,” he said, gripping her hair.
Within seconds he was encased in her hot, wet mouth. She swallowed against the crown and then licked him from root to tip. Her head dipped again and he felt his cock brush the back of her throat, causing his vision to blur and his balls to tighten. He was too fucking close. Already.
Josh reluctantly pulled away from her pouty full lips and stared at the woman who owned him in every sense of the word. He slipped her sundress off her perfect body. Her bra and soaked panties were next to go. He crawled on top of her, though he was careful not to crush her. He reached down and stroked her slick folds with his fingertips. She bucked beneath him and he knew she was ready to accept him. He quickly withdrew a condom from the drawer of his nightstand and rolled it on.
“Please…please, Josh,” she begged.
Her whimpers were his undoing and he positioned himself between her legs. “You are everything I want, everything I need.” With one long, hard thrust he filled her completely.
She screamed for him, at him, to take her. To give her everything. Her legs circled his waist. She was panting and clawing at his back. He took her deeper. Drove harder. Her nails dug into him and he groaned.
“I’m yours,” she said, between labored breaths.
I’m yours.
His thrusts ceased and he stared at his woman. Still deep inside her tight heat, he kissed her the way he had wanted to on that dance floor, with passion and uncontrollable desire. He kissed her the way she deserved to be kissed.
Breathless, he ended the kiss. “I love you, Carina.”
Tears filled her eyes and her lip quivered. He had always loved her raw emotion, that he didn’t have to guess what she was thinking. She trusted him…with her body and her heart.
“You’re the woman who will always want more.” His cock throbbed inside her. “And I would love to be the man to give it to you.” A tear fell and then another. He wiped her tears away. “Please let me love you,” he said.
She was crying and nodding her head all at once. She pulled him close and he felt her taut nipples against his chest. “I love you,” she said. She clenched around him and he pumped into her. “Make love to me, Josh.” With one more thrust they climaxed together with words of love and forever springing from their lips.
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Carina
Carina was awoken from a dreamless sleep by thrashing and moaning. She rolled over and instantly felt panicked. Beads of sweat had gathered on Josh’s forehead and he was gripping the sheets. Concerned that he may have a fever, she placed her lips to his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. He was just dreaming. But as she stared at his twisted brow and listened to his distorted pleas that didn’t make any sense, she realized he was ensnared by a nightmare.
She straddled him, took his face with both hands, and attempted to soothe him. The thrashing subsided immediately, but his brow remained fixed in a scowl. She sat back and was surprised with what she encountered. He was fully aroused. The sight of his cock standing at attention made her wet and wanting. Carina looked down at her man. He was still at the mercy of a nightmare, speaking gibberish and moaning from time to time. “Shh,” she murmured, caressing his face with her fingertips. He moved his head from side to side and then his eyes shot open.
“Hey, I’ve got you,” she said, holding his tortured face in her hands.
Her face registered and he kissed her. “I need you,” he said, his voice pleading. Carina had never seen such pain.
Desperate to give him what he needed, what they both needed, she eased herself onto his rock solid cock. “Oh, God, Carina!” he groaned. She raised her hips and then came crashing down. “Christ!” he yelled. He grabbed her hips, dug his heels into the mattress and drove upward. His thrusts were swift but precise and she felt her orgasm mount. She took her breasts in her hands and pulled at her taut nipples. “What are you doing to me?” he asked, watching her fondle herself. His eyes were full of red hot lust and desire.
“Loving you,” she said, without hesitation.
A second later she was flipped on her back and her nipples were being licked and nipped. She heard the nightstand drawer open again and the tearing of a foil wrapper. He slid into her without depriving her breasts of attention. She ached to feel him, to experience again how it felt when he came inside her, when he took her in the most primal of ways.