Page 48 of This Broken Heart

The power goes straight to my head. My lips quirk into a grin, and I glance up at his face. He’s watching my every move, eyes hazy with desire. The look on his face sends sparks shooting right to my center. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I lower my mouth, taking his tip between my lips. A soft grunt spills out of him. He gathers up my hair in his hand, hips almost vibrating with tension.

He’s a mouthful. I swirl my tongue along his underside, earning an involuntary thrust from his hips.

I’ve never liked giving head, but Josh is opening new horizons for me. Touching him like this has me so hot I’m afraid I might spontaneously combust.

I want to experience all of him. I want to blow his mind.

My fist works up and down his shaft, making up for what I can’t accommodate in my mouth. My cheeks hollow out as I suck on him, tugging him out of my mouth with a quiet littlepop.

I kiss his length, caressing him with my tongue. When I take him back in my mouth, I brace both hands on his hips, encouraging him to thrust into my mouth.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” He murmurs, voice low and raspy. My fingertips dig into his glutes and he tightens his grip on my hair, pumping his shaft into my mouth.

I move my hand to his balls, his entire torso tenses. When I play with them, he groans. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.”

I pull back, running my hand up and down his length. “Don’t hold back. I want to see what you’ve got.”

His fist releases my hair and then both of his hands are wrapping around the back of my head. “Take it.”

I happily take him back in my mouth, hands working on his shaft, his balls.

“Fuck.” He grunts. “I’m close.”

I pull back a bit, cupping his tip with my tongue. I slide my fist up and down, listening to his haggard breath. Marveling at the effect I’m having on him.

His entire body tenses up and then he’s coming with a soft, surprised grunt. I close my lips around his shaft, taking everything he gives me. His hands weave through my hair, caressing my head while he gently pumps into my mouth.

When he’s finished, he helps me to my feet, kicking his jeans the rest of the way off. He lifts me onto the bed and crawls in behind me.

Manhandling me a little, he arranges my body alongside his. His fingers find the button on my jeans, my zipper. And then he’s tugging my jeans off, slipping them down my legs.

I’m a little nervous he’s going to want more. And even though my body is fully on board, my heart is still a little scared.

He seems content to just explore my stomach, my hips.

It makes me a little self-conscious. This man clearly works out. His body is hard. Mine is… soft.

His fingertips dimple my love handles and he buries his face in my hair. “God, you feel so good.”

He sounds so genuine, I can almost believe him.

Something eases in me a little.

I relax back against him, wishing I could bottle this feeling.

32.

Josh

I didn’t realize how tense I’d been until all the stress left my body.

I feel like I’ve got a new lease on life.

Contentment suffuses my body in a warm glow. She feels like a million bucks pressed up against me. Everything about this body is luxurious. I want to squeeze her harder, fill my hands with her soft curves, but I’m afraid I might hurt her. I have to content myself with light touches.

I nuzzle my face into her neck, filling my nose with the sweet scent of her shampoo. She shivers when my nose grazes the sensitive spot behind her ear. Ticklish, then. I nip at the spot, and she squirms against me with a muffled giggle.

So fucking cute.