And yes, I’ve mapped out sexual positions we could try the same way I would map out plays to run against a team. What else was I supposed to do as I tried to get to sleep last night?
“Three, huh?” she asks, angling her head up to look at me. “Any special reason?”
I dip my chin and press a kiss to her temple. “Three’s a hat trick. They don’t happen all that often, but what the hell kind of hockey player are you if you don’t dream of one at the start of each game?”
Slowly, my hands make their way down her body. Her perfect breasts are waiting for my touch and I don’t deny them. Cupping one in each hand, I squeeze them gently, my thumb grazing eachnipple. Josie shivers in response, her mouth open, but no sound escapes.
“Good?” I ask.
“Uh-huh,” she answers, clenching her thighs together.
“Been wanting to do this for so long,” I say, telling her what she must already know.
“It was a really long week.”
It was a long three years, I think to myself. I searched for this connection in too many places, but I never found anything close to it. I block all that out now. I’m too busy replacing my hands with hers.
She gasps and I love that sound. I trail my hands down her soft, smooth stomach. “So fucking pretty,” I say as my fingers graze the soft patch of curls that covers her mound. Her legs spread a little wider as her back arches just a bit. She’s hungry for me and I should be patient, tease her until she’s losing her mind, but I can’t make either of us wait any longer. My fingers part her folds and holy god, she’s so wet for me. Two fingers trace and tease and touch and I can feel her thighs trembling.
“You feel so good, Jos. So damn good.”
“Don’t…stop. There. Right there.” Her commands are breathy and rushed, but I listen to every word as I watch her body respond to my touch. She’s wound so damn tight and she needs a release as much as I need to give it to her. The first one will take the edge off. The second will make her feel so good she’ll think she’s dreaming. The third will be a promise that this is just the beginning.
My thumb circles her clit as I slide two fingers inside and that’s all it takes. As she cries out my name, it’s clear I’m not the only one who’s wanted this for way too long. Her body grips my fingers as she rides the high and comes back down.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” she says, and I can tell without looking that her cheeks are pink.
I drag my fingers up over her hips, the curve of her waist, the slight swell of her breast before taking them in my mouth and licking them clean. Josie’s eyes are on me.
“Did they change the meaning of the word ‘embarrassing’ to ‘fucking hot’ and nobody told me? I mean, that kinda checks out, and I figure you’re into words. You’d know.”
I don’t wait for an answer, I just lift her off me so she’s lying on the bed for a hot second before I scoop her back up on top of me, this time facing and straddling me. Her ass rests on my chest, my hands hang at her waist, and my eyes roam over her body. When my phone buzzes from its spot on Josie’s nightstand, I make no move to answer it. I’ve got better things to do than talk to whoever's messaging.
Josie raises a brow.
“It can wait. I mean, what? Did Mickey actually burn the house down this time? Not like I can help. Besides, I’m not done.”
I scoot her forward then lift her so she’s hovering right over my mouth.
“This good?” I ask.
She answers by grabbing onto my hair at the crown and leaning forward just enough so that her hot, wet center lines up perfectly with my lips. I breathe in the scent of her and I swear to fuck, it gets me a little high. I press a kiss to her folds, taking my time and memorizing each moan and whimper. Josie’s known for being quiet and reserved. She likes to blend in and observe. She’s never one to start a conversation in a group and she only ever adds to it if you ask her something directly.
But in bed with me? That’s a whole other story. She’s noisy and vocal and I fucking love it. I’m re-learning what every sound means and teaching myself all the new ways her body finds pleasure. It’s a lesson I’m actually good at. Fuck, I’d attend this class five days a week and sign up for office hours.
She leans forward a little, reaching for the wall and I tilt my head back to see that she’s hanging on to some little sticky hooks that hold a string of twinkle lights in place. My hands find that sweet indent above her ass cheeks and right below her waist.
“Do you…oh, god…do you remember the first time we…ungh…did this?”
My only response is to dive deeper, thrusting my tongue into her then pulling back and flicking her clit with the tip over and over. I do remember that time. It was the first time anyone had kissed her there and the last time I did anything this intimate. Like I admitted to her a couple weeks ago, I fucked around for a good long while after Josie and I split, but this is one thing I never repeated with anyone else. It wasn’t intentional, exactly. It just felt so personal, and I couldn’t bring myself to share that with girls whose names I barely knew, girls who were with me so they could have a good time and get some bragging rights.
“It’s…I…” Josie’s words turn into gibberish as I hold her firmly in place and show her exactly how much I remember. I kiss Josie like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do and I’m hellbent on going out in a blaze of glory. My touches are tender, my attention is hers. Soon I feel her thighs tremble, and I know she’s close. We weren’t together all that long, but every sexual encounter we had has played on a loop in my mind ever since. I know Josie’s body as well as I know my own. For a second, she goes completely still before she shudders and cries out. Her orgasm goes on and on and I have to will myself to calm the hell down before I follow her lead.
She shimmies down my body and curls into it. Her eyes are wide and bright when she looks up at me and smiles. I want to take her lips again, but my phone won’t stop buzzing.
“Maybe you should answer?” Josie says, a hint of worry in her words.
She’s right, so I grab the phone and tap the button. An automated voice reads this string of incoming texts.
