Yosiah dragged his tongue across my ear, down to the spot right under my lobe, and pressed his lips against it. His words wrapped around me like the warmest blanket. I came again, this time thrusting my hips upward to meet his. It was intensely overwhelming. I had lost count of how many times it had happened but I wasn’t complaining. I didn’t know what had gotten into Yosiah, but I wasn’t complaining. I got lost in the soft words he spoke into my ear. They were gentle and pleasing to the brokenness inside me. I never thought Yosiah had so many positive things to say to me.
His hands roamed my sides, causing my skin to prickle after each touch. More moans left my mouth.
I was caught off guard and a gasp left my mouth when he lifted my legs and pushed them forward. “Yoga is doing you good. Look how flexible you are.” He folded my body, my knees resting near my ears. His dick penetrated me even deeper. My stomach grew tight, and again, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Just like that. Fuck me harder,” I begged, wanting more. I wasn’t sure if I was turning into a nympho, but it felt like I waswalking on the lines of one. The more pleasure Yosiah brought me, the more I wanted. It was greedy of me, but I could care less. He pushed my legs further. Low grunts left his mouth. His balls slapped against my ass. The gushing sound of his dick moving in and out of me overtook the music playing. Too many things were happening and it caused my head to spin.
Sex with Yosiah had never been like this before. Although I always got off with him, he never was this focused and intimate. I’d had a lot of sex in my twenty-four years of life—some good, some bad—but nothing like this. Sex with Yosiah was always good. I always came but italwayslacked passion. It felt like I was a chore to him more than anything. This time was different. Yosiah was fucking me like a grown man who was determined to satisfy his partner. A man on a mission. His mouth made my skin burn. His dick stretched and touched every spot it needed to. His words caressed and stroked my insides.
Yosiah stared down at me with intensity, glowing with lust. His eyes were darker than normal, his lips pinched together tightly, his brows drawn to the. middle of his forehead. I felt like he was peering into me, trying to make me come even more undone than I already was. A knot rose in my throat. It all was too much.
“Kiss me!” I begged, no longer able to handle it. Moving my hands to the back of his head, I pulled it down and met his lips in the middle. His strokes grew stronger. My body jerked as our tongues entangled with one another. One of his hands rose to the side of my face and cuffed it gently. He slowed his strokes, but didn’t lessen their strength. Truthfully, I’d never met a man that had this much will power and restraint. I was sure he’d cum now.
I yielded to his kissing, allowing him to take over. His tongue explored my mouth and brushed against mine every so often. He ate up the moans falling from my lips. I felt myself about to cumagain. Holding the back of his head tighter, I clenched around his dick again and squeezed my eyes shut.
Yosiah groaned and bit into my bottom lip, soothing it by sucking slowly. His hips bucked more wildly, stabbing into my spot. Intense pleasure crawled up my spine.
I felt like a real married couple for the first time. Yosiah made love to me like a husband did his wife. It caused emotions I’d never felt before to sprout inside me.
Tyrese’s “Signs of Love Makin’” came on. I became choked up. Tightness grew in my chest. The air in the room became smothering.
I was in the middle of cumming when Yosiah stopped moving and the heat from his body left mine. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open.
“Wh-why’d you stop?” I struggled to get out.
“You’re crying. Was I hurting you?” he asked, catching me off guard.
I lifted my shaky hands and brushed them over my cheek, realizing he wasn’t lying. Heat poured into my cheeks. I had never cried during sex before. Just as I wiped my eyes, more seemed to form.
“I’m fine. I’m fine,” I blubbered. It was like my brain couldn’t form the right thing to say.
What the hell was happening?
“I just, I just. You and me. The sex.” I inhaled a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. It was no chance I could tell him that I was overwhelmed with feelings because of the intimacy he was showing me.
“I’m fine. I swear. It just felt so good.” I needed to get my shit together. This was not me.
“Let’s change positions,” I suggested.
All this face to face was bringing too much out of me. I needed back shots to center me again.
I could tell Yosiah wanted to push the issue, but I wasn’t ready for that talk. Instead, I pulled my hips back, taking a deep breath as my sex became empty. Turning onto my stomach, I arched my back, presenting myself to him. I shivered and moaned when he rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my opening from behind before sinking into me.
ThisI could deal with. Clutching the sheets, I pushed my ass into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I was nearing exhaustion, but I wouldn’t tap out. I wanted to make this a present Yosiah would never forget.
His fingers sank into my hips and his strokes sped up.
“Damn you look good from behind,” he grunted.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
My ass bounced off his pelvis, his balls slapping against my lower lips. My knuckles whitened the tighter I gripped the covers.
Yosiah sped up his movements and became more erratic.
“Fuck!” he growled, yanking out of me. Warm wetness covered my lower back and ass.
Soon as his hands left my sides, my body instantly dropped, feeling the weight of the back-to-back orgasms catching up to me. My heart raced, my eyes closed, and I breathed heavily in a blissful sedation. I was sure I would feel the effects of tonight for the next week.