Page 95 of Always Been You
The minute the doors close on the elevator, Josh’s lips are on mine and his hands are fisting my hair. I moan into his mouth as he devours me. Even after all this time, I can still feel how much he desires me. I was worried after having Catherine, that it would be another reason for him to hate my body, but all he did was show me why he loved it. He kissed every new stretch mark and thanked them for helping grow our beautiful daughter. The first time he did it, I cried, and he continued to kiss each of them before he held me in his arms. Every time I feel insecure about my body, Josh is right there telling me he loves it.
When the elevator doors open, Josh manoeuvres us toward our room, quickly sliding the key over the reader and opening the door. Before it’s even closed, his hand reaches for the zipper behind my back, pulling it down and pushing the straps of my dress off my shoulders until the dress is in a pile at my ankles. As soon as it’s off, he has me pushed up against the door. His lips trail across my jaw and down my neck as he nips and licks along my skin.
When I moan, he presses his erection into my soft stomach, and I start to fumble with his belt. Once it’s undone, I undo the button and zipper and reach my hand inside, wrapping it around his hard length. He jerks in my fist as I work up his cock, relishing in how he reacts to my touch. He pulls back and makes quick work of his shirt buttons, removing it and dropping it on the floor with my dress.
He drops to his knees in front of me and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder; he leans forward and licks me throughthe drenched fabric of my panties, applying just the right amount of pleasure that I bite my lip and let out a quiet moan.
He pulls his head back and looks up at me. “No hiding your moans from me tonight, Olivia. You don’t have to be quiet. I want to hear every one of your sounds tonight.”
He leans forward and roughly presses his tongue against my clit, and my back arches as a loud moan rips its way out of my chest. I grip his hair in my hand and hold him in place, begging for more. He reaches up and pulls my panties to the side and slides his tongue against my exposed clit while pumping a finger inside of me.
He continues to work me as I moan and call his name. It’s not long before I can feel the telltale signs of an orgasm and I know he feels it, too. He adds another finger and presses his tongue against my clit, and I detonate. My back arches, my legs shake, and my grip on his hair tightens. If it wasn’t for him holding me up, I would have collapsed on the ground.
When my orgasm subsides, Josh stands to his full height and kisses me. I can taste myself on him, but I don’t mind. He brings me to the bed and strips off my panties and heels before following with his pants and boxer briefs. He climbs the bed between my legs and kisses me again, taking his time.
He positions himself at my entrance and slowly fills me with every inch of him. His kiss absorbs my moan as I feel the delectable stretch of him filling me. He starts slowly, lifting my leg over his hip, and slowly builds up the pace until I’m panting and writhing beneath him, begging to come. His hand sneaks between us, his thumb finding my clit, a couple of swipes, and I’m soaring. Stars flash in the blackness of my vision as I clench around him. His orgasm follows right behind me.
He pulls out and lies beside me, panting and holding my hand. I can feel his release as it leaks out of me. I turn my face to look at him. When he looks at me, I say, “You forgot a condom.”
He smiles at me and adjusts himself so that he can tuck a piece of stray hair behind my ear.
“You ready for more kids?” he asks me softly.
“If it happens, yes, but honestly, I wouldn’t mind another six months with Cat before we get pregnant again.”
“Okay, I’ll try to remember to use condoms,” he says, leaning in and kissing me, “but, so you know; I’m ready for more when you are.” He kisses me again before getting off the bed and dragging me with him into the bathroom and starting a bath for us. Two more rounds and four more orgasms later, we make our way home to our baby girl. Nine months later, our son, Oliver Liam Lincoln, joins our family.
