His eyes drop down as his hands slide up and down my shins as he thinks. “He couldn’t have loved her,” he murmurs almost to himself.
I don’t know what to say so I stay silent and he brings my feet around onto his stomach and rubs them onto his semi-hard cock. God, he feels good, even with my feet.
“Tell me about your tattoo.” I smile into his temple.
He drops his head back to my shoulder and looks at me. “Which story do you want? The one I tell everybody or the truth?”
I smile. “Let’s start with the one you tell everyone.”
He smiles and turns and kisses my arm. “So I met this smoking hot girl this night, had the most unfucking-believable sex and we had such a bender that we ended up in a tattoo parlour at 6 am and I woke up with this-her name was obviously Natasha. I don’t remember ever getting it.”
I smile faintly. How many women has he told that story to?
He kisses my breast.
“Tell me the other one,” I murmur.
He rolls over so he is lying with his chest rubbing on my pubic bone. “So I met this smoking hot girl who I had known forever… but not really at all.” Our eyes are locked. “And I couldn’t stay away from her no matter how hard I tried.”
A trace of a smile brushes my lips. “Go on,” I whisper.
“And then one night I kissed her and for the first time in my life I didn’t want to fuck.”
I frown. “You didn’t?”
He shakes his head and then takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks it seductively. “I wanted to lie next to her, for her to hold me, to want me. I wanted to protect her and then the feelings got out of control and grew so strong that the need to be inside her turned me inside out. So much so that I was totally consumed with need for this woman.” He stops and smiles to himself. “And when she let me make love to her for the first time…” He pauses and looks into space. “It was the first time I had ever made love too. Up until then I had only had sex. I didn’t even know what making love was. It was the best and worst day of my life. I realised I was desperately in love and then I knew I couldn’t have her.”
I lean up and gently swipe my tongue through his wet lips.
“And the tattoo?” I whisper into his kiss.
“I wanted a mark on the outside of my body to match the mark I had for her on the inside of my body.”
I smile softly at him. Dear god, I love this man.
“I had been to the tattoo parlour three times to discuss what he was going to do and then on her 21st birthday at 9 am I was waiting at the door when it opened. If I couldn’t have her, I was not going to let myself ever forget her and what she had taught me. It took six hours to do.”
My eyes gaze into his. How did I ever get so lucky as to have this man love me?
He kisses me with such intensity and emotion that he rolls us slowly so that I am on top of his large body. His hand grabs the back of my head hard as he holds me to him and kisses me aggressively, passionately. Instinctively my body starts to rub itself back and forth over his large erection that is lying thick up against his stomach. His tongue takes possession of my mouth as he holds me almost brutally to his kiss. He grabs my thighs, spreads me over him and his hands start to slide up and down my wet body.
His eyes meet mine. “Fuck me,” he whispers as he cracks his neck. It seems our little game of truth or dare is over.
I can hardly breathe from want of this man and he aggressively grabs my hipbones and drags my flesh over his. “I need to be inside you, my precious girl.”
My eyes close and my head throws back.
“Now!” he snaps. Bloody hell, he was half asleep three minutes ago.
Goosebumps scatter over my body. That was Mr Stanton’s voice and I know I’m going to be blessed with his aggression. He lifts me and holds the bottom of his shaft up and grabs my hip and impales me to the hilt. My head throws forward with the sharp sting of his possession. “Joshua,” I whisper as the air is forced from my lungs.
“Squat!” he snaps as he pants, trying to control himself. I slowly bring my legs up and his head drops back to the side of the bath as his mouth hangs slack and his dark eyes watch me struggle to take him.
He lifts me slowly and slides back in and my eyes close. “You like that?” he whispers.
My body shudders and I nod.
“Answer me!” he snaps.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“I’m in the mood for some pain, baby.” His eyes drop to where our bodies meet. “You with me-can I have it?” he asks.
He lifts me again and my insides start to liquefy as he brings me back down firmly and circles my hips with him deep inside of me, my head thrown back.
“Can I have it Natasha?” he growls.
“Yes, ” I pant. “Take it,” I breathe.
He smiles darkly and lifts me and slams me back down and I cry out. Up and down he slams me so aggressively that I don’t think I can take it and my legs are as far open as they can go. He sits up and his open mouth is on my neck and his rock-hard cock is pistolling at such a fast pace in and out of my body I can do nothing but hang on. He stops and rearranges my legs so that they are up on the side of the bath and then he grabs my shoulders from behind as leverage and starts to really fuck me… oh dear god… he’s so damn good at this. The water is sloshing all over the bathroom and I start to scream. He’s going to rip me in half. He brings his palm down to my stomach and his thumb down to my clitoris and starts to circle it in precise timing with his deep pounding. My eyes roll back in my head and I start to shudder. My body contracts hard around him and I cry out.
“You. Are. Such. A. Hot. Fuck,” he growls as his own orgasm rips through him so ferociously that he is thrown forward. We stay still, panting, and I smile into his perspiration-clad chest.
“Seriously,” he whispers into my neck. “Having sex with you is…” He shakes his head as he tries to catch his breath and articulate what he is saying. “You blow my fucking mind, Natasha. I can feel every single muscle inside you.” He pants.
I try to talk through my breathlessness. “Baby, with a muscle as big as yours, you could feel it in the next room.” I smile.
He bites my neck hard and I wince to escape him. “Now I need a shower to wash from my bath.,” he murmurs.
I smile into his kiss. “I like being dirty with you, Mr Stanton.”
I wake to a bang and I frown. The bathroom light is still on and Joshua and I are on top of the blankets on the bed. What time is it? I unwrap myself from Joshua’s grasp and walk to my handbag and get out my phone: 1. 50 am. God, we fell asleep. I hear it again, a distant bang. What is that? I wrestle through my bag and retrieve my pyjamas and gown and quickly dress. It’s frigging freezing. The fire is just dying down to embers. I turn on the lamp so I can see and quickly put some wood onto it. It crackles loudly in a thank you. My eyes flick to Joshua who is on his back and out cold. One hand is behind his head and the other is on the family jewels, his deep sleeping position. He needs a good night’s sleep-I know he hasn’t had one in over a week.