Just Breathe Series (Trilogy Box Set)

by Martha Sweeney

“Por qué no?” Mia interjects and continues in Spanish. “He’s yummy and you could use some yumminess in your life since I’ve never seen a man here other than Jared. Is he single? Because if you don’t want him, I wouldn’t mind my own yumminess if he’s up for it.”

  I snicker at Mia's remarks. “I’d say ask him yourself, but he understands every word you just said.”

  Mia fans herself as her face reddens.

  “Gracias,” Joe returns and then continues in Spanish, “I’m flattered, but, I’m already taken.”

  “No, you’re not,” I rebut, not liking what he’s implying.

  “I think I should leave you two alone . . . to talk. I just finished cleaning anyway. I’ll see you next week, Emma,” Mia declares as she walks over to her purse.

  “Gracias, Mia,” I say when she faces me to close the door behind Joe.

  A smile pops onto her face as she mouths Oh My God! and does the sign of the cross.

  “What was that?” I challenge a few seconds after the door has been closed.

  “What?” Joe feigns innocence and shrugs his shoulders.

  “You know what,” I protest.

  For some strange reason, I’m only slightly bothered by his remark and I’m not sure why.

  Holding up the bags in his hands, Joe ignores the subject and says, “I thought you might be hungry.” He places the packages on the counter. “It’s your favorite from La Pain Quotidien,” he informs with a grin.

  “I’m not easily swayed by food. Even if it is my favorite,” I amusingly battle.

  He’s not winning by ignoring my question.

  “Even with a whole jar of brunette?” he tempts.

  I purse my lips like I’m considering the offer. One of my favorite deserts is warm chocolate hazel nut spread on freshly baked bread, especially if the bread is still hot — or strawberries.

  “One condition,” I begin.

  “Name it,” Joe responds quickly, moving closer to me.

  “If and when I tell you to leave, no arguing, no trying to stay.”

  “Deal,” he agrees immediately with a victory smile.

  Joe moves in to kiss me, but I deflect his attempt by turning my back. I hear him chuckle at my actions as he wraps his arms around my waist and tries to sway me with a kiss on the neck. The tension in my body relaxes with his touch. Joe’s mouth continues its pursuit on my body and nibbles on my ear until I surrender my mouth to him.

  “God, I’ve missed the flavor of you,” he admits, dipping one hand down over my sex.

  I let out a moan and press my ass into his groin.

  Joe’s fingers slip under my clothing and trace the crease of my lips. I can feel moisture smear as he drags his fingers back up. I watch Joe place his fingers into his mouth and groan with satisfaction. He leans toward my mouth just enough for my tongue to catch a taste from his bottom lip.

  “As bad as I want you . . .” he devours my mouth. “I want to save you for dessert.”

  I moan my disapproval, but I feel my belly grumble in favor of his statement. We haven’t had sex since the last time he was here, which was prior to Nathan’s birthday weekend.

  Grabbing plates and silverware, we eat at the breakfast bar. Joe deliberately sits so our bodies are touching while we eat. He’s the first one finished and moves closer after pushing his plate to the side. As I finish chewing my last bite, Joe moves my plate and slides closer, seeking a kiss. I can’t help but laugh at his antics. After a few kisses, Joe rounds the breakfast bar and takes the dishes into the kitchen. I hop off the stool to clean them. Joe watches me with the first dish to see what I do. Then, he proceeds to help me wash the next one as he stands behind me. His hands slip down my arms, assisting me with the task in the most sexual of ways. Leaving the last few items for me, Joe’s right hand finds my hip as his left sweeps my hair off my neck, exposing it. He breathes me in as his lips tiptoe toward my ear.

  Joe has our mouths entwined and the feeling of need and desperation fills my body. My hands cling to the back of his neck and into his hair as I moan with each exhale. Hoisting me up on the counter, Joe rushes to take off my clothes. I do the same, grabbing a condom out of his pants pocket before letting them fall to the floor. Just as I get the condom all the way on him, Joe grabs my waist and spins us around, slamming me into the refrigerator. In one single motion, Joe buries his cock inside me and proceeds to ram into me, as if already knowing that this is what I need. The coolness of the fridge is a pleasing contrast from the heat of our bodies.

  Joe’s fingers tighten into my ass as his thrusts become more forceful. My right hand grips the top of the fridge as Joe’s desired outcome creeps up in my body.

  “Don’t . . .stop . . .” I pant.

  “Emma,” Joe grunts into my neck as we both cum.

  When our breathing slows, Joe gently removes himself and lowers my feet to the floor. My legs shake a little from the titillating rush. Joe reaches for a napkin to toss the used condom in the trash. He kicks off his shoes, takes off his socks and grabs another condom from his pants pocket before scooping me up and carrying me to my bed.

  Joe quickly sandwiches my body, not giving me a chance to take the lead. As if he just took the pent up edge off with the first orgasm, Joe explores my mouth and gradually works his way down my body to my vagina.

  “Time for dessert,” he announces with his sexy voice.

  With a slow, lengthy lick, Joe’s tongue strokes up from the edge of my taint to the top crease of my sex. Slithering like a snake, his tongue swirls around my clitoris. My left hand slides down to grip Joe’s hair as he continues his sinfully delicious pursuit of my sex, making me wetter with each lash of his tongue. I pinch my right nipple after feeling Joe trace the outside of my cave with a finger or two.

  “Yes . . .” I moan in anticipation.

  I can feel a muscle inside my walls clamp down eager to be touched.

  Joe’s fingers caress my mounds, as if he’s searching for the right spot while his mouth continues to tease my nub. My hand tightens in his hair and my hips grind along his face as the momentum builds quickly inside of me. I groan my disapproval when Joe denies me climax by removing his mouth. Keeping his fingers pulsing inside me, he shifts the rest of his body up to suck my left nipple. After targeting my neck, Joe offers his mouth to mine, allowing me to taste myself.

  “Please,” I beg.

  “Mmmm . . .” Joe hums.

  “Pleeeaassse . . .” I whimper despite my appreciation for the delectable agony of his denial.

  “Please what?” He pretends like he doesn’t know.

  “Please . . . I want . . . to cum,” I admit in-between moans.

  Joe flickers his fingers, pausing on occasion, driving me crazy.

  “Do you want me?” he searches with a wicked grin.

  “Mmmmm . . .” I groan when his fingers stop pulsing.

  “Do you want me?” he questions a little more sternly.

  His authoritative tone is surprisingly turning me on.

  “Yes . . .” I whimper.

  “Say it,” he commands.

  “No . . .” I object.

  “If you want to cum, you need to say it.” He wiggles his fingers inside me and then stops again.

  “Mmmmmm . . .” I groan when his fingers stop fluttering. “I . . . want . . . you . . .” I utter each word each time his fingers don’t move.

  The next thing I know, Joe’s mouth is sucking my clitoris and his fingers continue to fondle my vagina.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck . . .” I barely mumble as I gasp for air when the orgasm sweeps through my body like a tidal wave. My back arches up as I yank his head hard into my sex and my pelvis rocks into his face.

  Before I get the chance to catch my breath, Joe fills me with his cock. As if unable to wait, he immediately begins to thrust inside of me.

  “Fuck me,” I plea, revealing my need.

  “Not yet,” he sweetly objects.

  “Please . . .” I whine when his lips temporarily break fre
e from mine.

  “Not yet,” he counters.

  Desperate for another orgasm, I offer into his ear, “I want you.”

  I can feel Joe’s lips turn into a smile on my neck.

  After two, long, deep thrusts, Joe comments, “Soon . . . I promise.”

  My hands journey down his back, grazing his skin firmly with my nails before my fingers tighten into his ass. I jerk on his body, trying to get him to drive into me harder and faster. My back arches and my hands release his flesh as he gives me what I want. Suddenly, Joe’s pace slows, and before I can get my hands back to his rear, he laces each of his with mine and shifts them to the sides of my head. He laughs when I grunt in protest.

  I firmly sink my teeth into his shoulder, hoping that it will coax him to comply. Joe returns the favor to my neck and my eyes flutter as my fingers tighten into his. He nips me again, causing my pelvis to arch which allows him to strike a sensitive spot. I keep my hips up, throwing them into his oncoming thrusts as best I can. I’m just barely on the verge of cumming, but denied each time.

  “Fuck me,” I plea. “Please.”

  Joe’s pace doesn’t alter.

  “Please . . . I want you . . . I want you to fuck me . . .” I declare with desperation.

  Two seconds later, Joe’s hips pummel into me with the exact force and speed my body needs, causing an orgasm to rip through me.

  “Jooooooe . . .” I moan on my first breath out.

  When I come to my senses, I glower at him for making me beg and wait. Joe chuckles as he flips us over putting me on top. I sway my hips over his shaft before I’m able to balance to a full sitting position, aware that he’s still hard and I’m the only one who came.

  Joe takes hold of my waist and pushes up into me. I can feel his desire to cum as his penis stiffens. Confident that I can render him temporarily comatose with an orgasm, a thought that pops into my head fuels me to assist him. I shift my legs under me, allowing the tip of his penis to strike another sensitive spot. In no time, we cum together.

  Forcing my body up just after I’ve finished, I slip off of Joe and head to the walk-in closet.

  “Where you going?” he checks. His body doesn't move.

  “I’ll be right back,” I mention, staggering away.

  Seeing that Joe’s eyes are still closed as I tiptoe back into the bedroom, I make haste with my plan of action and note that he’s already removed the used condom.

  “What are you doing?” he questions, shifting his head to look in my direction.

  “Nothing,” I return, securing one of his hands.

  Joe doesn’t see what I’m doing until I’ve got his other hand captive.

  “What are you up to?” he chuckles, trying to see how much he can move his arms.

  “You’ll see,” I devilishly answer. I check to making sure he can’t break free from the scarf that is keeping him restrained to my bed frame.

  “Where are you going?” he inquires with curiosity after I close the curtains and proceed to leave the bedroom.

  “I’ll be right back,” I deviously confess.

  “Emma?” he calls.

  I walk away without another word.

  In the kitchen, I check Joe’s bag that he brought along with the food and find a bunch more condoms. Perfect. I make sure Sadie stays in the living room before I head back to Joe. As I open the door, I place my right hand behind my back, not wanting Joe to see what I have.

  “Told you I’d be back,” I playfully announce.

  “What were you doing?” he searches with tension in his voice.

  “You’ll see.”

  There’s just enough light from the curtain that allows me to see what I’m doing. I place Joe’s bag next to the bed in front of the nightstand and place a glass measuring cup down as well. Straddling Joe, I move forward and kiss him.

  “You had your dessert,” I explain. “And now, I get to have mine.”

  “Should I be worried?” Joe laughs nervously.

  “Do you trust me?” I seek.

  “I’m not sure,” he admits.

  “Here,” I offer my finger to his mouth after I dip it into the glass container.

  “Mmmmm.” Joe’s body relaxes.

  I’m surprised by my own bravado to follow through with my plan. I’ve never done what I’m about to do with Joe with any guy — not even Maggie.

  Picking the cup and using my index finger, I scoop up some of the warm, gooey chocolate hazelnut spread I warmed up in the kitchen. I’m careful not to spill a single drop. First, I place some on Joe’s right nipple. Letting him lick my finger, I lower my mouth and proceed to suck every last bit off of him. Joe moans at my touch and his cock twitches beneath me.

  Next, I drizzle some of the topping onto his other nipple. I watch for Joe’s reaction and then slowly lower my lips to slop it up. I glide some across his bottom lip, but only get to taste half of it since he licks his mouth. Shifting back, I then carefully use my finger to drip some over the length of his shaft. Joe does his best to stifle a groan.

  “Too hot?” I check.

  “No . . . I just didn’t expect you move there so quickly.”

  I can’t help but laugh. My body slinks down to consume his chocolate eclair. There’s a slight salty flavor on occasion from the leftover cum. I eagerly share the taste with Joe which he seems happy to accept. I put the chocolate aside for a little bit as I work his penis, making it harder each time I swallow him whole. I purposefully build him up, getting him close to orgasm. Just before he’s ready to explode, I remove my mouth and take my time to drizzle a little more chocolatey goodness.

  “Fuck, Emma,” Joe groans his frustration the second time I deny him climax.

  “What?” I feign ignorance.

  “You know what,” he confronts through gritted teeth while trying to show a smile.

  “Tell me,” I coax, wanting him to know where his torture stems from.

  “I . . . want you . . . ” he whimpers as I suck the tip of his penis for a second or two, pull away and then repeat.

  “I’m not convinced,” I reply, teasing him more with my tongue.

  “I want you . . .” he proclaims on a strained breath out.

  “I’ll think about it,” I muse, rising up to explore his neck.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, trying to move his arms as my mouth sinks around his flesh.

  I retrieve the chocolate and drip some on my left nipple and then my right. Sucking the rest off my finger, I ask, “Do you want some?”

  “Yes,” he quickly replies.

  I lean forward letting his mouth consume my breast. Joe’s tongue laps up every little bit, and before I can pull away, his teeth capture my nipple.

  “Behave . . .” I command on a moan.

  When Joe’s mouth releases my skin, I turn to allow him to take my other breast. As his tongue reaches out for the first lick, I pull back. He groans in protest when he can’t reach me. I offer again, but deny us both the pleasure.

  “I’ll behave,” he whimpers.

  When his tongue makes contact with my skin, I slide my free hand down to fondle his cock.

  “Do you want me to . . .” I begin, nipping at his earlobe, “. . . fuck you? Or . . . do you want me to finish you with my mouth?”

  “Either . . .” he confesses.

  “Would you like both?” I explore, stroking his shaft with a little more pressure.

  “Yes . . .” he mutters.

  I continue to taunt him as my mouth trails the length of his body until it engulfs his penis while my ass sways in the air.

  In less than ten plunges of his cock to the back of my throat, Joe shudders his release. “God . . . Emma . . . .”

  Once my tongue licks him clean, I put on another condom.

  “How do you want me to fuck you?” I examine with intrigue.

  Joe dives his tongue into my mouth when I’m within reach. “Until you cum all over me,” he declares.

  “Yeah?” I confirm, steadying his cock at the
edge of my hole.

  “Yes,” grunts Joe.

  I whimper with delight as I fill myself with him.

  “Untie me, please,” he begs.

  “Why?”

  “I want to touch you,” he admits.

  “Not yet,” I tease.

  “Please,” he repeats.

  “Soon,” I reply.

  Feeling adventurous after riding him like a bronco for a few minutes, I slide him out and spin my body around. Joe groans his dissatisfaction when he’s completely out of me. Facing away from him, I angle myself to slip back down on his penis. I lean my body back and rest against his chest which allows him to nibble my neck. Joe bends his knees to give us both better support and which places him further inside me. He pumps his hips up as I rock mine down.

  Needing to feel his hands on my body, I reach up and yank on a section of the scarf that will easily free him. Joe’s left hand quickly takes hold of the base of my neck and shoulder while his right fondles my clit. My left hand grasps his forearm to steady myself better.

  “Cum for me, Emma.” He sucks on my earlobe.

  “Yes . . .” I pant, pushing myself down onto him as hard as I can.

  “Cum all over me, beautiful,” he directs like he needs to me orgasm as bad as I do.

  “Yes . . .” I moan.

  The muscles along my vaginal wall clench down around his penis.

  “That’s it,” he coaxes. “Cum.”

  “Yes . . . ohhh . . . God . . . Jooooooooe . . . .” My body violently convulses as my cave drenches his cock.

  Joe doesn’t move. He just continues to hold me as my body trembles. Once he knows I’m completely finished, he carefully shifts my body off of him and lays me on the bed.

  “Ready for more?” he inquires.

  “Mmm hmm,” I agree, despite being unsure if my body can actually take anymore stimulation.

  Joe delicately slides himself back into my cave and pulses gently — my body immediately responds. With slow, rhythmic thrusts, Joe’s cock massages my mounds. Their so sensitive that each caress feels like I’m on the verge of another orgasm. If he just strikes me the right way, I probably will cum. Joe’s mouth sweetly kisses mine as he takes his time buried in me. We don’t talk and when he places his forehead lightly on mine again, I remember the last time we had sex like this. The orgasm was different — longer — more intense — more complete.