Our mouths separate. January’s eyes meet mine. “Josh,” she gasps. “What are you doing? What are we doing? This is insane.” She presses her fingertips to her lips, her eyes wide with fear.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“January,” I say. “It's okay.”
“It's okay? What do you mean it's okay? You are my stepbrother!”
“Ex-stepbrother.” I am the one clarifying this time. “Do you think I hate you, January? Because if that's the truth, you have it all so damn wrong.”
“If you don't hate me, what do you feel toward me?” she asks, her eyes searching mine, looking for meaning, and God is there plenty.
“If I tell you what I feel, it'll terrify you. If I tell you what I honestly think, you'll run away and never look back. If I tell you what I feel, January, you might be scarred for life.”
She shakes her head and drops her hands. She looks at me, earnestly. “I’m not a little girl,” she says, “your words don't scare me. Tell me the truth, Josh. How do you feel toward me?”
“I fucking love you, January Jones, and I have since the day I met you.”
“Love me?” she asks. I see now that her fingers tremble, her hands shake, and her knees wobble before they give out.
“Oh, hell,” I say, catching her as she faints in my arms. I told the girl of my dreams that I love her, and she couldn't even say anything back. Instead, she fainted in my fucking arms.
I carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. Well, it's a suite, really, a massive room with a giant king-size bed with a pink canopy over it. The whole thing looks like a piece of cotton candy, and I smile, knowing it's so absolutely her. Everything about this space screams January, and I adore it. I love it because she loves it, and God damn it, and I adore her.
I lay her down on the bed, and I slip off my shoes, taking more than my fair share of liberties. I lie down on the bed next to her and I run my fingers over her arm until our hands meet and her fingers lace with mine. She turns toward me, now awake.
“Did I really faint in your arms?” she asks.
I smile. “Yes. It was like a fairy tale come to life.”
“Aren't you supposed to kiss Sleeping Beauty to wake her up?” she asks dreamily.
“Is that what you want me to do, January? You want me to kiss the Princess?” I roll her toward me, running a hand over her jaw, drawing her close.
She licks her lips. “But I want you to do more than kiss me, Josh.”
I groan. “And what else do you want me to do, Princess?”
“Everything,” she whimpers as I pull her lips toward mine. “I want us to do everything.”
Chapter Six
January
When Josh pulls me to him and kisses me softly, all I can think of is that he told me he loves me. Loves me!
I want to stay in this moment, remain here with his hands running over my skin, and his heart pounding against my chest… but I have to know that he means it because my heart can’t handle being broken by him of all people.
“You really love me?” I ask, rolling on top of him. I run my hand over his chest, unbuttoning his dress shirt, wanting to see and touch and feel all of him.
“I do, January. I always have. You are why I moved away. The reason why I can’t handle coming back into the office. It’s not because I hate you — it’s because I want you so damn badly.”
I know this is a complicated consideration— Josh and I, but I don’t want to think about all the reasons we might not work. Right now, I only want to give in to the ideas of why it can.
“I want you too, Josh. Since the day we met. If you knew how many nights I spent…” I run my hand over my face.
He pulls my hands down, looking up at me. “If I knew what, January?”
I swallow, not ready to explain that I’ve spent years touching myself while fantasizing about this exact scenario. It’s time to change the subject. “Wanna know why I started crying after I left my dad’s office?”
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I lean over him. I feel his thickness, and I can't help but rub myself against him. I close my eyes in pleasure. “Tell me,” he says.
“I thought getting my father’s stamp of approval would mean the world to me… but after I got it, I realized that isn’t what I’m after. It’s not what I truly want. Sure, I want to have a successful business, but I want more than that.”
Josh runs his hands under my dress, his fingers playing with the lace edge on my panties. I inhale, my pussy wet with desire.
“What else do you want, January?”
“I already told you,” I pant. “I want everything.”
“Let me give you what you desire, what I crave. God, do you have any idea how much I adore you?”
I shake my head, tears in my eyes. “I feel like I’m still dreaming. That you haven’t woken me up yet with a kiss.”
“I’ll do more than kiss you,” he groans, pulling himself up, his arms around me. I laugh as he flips me on my back, he moves between my legs. “I’ll make you mine.”
“I already am,” I whisper. “I’ve been waiting for you, Josh.”
“Is that what you spent your nights wishing for?”
I nod, licking my lips. “I would touch myself, Josh. I’d get off to the thought of you. You’d be a few rooms down the hallway, and I’d press my finger to my wet slit, touching myself until I got off.”
“I want to see,” he says. Josh stands up from the bed, undressing quickly. “Show me that wet pussy you’d touch.”
My body shivers with pleasure at his words, his orders for me to show him what I’ve longed to give him for so long. “I’ve never shown another soul,” I admit. I sit up, moving to the edge of the bed. Lifting the hem of my dress, I move ever so slowly, wanting to tease this man who has my whole heart.
“You’re killing me, Princess.”
I laugh. “I’m worth the wait.”
He groans as I toss my pink babydoll dress aside. I’m wearing one of my custom bra and panty sets. Ones I designed with him in mind. They’re white with pale pink ribbons woven through the lace. The panties have ruffles covering the ass. I turn, offering him a view of my rear. I shake it, and he laughs. As I sit back on the bed, he speaks his mind, a smile on his perfect face. “Your ass looks gorgeous in those.”
“I design every piece with you in mind.”
He drops his head back as if in disbelief. “Truly?”
I smile, looking down at my breasts, propped up on display for him. My pussy drips and my crotchless panties are practically begging to be ripped off with his big hands. “I call my line Unrequited Love for a reason… I spent so many hours dreaming of this moment, of you and me, of us, and so I had to create an outlet for my fantasy. Sewing the lingerie was how I got through my days, but my nights? Well, they were devoted to you as well.”
He steps toward me, his thick cock evident beneath his boxers. It’s long and thick, the way I remember from when we’d gone swimming in my father’s pool. He runs his fingers through my long hair, and I look up at him to see his eyes filled with want.
“Is this how you pictured it?” he asks me.
“It’s better.”
“Why is that, do you think?”
I smile. “Because in my daydreams, I couldn’t touch you… I could only touch myself.”
“You can touch me now, Princess.”
“I’ve never touched a--”
He takes my chin with the crook of his finger. “Princess, if this is too much, too fast, we can slow this down. I would be happy spending the night with you. It wouldn’t be easy,” he laughs, stroking his cock through the fabric. “But I want you to be comfortable, ready.”
“I may be a virgin, but I’m ready for this. Josh, when I say I love you, I mean it.”
He runs a hand over his jaw, then drops to his knees. “January, so do I. I more than love you. I want to spend my life devoted to you. I want to wake up and pleasure you every day, and I want to cradle you in my arm
s every night.”
I blink at his words; they are so reliable, so true — he isn’t beating around the bush.
“What will people think?” I ask. “Me dating my ex-stepbrother?”
“They will think I’m a lucky bastard.”
“And my father?”
“We will have to take our time,” Josh says. “Make sure that he understands that we are in love. He’ll come around.”
“You sure you want to commit to me before you’ve slept with me? What if I don’t meet your expectations?”
He shakes his head as if I’m a fool. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. You won’t disappoint me.”
I frown. “You mean you…”
“This may be January’s first,” he says, his hands on my waist. “But it’s my first time too.”
I gasp. “You’re a virgin?”
He smiles. “I am, but that’s about to change, love, isn’t it?”
Chapter Seven
Josh
She sits before me on the bed, looking so innocent, so absolutely delicious, my whole body desires to spread her legs and sink my hungry cock in her cunt. However, we are both new to this, and we’ve saved ourselves for this moment. And there is no need to rush through what we’ve waited for so long.
“I’m going to take my time with you, Princess,” I tell her.
Her cheeks turn pink, her long blond hair covering her tits. I push her locks away, and on my knees, I am at the perfect level to enjoy her big, round globes.
I reach behind her to unclasp her bra, and she whimpers, ever so slightly as I gently set it aside. “You are an excellent seamstress,” I tell her. She smiles, blushing more deeply. “And you’ll be an incredible business owner.”
“I like your version of talking dirty.”
I grin as I begin to massage her juicy tits slowly. Her nipples are hard, and the fact no man has ever squeezed them before turns me on so fucking much. “I’ve got more where that came from,” I tell her, dipping my mouth to her tit, swirling my tongue around her nipple — loving the weight of her breasts in my hands.
My cock is twitching, longing for a piece of this action, but there will be time for that — time for everything. We have our whole lives ahead of us.
I suckle her breasts, massaging them and kissing the tops of the globes. She drops her head and arches her back as if offering her breasts to me. I run my hands over her hot skin, loving the way she feels under my palms.
The moment is charged and electric. Both of us have waited for this for so long, and God, I feel like a fool. Thinking of how much she wanted me, all those nights, I wanted her. I lower my mouth to her belly, and I spread her knees, breathing in the sweet scent of her pussy. She's dripping, and as I spread her legs, I see her panties are crotchless. My cock aches at the vision before me, pink and juicy, and so damn ready to be licked. I lift my eyes, hers meet mine, and she smiles.
“I told you I made my lingerie with you in mind.”
I groan delighted. God, this woman is everything I've waited for so long. How many twenty-five-year-old virgins are there in the world? I have no idea, but I'd wait another twenty-five years if it meant, in the end, I had her, my princess, my January, my Goddamn heartbeat.
January's mine and she knows it. She runs her fingers through my hair, and my heart tightens. She is taking care of me differently than I planned to take care of her. She caresses me, making promises to me with her touch. Her fingers massage my scalp and I dip my mouth to her cunt as she lies back on the bed.
“Oh, Josh,” she moans, my name on her lips is the sweetest goddamn thing I've ever heard. I lick up and down her soft, pink pussy loving every moment of it. I know it's magic, and I also know it's better than Christmas, which we celebrated last week.
We are starting more than a new year. We are starting a new life. I run my tongue over her skin, loving the tightness I feel and the sweetness I taste. I ease down her panties, past her knees, setting them aside, and I lift her legs over my shoulders, dipping my mouth back where it belongs: on her perfect cunt.
I run my hands over her breasts as I suck her clit, twirling my tongue around that sweet little nub, knowing I am her first, her everything. It turns my cock into the hardest steel. I know she likes what I do because she whimpers and begs for more. I'll give it to her. I suck her good, and I suck her hard, but gently. I suck her the way I've been planning to do my entire life — ever since the day we met.
I run a finger over her, folds, dipping a finger in, and she moans as I do.
“Oh, my princess is tight. I don't want to hurt you,” I tell her.
“I know,” she says, “but I want you to make me come hard. I want to come so hard, Josh. I want you to finger me until I'm dripping.”
“Oh, baby,” I tell her, “you already are.” But I know I can do better. I add a second finger and move my hand faster, running my thumb over her clit as I finger fuck her the way she deserves, the way she's been waiting for all her life.
The mansion is empty except for the two of us, and the room is quiet except for her panting and my groans. I suck her, and I finger her, and I flick her sweet little cherry until it's practically popped. I laugh, loving this — the start of our forever. My smile is unbidden, and there's no way I can hold back. Not when I've just gotten everything I want.
She wraps her legs around my neck, moaning with pleasure as I finger her faster and faster until the only sound in the room is the slick juice of her cunt against my fingers. She's slippery and wet and so damn ready.
“My cock is aching for you,” I tell her.
“Show me,” she asks, “show me your big cock.”
Before I do, I need to make her gush. I add a third finger, and she shakes her head. “Oh, god, I can’t, I can——" She loses her train of thought as I push back her knees, exploring her cunt deeper with my fingers, fucking her so damn hard with my hand that she is shaking, her legs giving out, the only word on her mouth is my name.
“Josh. Josh. Oh, Josh!” She is squirting so hard; I slip my fingers from her cunt and run my tongue over her again, her release so sweet and innocent. She is giving me everything, her pussy aching to let go for the first time in her life.
“I need your cock, Josh. Please. I need you in me,” she moans as I pat her pussy, pet her for being such a good kitty cat.
Then I push down my boxers and stroke my rigid length. January leans up on her elbows, taking a good look at me, licking at her lips.
“You're so big,” she moans. “I don't know how you'll fit.”
“Oh, we'll make do, Princess.”
“Can I touch you?” she asks as she gets up on her hands and knees. January inches closer to the edge of the bed. Taking my cock in her hand, exploring it as if it's a previously unknown discovery, and I suppose it is. A woman has never touched my cock, nor has never fondled or stroked me.
She dips her head toward my cock and opens her mouth.
“You don't have to,” I start.
“Oh, Josh, I want to,” she says it with such conviction, I believe her, and I don't resist. As she opens her mouth and takes me in, moving her head up and down, with her lips suctioning tightly around my shaft, I can't help but groan. I know I'm going to come real fucking fast, but I don't care. I want my come in her mouth. I want it to slide down her sweet throat.
She bobs her head up and down, taking me, and I run my hands over her back, squeezing her ass. She seems so small right now, so innocent and pure in this pink canopied bed, in this pink room, a room designed with her in mind. I want to give her the world, but in so many ways, she already has it.
Still, I’ll do anything I can to be enough for her. The thought alone gets me hard as a rock, and she sucks me faster, and I know I'm going to come.
“Oh, Princess, I'm so damn close.” The moment the words are out of my mouth, ribbons of my come shoot inside her mouth. My cock is hot and thick; my balls are tight and needy. She seems to know. She runs her fingers over them, holding them in h
er hand, and she keeps sucking me off, swallowing my come. Her eyes lift, meeting mine, and fuck. That gets me hard all over again.
Those big blue eyes of hers slay me. January looks so sweet, but I know she's so much more than that. She is flirty and dirty and delightful. She has a good head on her shoulders and opinions about everything. My princess is going places, this girl of mine, and I'll go with her anywhere. It will be my honor to be along for the goddamn ride.
This sky is the goddamn limit, and fuck; being with her is like being on a magic carpet ride. As we enter a brave new world together, I finish, and she gets up, kissing me.
“Your cock tastes salty and rather sweet,” she says, licking her lips.
I chuckle. “That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me.” She laughs, and I pick her up in my arms. “I’m going to fuck you now, Princess.”
“Prove it,” she says, and I drag her to bed, pull back the sheets, and I place her head on a pillow. I roll on top of her, ready to please her and show her what I mean when I say I'll take care of her for the rest of my life.
I don't make promises I won't keep, and this one is a goddamn guarantee. “I love you, January,” I tell her again. Her hair spreads out around her face, her naked body under me, my hard cock between her legs.
“I love you too, Josh. Now, fuck me like a good ex-stepbrother.”
Chapter Eight
January
Josh looks down at me, and my whole heart pounds. I smile, feeling delirious.
“You look so happy,” he tells me.
“I am. I mean, yes, you just made me come like crazy. But Josh, it feels surreal having you here in my bed. Finally.”
“I’m so glad you made the resolution you did,” he tells me. “I’m glad it forced you into your dad's office today. I’m glad you gave your presentation. You truly pitched your heart out. And I’m glad I got to see that side of you, Princess.”
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