The growl that left him made his chest vibrate. “My God.”
I pushed his legs farther apart and knelt between them, gripping him with my hand and licking up the underside of his hard length. It was intoxicating, the feel of him in my hand, the sound of his gasps and groans.
“Celine,” he said, his breathing ragged. “Please. You’ve got to stop.”
Glaring up at him, I slowly enveloped him just to torture him. Then I released him with a pop.
Shaking with need, I stood and stripped off my bra and panties.
“I, um,” I said, suddenly self-conscious on display in front of him. “I need to be on top.”
Josh was warm and gentle. But I needed to be in control. I wasn’t sure I could handle the weight of him on top of me. Not when I was just figuring all of this out.
“Anything you want,” he said, his lids heavy. “Anything.”
I snatched the condom off the couch, tore the wrapper open, and slid the latex over his length, a thrill coursing through me when his thighs shook.
Straddling his thick thighs, I hovered over him, nearly preening as he hungrily devoured my body with his eyes.
“I could stare at you naked for the rest of my life,” he said quietly.
While I questioned the sentiment—I wasn’t sure my boobs and stretch marks were that special—it was hard not to feel invincible in this moment.
With my hands on his shoulders, I eased onto his shaft. Slowly and deliberately, I lowered myself, letting my eyes close and my head fall back as my body stretched to accommodate his size. It was delicious, these sensations. And between his hands and lips and the heat of his body, I was dizzy with lust.
Slowly, I moved, rocking and shifting until I found a rhythm that sent arcs of electricity through me.
He pinched my nipples and kissed my breasts, looking so rugged and strong in the firelight, yet contained.
He was holding back. For me.
He was letting me take the lead.
“You okay with this?” he asked, his arms stretched out on the back of the couch.
“Yes,” I cried out, riding him harder, clenching around him.
“That’s it,” he said. “You’re so tight. God, you’re squeezing the life out of me, but I love it.”
I tossed my head back, leaning into the familiar tightening in my core. I angled forward until my breasts were in his face and ground against him, hitting all those spots that made my eyes cross.
“Fuck. Celine,” he gritted out. “I don’t know if I can hold on.”
I kissed him hard, chasing the tension still building inside me. Being with him felt so good, so right, and so perfect. Everything about this moment was perfect.
In his arms, I was safe.
And so I let go.
Wild and moaning and messy and sexy, I came. Hard. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, making me gasp and shudder.
Josh was right there with me. Holding me down to earth with those strong hands on my hips, surging up into me as his own release overcame him.
This gentle, kind man was unraveling me, piece by piece, and there was nothing I could do but give into it. Let myself have it.
Josh made me feel like more.
More than a mom.