Page 110 of Escape

I had to hold on.

I had no choice.

Huck was undeniably talented with his mouth. I should have known he would be incredible.

He went at me with wild abandon, eating like he was starved, and built me up with such ease.

His lips kissed, his mouth sucked, and his tongue swirled. I tried to contain myself, to relax deeper into the mattress and not put in the effort to seek out an orgasm, but it didn’t matter.

Huck was just that good. I didn’t have to do any work at all, and the way he ate forced my heels into his back.

And Huck knew he was talented. He knew he was good at what he was doing. It was obvious, considering I never stopped moaning and squirming. When he got me close, he’d pull back or change things up until it left me. Then he’d do it all over again until I was a writhing mess of pent-up sexual frustration.

It was on the fourth time he’d done that—or maybe it was the fifth—when he pulled back, rolled on a condom, and drove inside.

We’d been playing for so long beforehand, things got out of control. The relaxing I’d been attempting to do while Huck had his mouth between my legs was gone. Now, it was frenzied actions on both sides, seeking to get ourselves to that point of no return.

We both wanted to deliver and to take.

Huck drove in hard. I rolled my hips to meet and match each thrust.

And before I knew it, my hands were wrapped around his biceps, with my eyes focused on his and my lips slightly parted. I saw the look on his face and knew he was right there with me.

“Come with me, Josie,” he demanded.

I really had no choice.

Then again, this was the only time in my life where I enjoyed following orders. When I was with Huck, and he was doing everything to make me feel good.

So, I let go and came with him, the pleasure splintering all through my body to the tips of my fingers and toes.

When we made it to the other side with Huck’s body was heavy over mine, I said, “This really is the very best way to wake up.”

His body shook with his laughter, the sound sending another wave of pleasure through me in a completely different way. It was warm and comforting. I never imagined I’d ever feel this happy, but Huck managed to give this to me.

He pressed a kiss to my cheek before he said, “I have to agree. Any time I’m with you, it’s always good. But when you have your mouth on me, I’m eating you, or my dick is buried inside your pussy, there’s very little that could ever top that.”

“Do you ever worry that it’ll change?”

“What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “Do you think it’s possible things could ever get mundane between us, or that we might just decide that it’s not working for some reason? I don’t know. I don’t want to be a pessimist, but sometimes, I still find it difficult to believe things will always be this wonderful between us.”

Huck’s hands framed my face—something I noticed he did whenever he wanted me to know he was going to be gentle with whatever he was going to say to me. “The last thing I’d ever want to do is think about things ending between us. I love you, Josie. That’s what I’m focused on. I don’t see this getting boring, because I love everything about each second that I get to spend with you. Right now, I can’t see this ever ending, because I feel like I’ve finally got the woman I was meant to have in my life all along. I’m not going to let go of that so easily, and I hope you feel the same.”

He always knew just what to say to make me feel reassured about anything causing me concern.

So, I smiled at him and said, “I feel exactly the same.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Let’s get cleaned up and go have some breakfast.”

With all that we’d done with each other—the morning sex, breakfast, and getting ready—the entire morning flew by. Though we’d done a lot together, it seemed our time to spend with one another before we had to go to work just wasn’t enough and had passed in a flash.

Before I knew it, Huck and I were heading out the door to get into his truck, so he could take me to work.

“What’s all that?” Huck asked as I approached the door, where he was waiting.

I held up both hands and reminded him, “It’s the baby shower tonight after work. This is the gift for Jessica.”