Page 106 of Escape

She closed her eyes briefly and nodded. “Yeah, I think I am.”

My fingers moved through her hair to the ends of her strands, ultimately landing on her back. “Good.”

“I love you, Huck. I love you more than I ever thought was possible to love another person,” she said.

With a smile forming on my face, my hand drifted toward her hip and gave her a squeeze. “I love you, too.”

She closed her eyes, dropped her head forward, and kissed the skin on my chest. In between the soft touches from her lips, she asked, “Would you be okay with me climbing on top of you this morning?”

My dick twitched at the thought of being inside her again. “Do you think I’d decline to have that happen?”

Josie lifted her gaze to mine, smiled, and swung her leg over me, her knees positioned on either side of my hips. She pressed her palms into my chest as her eyes searched my face. I held her stare for as long as I could, but the truth was that I had to look away.

Josie was beautiful; her body was breathtaking. And if she thought it was possible for her to be on top of me, wearing absolutely nothing, without me needing to appreciate every part of her, she’d be wrong.

I’d known her since high school, had her living with me for weeks now, and seeing her in nothing last night was like seeing her for the first time. Looking at her now felt very much the same, and I wondered if it was something I’d ever get used to.

Instinctively, my hands went to her thighs and began trailing up toward her hips. Being able to touch her like this, to run my fingertips along her soft skin and beautiful curves, felt like a gift I didn’t deserve.

When she shifted her body back slightly, I lost purchase on those gorgeous hips. But Josie’s hands drifted down my torso. My dick had already stiffened, but that soft touch and the direction of her movements had me growing harder.

She curled her fingers around me and stroked. A groan escaped. I could have stayed there, been selfish, and just enjoyed what she was doing. But I couldn’t.

I liked being able to touch her, and I’d use any excuse to be able to do it, especially at a time like this. So, as she stroked, I propped myself up on one elbow and reached out with my other hand to squeeze her tit. As my thumb swiped over her nipple, Josie’s thighs pressed tighter to my sides.

“You like that?” I asked her.

She nodded. “I do. I love it. I’d wondered for a while what it would feel like to have your hands on me. And I’ve learned it’s far better than I ever imagined it could be.”

That made two of us.

My hand drifted to her other breast, where I teased her nipple with my fingers. All the while, Josie hadn’t stopped stroking me.

“I want you inside me, Huck.”

Never wanting to deny her, I eased myself back, reached out to the nightstand, and grabbed a condom. Once I tore the packet open, Josie took the condom and asked, “Is it okay if I put it on for you?”

My lips twitched. If she thought I was going to turn down any opportunity to have her hands on my cock, she was crazy. “My girl gets whatever she wants, Josie. You can do whatever you like to me.”

Something changed in her expression. Lust and determination mixed with appreciation and love. Hopefully, she was beginning to understand precisely what I meant when I said that being mine was going to be different for her than anything she’d ever experienced before now.

It quickly became clear just how eager Josie was for this, because she didn’t waste any time getting the condom rolled over my length. Then she positioned herself over me, lifted her gaze to mine, and didn’t look away as she slid down over me.

Being inside her, feeling the warm, tight pressure of her pussy wrapped around me, I was in heaven.

There was nothing—no place, no person, no object—better than this woman.

I could have spent hours, days, weeks, like this with her and never tire of it, never feel a need or desire to be anywhere else, to do anything else.

And as she began to move, I found myself fighting the battle between focusing on the physical aspects of what was happening between us and the emotional connection.

Because the sex was phenomenal. She was amazing.

The way she moaned, the feel of her hands on my body, the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips, and the utterly gorgeous shape of her body were plenty for me to be lost in.

But I couldn’t ignore the way having all of that felt.

Until she came back into my life, I hadn’t realized just how much I’d been missing out on.