I refrained from laughing because I knew it would only frustrate him. Sometimes it was better to stay silent.
He rushed back and dived face-first between my legs. I jolted when he grabbed my ass cheeks, spread them apart, and flipped me over so I was straddling his face.
“Holy shit!” I fell forward and braced myself on my arms while he ravaged me.
“Fuck my face,” he grumbled.
“Like how?” I’d never been in this position.
He moved my hips, so my pussy brushed against his face.
“Oh, okay.” I rocked back and forth. “Oh wow. Yes, this is fantastic.” It felt so good I picked up speed to create more friction.
“Take, take, take it!”
“Okay.” I went crazy on his face. Another orgasm roared toward me.
“Pinch your nipples.”
I did as he said, and that zing took me over. “Joseph!” I screamed his name. “Oh, yes! Yes!” I seized atop his face and tried not to fall over.
He held my thighs until I rolled off him in a puddle of deliciousness.
I couldn’t even talk as I panted, trying to catch my breath. Sleep would be good… for the next ten hours.
“Bonita, you have the best fucking orgasms I’ve ever seen.”
I turned my head to face him. “Do not tell me about other women you’ve been with. You were my first. I don’t want to know I’m number fifteen.”
He was expressionless.
“Less or more?”
“We’re not talking about this.”
“Are you kidding? I was only joking when I said fifteen, but you’ve been with more than that?” I curled into a ball, feeling lackluster.
“Baby, you mean more to me than anyone else.” He spooned me and kissed my shoulder.
“I’ll get better at sex.” I wasn’t usually insecure, but knowing Joseph had been with many women wigged me out.
“Brynne, you’re amazing. Remember, I’m a voyeur. I can count on one hand how many women I’ve had intercourse with.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” His word choice gave me pause.
“What would you lie about?” I peered over my shoulder to see his expression.
“What?”
A ringing made us turn toward my duffle bag.
I flew off the bed. “It’s gotta be Alfred.” I opened the bag and pulled out the flip phone.
“Here, put it on speaker.” He grabbed the device away from me, messed with it, and held it out.
“Hello? Alfred, are you there? How’s my dad?”