“I thought . . . we said . . . no sex,” I awkwardly comment between light pants.
“This isn’t sex,” he hums into my ear.
“No?” I check.
“No.”
“Then, what do you call it,” I question, not stopping him.
Joe’s teeth nip at my earlobe and his other hand caresses my breasts and nipples. “Do you trust me?”
“I . . .” my voice whimpers, enjoying what he’s doing to me. “I . . . don’t know.”
Joe chuckles and his hands continue their steady pursuit.
Suddenly, our eyes meet and I lift my chin, wanting to kiss him. Joe obliges as his fingers continue to circle on my nub. My hips start to sway a little, almost matching the rhythm of his hand. I grip onto his knee to steady myself better as the pleasure swirls inside.
“Cum for me, beautiful,” he directs in his sexy voice.
“Mmmmmm . . .” my voice hums.
My panting gradually increases along with the rocking of my body.
“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Cum for me.”
“Yes . . .” I agree, wanting it to happen.
My feet press against the far end of the tub as my hips lift and the muscles inside my vagina clench down, desperate for release. In the next moment, the orgasm catches fire in my body.
Joe’s hand gradually slows over my clit until my body stops convulsing from elation. He assists my body back down into the tub, stroking my arms as he continues to hold me. “See . . . not sex,” he states.
I shake my head in opposition to his words. “What about you?” I check.
“Don’t worry about me,” he insists.
“I think it’s hardly fair,” I offer, turning to face him.
Joe kisses me several times before refusing again.
With a wicked grin on my face, I lean in and whisper, “Touch yourself . . . please.”
When our eyes meet, Joe nods agreement. I stay kneeling, watching him stroke his cock with slow, long strokes. My gaze bounces between his face and hand for several minutes until I see his eyes roll back into his head. Leaning forward, my lips meet his and he eagerly takes them, slipping his tongue in to dance with mine. Joe’s mouth moves forward when I peel away, growling his protest until my mouth plays with his neck. His free hand cups the back of my head as I bounce up and down his body, back to his mouth and to his nipples on occasion.
“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” I direct, biting his earlobe.
Joe grunts his understanding.
My hands slide down his thighs, grazing his balls, which elicits a moan and makes Joe’s eyes flutter. He gently tugs on my neck, pulling my mouth to his. Stabilizing myself with my right hand on the back of the tub, my left continues to fondle his sack while we kiss, causing Joe to grunt into my mouth. He whines when I pull away, but doesn’t seem too upset when I return to his nipples.
“God, Emma,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You better tell me when,” I demand, biting down on his left nipple.
Joe yanks my mouth back to his. After his tongue swirls with mine several times, Joe rests his forehead on mine. “I’m . . . going to . . .” he announces.
I pull to watch, but he’s got a strong hold on me, so my eyes look down just in enough time to see him cum into the water.
“Fuck, beautiful,” he whimpers.
“See . . . not sex,” I mention.
Joe laughs. “Not sex.”
He cups my face, kissing me for several long, passionate minutes before shifting his hands down to my ass and scooping me closer into him. We stay together for several more minutes, consumed by the presence of each other until Sadie walks up and drinks some of the water.
“Sadie,” I softly scold.
Normally I wouldn’t care. Epsom salt, water and essential oils won’t hurt her, but the idea of her also getting two other flavors does not make me feel good.
I push Sadie’s head back, shifting off of Joe to climb out of the tub. Grabbing her bowl that’s by the door, I fill it and she drinks it eagerly.
As the tub drains, Joe turns on the shower and we hop in. Once we’ve finished, I offer to go to his room to get some clothes, but Joe objects, saying he doesn’t mind lounging naked or in a towel. Joe helps me with my lotion and once he’s got my entire body covered, he uses some for himself. He heads out to the bedroom first, expecting me to be right behind him. I quickly close the door and lock it so I can get my menstrual cup back in without any curious onlookers.
When I open the door, I’m meet with a quizzical look from Joe. I bite my lip and shrug my shoulders as I walk past him, noticing that he’s still naked.
We turn on a movie, but we hardly pay attention to it. As I lay on my back in the middle of the bed, Joe, still naked but under the covers from the waist down, lays on his stomach between my legs with his head on my chest. I play with his hair as he kisses me occasionally and we talk about different things.
“Henry and Maggie seem to back to their regular selves,” Joe mentions.
“Yeah,” I agree with a smile.
“And, it looks like you are too,” he adds.
My lips purse together and I nod, not really wanting to talk about it.
“Are you feeling better?” Joe checks.
“Yeah,” I confirm.
“You don’t sound it,” Joe accuses politely.
“I just don’t like talking about it,” I share. “I’m sorry for how I acted.”
“What do you mean?” he asks confused.
“For fighting you when you were trying to console me. For avoiding you and everyone and . . . for leaving the way I did,” I explain.
“I don’t think you need to apologize,” Joe states. “We all deal with things differently . . . and that was pretty intense for everyone involved, even me.”
I shrug my shoulders, accepting his words to some extend.
“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” Joe encourages. “I actually thought you would have responded differently.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask, curious by his statement.
Joe lets out a heavy breath. “Jared . . . he explained some things to me.” He pauses, waiting and watching for my reaction. “Things about your past . . . like how things were for you the first year or so when you two met.”
I wince hearing his words, but I’m not as uncomfortable as I thought I would be.
“Don’t be mad at Jared,” Joe requests sweetly. “I asked . . . and pushed to know . . . just in case I could help.”
My head bobs in reply. “What did he tell you?”
With a soft smile, Joe’s body noticeably relaxes. “Little things,” Joe begins. “How you didn’t get into a car for several years. How you’d have panic attacks when you finally did . . . having the dream all those nights.” Joe’s pauses for a few seconds. “How you like to control things . . . like it’s your way of coping with the stuff you can’t. How he believed that Maggie’s miscarriage might make you more distant . . . at least for a while.”
I look away, wanting to hide the pain.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Joe searches.
“What?”
“Maggie . . . the mis . . . .”
“Don’t,” I snap a little, cutting him off. “Please. Don’t say the word okay?”
“Sure, beautiful,” Joe agrees, moving closer to console me. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I answer.
“I . . . it was hard,” I share.
“I know,” Joe agrees.
“I’m sorry I left and didn’t let anyone . . . .”
“Don’t,” Joe interrupts. “Don’t apologize. Like I said, we all cope in different ways. I’m just glad that you’re back.”
I don’t say anything as I try to calm myself.
“You know, you’re a great friend to Maggie,” Joe praises. “You did what you could and I know that Maggie and Henry are grateful for everything. You showed up when she needed you and you did the best th
at you could.”
Joe moves closer, wrapping himself around me, holding me well past my tears subsiding.
A small smile creeps into the corner of my mouth. “Thanks.”
I feel Joe’s head nod in the crook of my neck. He continues to hold me for a while, lifting his head up on occasion to kiss me on the lips, cheek or neck. Suddenly, Joe starts tickling me as his mouth returns to my neck. I squeal and Sadie hops over to the rescue, causing Joe to stop when the sheets expose his naked ass, and Sadie starts sniffing his rear. Joe squirms to get away from Sadie, but she’s quick to follow him.
“Serves you right,” I declare, laughing.
Grabbing the blanket, Joe yanks it over his head and mine, hiding us both from Sadie as he continues to tickle me. Joe’s hands stop their torture once his head is level with mine. He stares into my eyes, not minding that Sadie plops herself over our legs.
His mouth suddenly takes mine, ardently exploring it with each stroke of his tongue. My arms wrap around his neck, latching on to the moment.
“Can I stay the night?” he nervously checks.
I don’t answer, not sure what to say.
“I want to be here . . . just in case the dream comes back,” he comments.
My jaw clenches at the possibility.
“We aren’t meeting my parents until eight and I don’t have any clothes to make it back safely to my room,” he adds.
“You have clothes,” I argue.
“Sweaty clothes,” he disputes.
“I can get you clothes,” I offer, not completely revealing if I’m kicking him out or not for the night.
“I don’t need them, not right now anyway,” he replies with a sinful smile.
“No sex,” I remind.
“I know,” he concurs. He nuzzles my neck, causing me to squirm again until he just lays still.
After a few minutes of silence, Joe pops his head up from the crook of my neck.
“What?” I question, curious by the look on his face.
“Why can’t I smell you?” he says.
“What?” I search, not understanding him. “You can’t smell me when your face is planted in my neck?”
“No,” he corrects. “I mean, why can’t I smell you?”
My brow furrows still not comprehending.
“Right before we got in the tub, I could smell you when I was undressing you.” He shifts, forcing Sadie to move along side us and lowers his lips to my belly. “Now, I can’t smell you,” he repeats, this time looking down at my crotch.
Heat rises in my cheeks.
“A woman has a scent,” he adds.
I cover my face with a pillow, unable to believe he’s brought this up for a topic tonight.
“What?” he asks, lifting the pillow up to see my face.
I try to force it back down, but he yanks it away. My arms lift to hide my face, but Joe inches back up my body.
“Emma,” he coaxes. He gently pulls at me to show my face. “Beautiful.”
“Why do you want to know?” I ask, embarrassed that I might have to explain.
“Because I’m curious,” he replies.
“I have something down there,” I confirm.
“Obviously if I can’t smell you. What is it?” he presses.
Rolling my eyes, I mumble what it is.
“What?” he checks.
“A menstrual cup,” I say louder.
“What’s that?”
God, he’s not going to just let this slide. This is embarrassing.
“It’s a medical grade silicone cone shaped thing that goes in there,” I explain.
“How does it fit in there?”
Damn. Curiosity has killed the cat, and it just might kill this kitten.
“It’s shaped to fit better than a tampon and it’s more environmentally friendly,” I offer.
“Really? Can I see it?” he gets up, moving down my body.
“No,” I contend. “You can’t see it.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s in there.”
“I want to see how,” he states.
“I’m not taking it out,” I profess.
“Can I just see it while it’s in there?”
Laughing, I offer. “Fine.” I start pull down my pants, but Joe beats me to it.
He quickly tosses my underwear and shorts to the side, but is met with my legs closed at the knees. Joe gives me a pleading look and I hesitantly spread my legs. “It’s green,” he says.
“Yeah, I know,” I answer, surprised by his statement.
“Are they all green?”
“No . . .” my voice quickly cuts off when I feel Joe’s fingers spread my sex apart.
He flicks the end of the menstrual cup that sticks out for removal.
“Hey,” I contend.
“Sorry,” he replies. “Did that hurt?”
“No, it just feels funny,” I explain.
He flicks it again. “Good funny?” he questions with a smirk.
“Try it again and you’ll find out,” I threaten.
Joe laughs and we stare at each other in contemplation for a heartbeat while I put my pajama bottoms back on. Without warning, Joe playfully nips at my thigh. I jolt up, springing to action. We spar for a few seconds and Joe gets me locked. The fact that I have clothing on aids to his victory. My hands move to tickle him, but he entraps them.
“Sadie,” I shout, hoping she’ll come to my rescue.
She bounces over, sniffing at my face.
“Get Joe,” I tell her.
Sadie moves away and Joe announces his victory.
“Ahhh!” Joe screams, shifting his hips to the left, trying to divert Sadie from returning to her previous pursuit of sniffing his ass.
I slip from Joe’s grip and pin. “Serves you right. That will teach you to wear clothes around Sadie.”
Joe squirms more when Sadie heads back to his groin a second time. “You win. You win.”
We crawl back under the covers quickly, snuggling into each other once I feel he’s learned his lesson. Joe grabs his phone from the night stand and is quiet for several minutes.
“What are you doing?” I check.
“I want to see what it looks like,” he answers.
“What?”
“Your thing,” he barely explains.
I roll my eyes, realizing what he’s referring to. “Why?”
“I’m curious to how it works and how you get it in there,” he shares.
I watch Joe’s face as he reads. He’s got a very relaxed, contemplative look.
When Joe finishes, he puts his phone back and curls into me more with our faces an inch or two apart. We lay for a long while, not talking, and at some point I recognize what he’s trying to do.
“You’re not asleep,” I announce.
Joe grunts.
“You’re not staying,” I declare.
He grunts again.
“Fine,” I start to get up. “I’ll sleep in your room.”
Joe’s arm tightens around me, restricting my movement. “I want to stay.”
“No.”
“How about you let me stay tonight, and I won’t ask again the whole time we’re here,” he barters.
“No,” I object.
“Please,” he begs.
“No,” I repeat.
“I’m too tired to get up,” he says.
“Like I said, I’ll go to your room,” I remind.
“If you go I go. If you stay, I stay,” he informs.
“I thought you were too tired to get up,” I challenge.
Joe wraps himself more around me. “I’ll behave,” he sweetly offers.
“Right,” I sarcastically reply.
“I promise.”
“You didn’t behave in the tub,” I assert.
“Yes, I did. Besides, you didn’t seem to mind.”
I don’t say anything for a few moments, waiting to see what he might say or do. “Just tonight?”
“Just tonight,” h
e affirms. “I promise.”
“Fine,” I concede.
Joe shifts to turn off the light and I get up to use the bathroom. He doesn’t question me, but watches closely to make sure I don’t go near his side of the bed for his room key or the main door. I pee one last time and then slip back into the bed.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” Joe’s voice sings.
“Goodnight, Joe.”
Sixty Six
I wake to Joe’s erection pressing into my rear and Sadie’s head on my hip. Sadie and I glance at each other and just stay where we are for a few minutes. Looks like she’s still a little tired from the flight and run yesterday. I shift my leg, which causes Sadie to move and gives me the ability to slide out of the bed. Joe’s arm gently tugs on me while he lets out a groan. I can tell from the way he’s breathing that he’s still asleep.
Making it out of the bed after only two more tries, I quietly shut the bathroom door behind me and relieve myself, clean out my menstrual cup and put it back in. When I return to the bedroom, my hand quickly covers my mouth to stifle a giggle. My body becomes aroused by the sight of a naked Joe Covelli, laying on his stomach with a sheet that has slipped down, exposing most of his round ass. I tip-toe to get my phone, compelled to take a picture — or two. My lips curl inward when Sadie moves and places her head on Joe, right where his ass and lower back meet. Two more photos are taken.
“What are you doing?” Joe questions in a groggy voice.
“Nothing,” I quickly rebut, turning my phone off.
Joe extends his hand out, gesturing for me to come back to bed. After I put my phone down next to his, I take Joe’s side of the bed since he’s in the middle. Barely back under the covers, Joe has me sandwiched between him and the mattress. His mouth finds mine, greeting me warmly before he nuzzles into my neck. He moves his free hand along my belly, grazing my skin. Joe easily finds the edge of my shirt and slips his hand under it, cupping my breast. While shifting more on top of me, Joe pushes my shirt up higher, obviously trying to get it off. My hands fight, pushing it back down. Returning his lips to mine, Joe tries to distract me, which he successfully does, long enough to get my shirt all the way off.
“You said no sex,” I reprimand.
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