by Ava Riley
“I told you it was cheap,” Susan shrugged.
“It’s okay. I’m not really all that thirsty.”
Sitting like a ridiculous teenager on his first date, Josiah’s mind played over a million different ways he could approach kissing Susan. An arm resting on the back of the couch after a long drawn out stretch was too obvious and too ridiculous to give it another thought; maybe he could start out with just a hand on her knee, or even widen his legs a little more so that they were touching. Jesus Christ, he thought. What was wrong with him? Of all the women he’d been with who he just kissed and bedded and he couldn’t make a move on Susan. As he sat and contemplated, Susan downed the remaining of her beer.
“Are you going to kiss me or should I just go get myself another beer?” She laughed without looking at him.
Josiah threw his arm around the back of the couch before she made a move, placed a finger under Susan’s chin, turning her head to face him, and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips were wet from the beer, and although he’d not enjoyed the taste of the liquid, he couldn’t wait to have a taste from her lips. During dinner as she spoke, he fantasized about running his tongue along the seam, pressing his own lips against the fullness of hers then invading her mouth until she found it hard to breathe. He sifted his fingers through her hair as he pressed his lips to hers, thankful that she hadn’t opened up to him so quickly. The fight was what he enjoyed, not someone who gave in so willingly, but someone who demanded that he ask permission with his mouth. And Susan had not disappointed him. He was certain she never would when it came to this. He gently grazed her mouth with his then slowly drew his tongue across her bottom lip. The feel of her fingers clinched tightly at the opening of his shirt caused a smile to form and just as he was about to deepen the kiss, she drew him in closer. Immediately, he felt the material of his button up shirt loosen from against his skin. Suddenly the realization that Susan had begun to unbutton it sent his blood rushing to his crotch. The thickness of his cock pressed against his Wranglers became painful and had he not relinquished his control to her already, he would have stripped them both at a swifter pace that she was. Josiah pushed the thought from his mind and brought his attention back to the woman trying to free him of his clothing. While she withheld access to her mouth, her fingers proved that her objective was to be in control. Josiah welcomed it, and allowed Susan to lead where she chose for this to go.
Pulling his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, she slipped the material away from his skin, her fingers lightly caressing from his shoulders to his wrists while their kiss grew more desperate. Josiah placed his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks while her fingers skimmed the expanse of his chest. With each pass of her fingers, his cock grew thicker and the need to touch every inch of her body, to feel himself deep within her hot core, made him feel more desperate than ever. With slow movements, he used his body to push her shoulders to the sofa. He smiled against her lips when she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled him with her, her legs opening up for him.
Releasing his hands from her face, he grabbed the back of her thigh and pulled her body closer to his as she finally opened her mouth to him. Their tongues danced then he explored her mouth while his fingers caressed from the back of her thigh to the strength of her calf. Pulling her leg up over his ass as he pressed his cock to the heat between her legs earned him a moan from her and he smiled once more against her lips. He rocked his hips, his fingers pulling at the hem of her shirt, then moving along smooth skin on the path to her breast. With tender movements, a complete contradiction from the actions his hips made, he pulled the silk material down. From deep within his belly a moan escaped as the feel of Susan’s harden nipple grew tighter with each pass of his thumb over the treasure that lay under his touch.
Without a warning, Susan broke the kiss, pushing at his chest, their ragged breaths the only sound in the room. As Josiah sat up and leaned against the couch once more, the smile on her face brought relief to him, a confirmation that their little interlude was not complete and that she had plans for him. She quickly stripped off her shirt along with a silky navy blue and polka-dot bra, the one he’d had the pleasure of pulling away from her luscious breast. Leaving her jeans on, she stood and wedged her legs in between Josiah’s immobile before him, naked from the waist up. He wanted her completely naked and beneath him. Reaching up to undo the button of her jeans, she swatted at his hand then shook her finger at him, an indication that he could not touch her just yet. The corners of her mouth tilted upward as she placed one hand on the back of the sofa and leaned into him, her breasts beckoning him to touch them, to taste. It took all his strength not to reach out and take them both in his hands then his mouth.
Susan pressed her lips to his, her fingernails grazing the skin at his throat causing a moan to escape from deep within his belly and fill their mouths. She continued to graze his skin with her fingernails as she made a path from his throat to his chest, down to his stomach stopping just at the waistband of his jeans. Fingernails against his body had always been very erotic, but never like with Susan, never like now where he felt as if he were going to catch fire. The intensity and expediency, with which his cock thickened, caused his body to ignite with a newfound need that Susan invoked in a way no other woman had. His breathing became more erratic as her mouth continued to press hard against his.
Chapter 21
Susan’s lips moved from Josiah’s mouth to his jaw, then slowly up to his ear. The heat of her breath against his skin made the blood in his veins burn while her nails scrapped against his jeans. With the intentionality of a seductress, Susan pressed the palm of her hand against his cock as she nibbled at his ear.
“Mmmm, not much room for the imagination now, is there?” she whispered, the silkiness of her voice begging him to take her, though she’d not spoken the words.
“I have no intention of making you use your imagination,” his voice husky with his own need. Josiah cupped those luscious breasts that she tempted him with in his hands as she pressed her palm against his cock with more pressure. He kneaded with his long thin fingers then just as quickly blew against each nipple, relishing in the sight as his cool breath made them pebble and come to a tight peak. With each flick of his tongue against her hardened nipples, Susan’s hand grew more desperate and her moans against his ear became almost unbearable for him.
“Bedroom?” he all but growled.
Susan’s hand ceased moving. Josiah released her breasts, but only because he wanted to continue this moment in a more comfortable position for both of them. The bedroom would be the ideal place, but he was uncertain if either of them could wait the length of time it would take to get from one place to the next. He placed his hands on Susan’s hips and gently guided her away from him so he could stand. Josiah kept his hands where they found purchase and lowered his mouth to hers, devouring her until she was breathless. Her breasts against his bare chest sent heat along with a tingling sensation coursing through his body. He fumbled with the button of her jeans his fingers slipping to the zipper, pushing the material from her hips as he slid his hand down the front of her pants while his tongue invaded her mouth. The heat along with the wetness of her pussy told him more than her words could that she was ready for him. He freed his hand from her heat, quickly pushing her jeans further down. Susan kicked off her shoes, allowing him to slip her out of the material that hid the wetness he so desperately needed to taste. The panties that matched her bra fell swiftly to the floor soon after. Josiah found it erotic when a woman went to great lengths to match her undergarments, but his body responded even more so to the fact that it was Susan who had taken such care with what she wore. The attraction he felt for her intensified in that moment as she stood naked before him. When he knelt before her, he found his mouth at the juncture between her legs, her lips glistening with her need. He couldn’t stop his tongue from lashing out and tasting what she had to offer. Nor did he have the desire to deny himself t
he pleasure of knowing her in this intimate way.
Susan’s quick intake of air filled his ears, as a flick of his tongue against her clit sent a shiver through her body. The taste of her silky folds made his cock jump with anticipation as he pulled his tongue into his mouth and let the flavor consume him completely. He lifted her leg and set her foot on the coffee table while he knelt before her, placing kisses on her inner thigh until he reached her sweet spot. With one hand on her ass, the other on the back of her thigh, he buried his face against the wet lips of her pussy. Running his tongue slowly from the center of her heat to her harden nub, he savored the nectar of her core. Her fingers quickly tangled in the thickness of his dark hair, finding an anchor as he took his time with his mouth against her the wet heat between her thighs. Dipping his tongue deeper into the hot apex of her body, he alternated between a deep plunge of his tongue then the slow licking and sucking of her clit. Susan’s body began to quiver as he found a rhythm against the bud of her desire, causing her moans of pleasure to fill the small living room. Her fingers tightened within his hair as she neared her orgasm, her hips bucking against his mouth as his tongue relentlessly worked to bring her to release. Josiah felt her body shake against his fingers as she filled his mouth with her essence. Her juices overflowed and coated his lips while he searched his mind unable to bring to remembrance a time when he had tasted anything else so extraordinary. Lapping up every drop she offered him, he slowly loosened his grip on her, careful to be sure she could stand on her own.
“Mmmm,” slipped past Susan’s lips as her fingers released Josiah’s hair and it was the only other affirmation he needed that she’d been pleased with his attentions to her desires.
Josiah stood before her, licking his lips, savoring the spice of her body before he sunk his fingers into her blond tresses. He meshed his mouth to Susan’s, wanting her to experience what he had just consumed with his mouth.
“You taste amazing,” he whispered against her lips. “Exquisite.”
“My turn,” Susan responded as she began to unbutton Josiah’s jeans, lowering herself to kneel before him. He grabbed her by the elbows and pulled her up before her knees could touch the floor while the bulge in his pants begged to be free and buried within her wet, slick pussy.
Before Susan could protest, Josiah pushed the coffee table further away from the sofa. He spun her around and bent her over, urging her to place her hands on the table with her ass in the air waiting for him. With quick movements, he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs to his ankles, not taking the time to kick off his boots. His cock sprung forth eagerly, as if it had waited a lifetime to be released. If he allowed her to take him in her mouth, he wouldn’t last long enough for anything else. He’d gone too long without the pleasures a woman’s body offered and just the thought of her tongue running the length of his shaft, sent his body staggering. He couldn’t wait another minute to find himself buried deep within Susan’s silky folds. Placing one hand on her hip the other wrapped around the thickness of his sex, he slowly slid the head against the wet lips of Susan’s pussy. The juices from her folds wet the tip of his cock as he teased her, sliding back and forth until she placed her head in her hands and began to rock against him.
Pressing his body against her ass as his cock rested between her wet lips, all the senses he’d lost earlier as he brought her to her release, flooded him now. There was no way he could take her bareback. He needed to fish out the condom from his wallet without making her think he had doubts about taking her and without looking like the idiot he was for forgetting. Lightly slipping his forefinger down the arch of her spine, he leaned in and kissed where his finger trailed. “Susan,” he whispered against her skin. “Don’t move. I need get the condom from my wallet before we go any further.”
A nod was the only response she offered as the flush of her skin told him she’d forgotten also. Josiah kept a hand on her ass, not wanting to break the connection of their flesh as he bent over and fumbled with his jeans to pull his wallet out. Once he freed it from his pants, he placed soft kisses against the side of her thigh, making his way to her backside. For only a moment, just long enough to slip a condom from his wallet and discard the piece of leather to the floor beneath him, he reluctantly released the grip he had on her. He quickly sheathed his cock, slipping the condom on quickly as to not waste anymore time. His manhood throbbed within the confines of the condom. His body desperately begged to have the center of her being wrapped tightly around his shaft.
With another stroke against her wetness, he grabbed hold of Susan’s hips and slid into her moist cleft slowly, savoring the way her pussy clenched around each inch of his shaft as he slid deeper inside. She felt too damn good and it took all his self-control not to lose himself to the perfection of her body. As his hips rocked methodically, pushing deeper within her sweetness, he made himself focus on the woman beneath him. The only problem he faced now was seeing her head resting in her hands, her back arched, and her ass lifted into the air for him. His cock thickened and his desire for her burned his insides. Susan’s beauty was more than evident to the eye. Everything about her, from her personality and her honesty, to the slope of her nose and the curve of her mouth was magnificent. Yet, seeing her positioned as she was now, her body flush with desire, yanked from him a wildness he never knew existed within him. Josiah’s hips moved faster with the fevered yearning of his body, driving deeper and harder with each stroke while his fingers dug deeper into the flesh of her hips. Their shared moans with each thrust of his cock filled the small apartment, the inner walls of Susan’s moist channel gripping his sex as she reached another release, and sooner than he had hoped, Josiah’s own release hit him as a deep growl came from the deepest part of his belly and slipped past his lips. Too soon, he thought. He wasn’t ready to pull himself from her body and wished like hell the moment would have lasted much longer. Next time he silently promised her.
Josiah relaxed his fingers from Susan’s hips, both ashamed and gratified that he’d left marks where they dug into her skin, and leaned over her without releasing himself to kiss her lightly on the shoulder. There were no words in the moment he could offer her that would convey what he truly felt. What would he say? Thank you? That was great for me, how was it for you? Shaking his head, he slowly pulled his cock from the deepest part of her and wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her as she pushed herself up from the table. Brushing away the strands of hair from her neck, he smiled as several clung relentlessly to her sweat slickened skin, while he placed gentle kisses from her ear to her shoulder. They stood for some time before either of them made a move. Josiah was uncertain of how long they lingered, and quite honestly, uncaring. Standing with his jeans around his ankles while Susan’s naked ass pressed to his once again growing cock felt more right than anything he’d experienced in his life. With one swift motion, he yanked up his pants and lifted her up into his arms. He made his way in the direction that was the only logical place for her bedroom to make due on the silent promise. If things went as he wished, this night would be filled with much pleasure on both their parts.
Chapter 22
Susan reached over and hit the snooze button several times with no luck of shutting the damn thing off. The ringing wouldn’t stop and it wasn’t until she felt a puff of air against her shoulder followed by a husky groan that she realized several oddities, beginning with the knowledge that she wasn’t alone in her bed. That had been quickly followed by the realization that it was nowhere near time for her to wake up, a quick glance at the clock that had just taken a undeserved beating revealing that it was only three am, and the flush of her body reminding her of all the delicious acts Josiah and her performed on each before they both succumbed to exhaustion. The ringing continued as she fought to push away at the haze clouding her mind and body.
“It’s the phone, not the alarm,” Josiah whispered against her bare shoulder as he draped his arm across her bare waist. Damn it. She was naked in bed with him. Well, at least he
hadn’t just screwed her and left, she thought. Waking up alone would have been much worse than feeling that ever increasing erection pressed against her ass.
Susan snatched up her cell phone as she pushed Josiah’s arm from her waist, swinging her legs off the edge of the bed. A quick look at the screen, through blurred eyes, had her making quick steps to the bathroom as she answered the phone, closing the door behind her.
“Hello,” she said with a shaky voice.
“Sue?” Only one person ever called her that. Her father, and if he were calling this late at night, or rather this early, it wasn’t good news.
“Dad? What’s going on? Is mom okay?” She asked without giving pause.
“You need to come to the hospital,” his weary voice barely a whisper over the phone.
“You mean the nursing facility?”
“No the hospital. Right away.”
“Okay, I’m on my way. Dad? Is mom okay?” she asked again. The silence grew with the exception of his breathing and it was in that moment that Susan realized that the prayers she never should have prayed could possibly have come true tonight. Could it be that while she had finally given it to the pleasures of her own life that her mother had been fighting for hers? Guilt quickly flooded her mind and she felt ashamed that she’d enjoyed not only a dinner with Josiah, but dessert as well. She should have been with her parents. She shouldn’t have called and cancelled meeting him at the nursing facility earlier, lying to him that she had to work late. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Susan hung up the phone and numbly stumbled into the bedroom. The room was illuminated by the small lamp on her nightstand and Josiah sat with his back to the headboard and the sheet pulled up to his waist. Without acknowledging him, she mindlessly grabbed at her clothes on the floor, not bothering with a fresh set and pulled a pair of clean panties and a bra from her bureau, dressing haphazardly.