I look at the bed and nod nervously-why am I so damn nervous?
“It’s ok, baby, I won’t hurt you,” he whispers as he senses my fear.
I slowly take a seat on the bed and he turns and switches off the light and crawls over the bed and lies down. His hand strokes over my hair and he smiles at me. “Why are you nervous?” he asks quietly.
I shrug, embarrassed. “I don’t know,” I whisper.
He pulls me down to lie next to him. “I’ll make sure you’r ready, presh, I won’t hurt you. You know that.” He gently licks my neck, my eyes close, and his chest hair gently dusts across my skin.
I nod as the stupid tears fill my eyes. “I’m not scared of you hurting me physically Josh,” I whisper.
He pulls back and looks at me affectionately and his eyes twinkle. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
I smile through my tears and his eyes hold mine. “You’re not the only one here who is frightened, Tash.”
He bends and kisses me gently and I stupidly sob. Why the hell am I crying? What’s the matter with me? Stop it.
His lips gently take mine as I melt into his touch, my legs fall to the mattress in silent invitation and his hands roam up and down my body gently. I know he is desperately
trying to curb his arousal. His hands find that spot between my legs again and he groans into my neck as he feels how wet I am.
“You feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers. “I need this so badly.” My eyes close in pleasure.
His fingers part me as his open mouth moves from my neck to my jaw to my mouth. I can’t even kiss him back as my arousal start to heavily thump. I lie with my mouth open, panting … waiting. His open mouth moves down my body and I shake my head.
“No, baby. I want you up here with me.” I try to stop him moving down as I grab a hold of him. I need him to kiss me through this.
“Tash, you need to orgasm first a couple of times or I won’t be able to get in. It has to be this way, presh,” he whispers.
I kiss him again and he moves lower between the sheets and into the darkness under the blankets. I smile at the ceiling with my hands on the back of his head. In a normal sex romp with Joshua Stanton there are no blankets because he flips me around so much that they don’t stay on the bed. There is definitely no silence as I am usually screaming in ecstasy and the bed is hitting the wall with such force it could be used for demolition, and there is no darkness, it is usually blazing light because he wants to look at my body as he takes me. I lie still as I feel his silent gaze on me and feel his breath on my inner thighs. His fingers slowly part me and I feel him gently blow on my open weeping flesh. God, I need this. With his open hands holding my legs apart at my upper thigh I start to quiver with need. His tongue goes to work and gradually I feel my body start to meet him as his hands pull me onto his face. He’s in me completely, tongue, stubble and face, and he’s loving it. Oh … oh … dear god, I shudder as my body lurches off the bed in orgasm.
“Sshh,” he whispers as he grabs my hand affectionately. There it is, the gentle gesture that is my breaking point.
He immediately pushes two fingers into me and I bring my knees up and, my feet flat to the mattress, I try to calm myself and lie back as I try to control my breathing. His tongue unleashes on my clitoris this time and he works me with his two fingers, in and out … in and out … in and out, oh shit. Then he adds another finger and I flinch at the tight pinching sensation. He stops.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks into me.
“No, it’s ok. It’s a good burn,” I whisper as I rub my hand over the back of his head in a reassuring gesture.
He keeps working me and the bed starts to move and he stops. “Sshh, stop breathing so heavy.” He whispers.
“I don’t believe you are telling me to be quiet, you are usually making me scream,” I whisper.
“Sshh,” he says again.
“Stop sshhing me,” I whisper as I smile at the ceiling.
Then he lets me have it, three fingers and the best oral sex you have ever felt. He works me so hard that I am moving up and down in my bed. Without realising it, my feet have lifted and I lie with my legs in the air. My hands are firmly on the back of his head, he groans into me and I gently convulse into another orgasm, then, before I realise what has happened, he has lifted my legs and pushed into me in one movement. God … he’s big. He breathes heavily into my shoulder as he stays still and deep to let me acclimatise to the hard intrusion. Holy … mother of god this man is divine. He kisses me and I run my hands over his broad muscular shoulders. How have I lived without this?
He starts to pant as he tries to control himself. He kisses me again, more urgent and I know he has to move.
“I’m ok,” I whisper. “It’s ok baby.”
He nods and slowly pulls out. Ohh, it burns. I close my eyes as I try to deal with the full sensation. He stays still again.
“Are you ok?” he asks in a nearly unrecognisable husky voice.
I nod. “I’m good, go.” I bring my hips up to meet his and put my hands on his behind.
He groans into my ear as he takes the lobe between his teeth. The dull pain of his bite combined with his breath on my neck and the burning hot fire between my legs has me starting to really move underneath him. I need more, I need it harder.
“Sshh, gentle baby,” he whispers as he tries to calm me. “We have to be quiet.”
“I can’t be quiet. Fuck me,” I whisper.
He smiles into my neck. “There’s my beautiful slut, I’ve missed her.” He kisses me again and starts to move. “Baby, I won’t last, it’s been too long,” he whispers, but I am way past worrying about his orgasm because mine is here already. I cry out and lurch forward as the orgasm rips through me. He quickly puts his hand over my mouth and I giggle into it. He closes his eyes and with one, two, three strong pumps his orgasm gently takes him over. Never have you seen anything so beautiful as Joshua Stanton in orgasm. His eyes close and he shudders, his mouth opens slightly as he gasps for air.
We lie together panting. I can feel his heart beating in his chest heavily along with mine. We start to kiss passionately and the depth of feeling I have for this man once again moves me to tears.
He wipes my tear away with his thumb as he kisses me gently.
He rolls onto his back and drapes my body over his as he holds my hand. Our heartbeats are still going at a hectic pace. We both lie staring at the ceiling as we try and catch our breath.
“Tash,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Am I seeing this right? Do the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling spell Joshua?”