Next to us, Isabelle sighs. Even Mrs. Harlow is stunned into silence.
Glancing over at Josie, I’m surprised to find her eyes bright with unshed tears.
“Zack.” Her voice breaks a little.
Then she leans over and kisses me right there at the table.
†
The entire drive home I can feel Josie watching me. After kissing me in front of everyone, she promptly dragged me out of the ballroom. It was a good thing that we’d left our coats in the car because I don’t think she would have even cared if we needed to stop at coat check.
I can feel her vibrating with anticipation from across the car.
As soon as I pull into her drive and put the car in park, she’s over the seat. Her hands sink into my hair and her tongue is in my mouth while I struggle not to bang my knee on the steering wheel. She finally gets over the center console and settles in my lap, straddling me. She arches and then my lips are on her throat.
“Zack, I want you.” Her voice is throaty in the way I’ve come to recognize as her fuck me now voice.
“Josie. The house. Now.” I’m so turned on I can barely form complete sentences. But somehow I get the door open and we almost fall out onto the pavement.
She’s all over me as we walk-stumble up the drive. It takes her a few minutes to get out her keys and get the door open. Then I pick her up and carry her up the stairs. She turns her back to me and I carefully pull down the zipper on the back of her gown, kissing the creamy skin revealed. It falls in a heap around her ankles and she steps out of it. My heart stops for a moment at my first sight of Josie in a black strapless bra, black thong and those sky-high fuck me heels.
“You are everything.”
I’m not sure if she really understands what I mean when I say that but she launches herself at me, tearing at my shirt. She makes a sound of frustration when she can’t get it off. I laugh at her little growl and pull off my jacket and then undo the buttons of the shirt.
“These damn buttons are keeping me from the good stuff,” she mutters before her lips land on my bare chest.
The sound I make shocks even me. But last time I was focused completely on Josie. This is the first time I’ve felt her lips on my bare skin like this and the sensation is sublime.
She tugs at my waistband and I quickly get out of my pants and boxers. Her mouth falls open when my erection pops free, almost hitting her in the face. Her hand grips me at the base, much more firmly than I would have expected.
“Shit. Stroke me, just like that,” I whisper harshly. My control is stretched thin by her uncharacteristic boldness.
Her touch is hesitant at first but she quickly catches a rhythm. She puts one hand in the middle of my chest and forces me to walk backwards. The back of my thighs hit the bed and Josie drops to her knees. I’m thinking that she’ll be nervous or need direction but before I can even think, her lips are wrapped around me.
My head falls back and I let out a deep moan as I watch the head of my cock disappear into her mouth and then reappear shiny and wet. The visual is almost as powerful as the physical sensations.
She doesn’t try to take it deep but just licks delicately like it’s a treat she’s tasting. My hands grip the comforter to keep from tangling in her hair and forcing her head down. Her untutored but enthusiastic tongue has me hovering on the edge of insanity already.
My dick pops out of her mouth and she glances up at me, her eyes wide with curiosity and desire. “Is this the right way?”
“Anything you want to do is right, sweetheart. Just take as much as you can.”
She seems to take that as a challenge, sweeping her hair over her shoulder before she takes it all the way to the back of her throat. The look on her face, the sounds that she’s making, the way she holds me all tell me that she’s into it. Her arousal feeds mine until we’re moving together in perfect harmony, my hips lifting as she comes down.
I can’t take any more.
When I pull back, she makes a soft sound of disgruntlement but then she’s giggling when I scoop her up in my arms. I place her in the middle of the bed, coming down on top of her. We both sigh at the pleasurable sensation of skin sliding over skin. Her arms curl around my neck and I revel in being wrapped up in her embrace.
I’ve always been a solitary person, needing nothing and no one to survive. It always seemed easier that way. There’s no disappointment if you never expect anything.
It’s a scary thing to find myself at home in her arms when I never thought I needed that.
She reaches over to her nightstand and pulls out a box of condoms.
“I got these today on the way home.”
It introduces a moment of levity as I imagine her going into the store, blushing while she bought these.