Once again, I had to scramble for control and managed to lift my head. “We’re not doing this in the kitchen.”
“What’s wrong with the kitchen? I’ve never done it in the kitchen. I think we should,” she said, her eyes teasing but her tone completely serious.
“Not the first time,” I rasped.
When Josie giggled, I realized this comfort and familiarity could be a good thing. I took another step back, my hand sliding out of her hair to catch hers as I walked into the living room area and led her up the stairs into the small sitting area.
“Where are we going?” she whispered.
I sat down on the couch, giving her hand a light tug. “Here.”
Josie didn’t miss a beat, eagerly straddling me as she giggled again before rocking her hips playfully over mine.
“Easy now,” I murmured, clenching my teeth.
She stilled, her gaze sobering. “Are we really doing this?”
“I hope so.”
The moment suddenly felt serious and weighted with more than just desire.
She blinked before leaning forward, cupping my cheek for a moment before her hand slid down to the side of my neck and her thumb traced along the stubbled edge of my jawline.
“I hope so too,” she said against my lips.
I told myself to take it slow and make this perfect. But, holy hell, that was impossible. Josie was delectable, sultry, and teasing in a way that revved my body.
I’d had good sex before, but not like this. There were a few fumbles, like when Josie shifted back to undo the buttons on my fly and almost kneed me in the balls. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth when I jerked back abruptly. “I’m so sorry!”
“Could’ve been worse.” I chuckled.
She stared at me, shimmying back farther to where she was balanced just over my knees. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”
Along the way, I’d unbuttoned her shirt, and her bra hung open. Her nipples were rosy pink and puckered, her breasts more than a handful. I cupped one, teasing my thumb over her nipple.
Her breath hissed sharply. “Tate…”
“It’s my turn to make you crazy.” I lightly pinched her nipple before leaning forward to suck the other nipple in, grazing it with my teeth.
She let out a gasp and a whimper before I leaned back against the sofa, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes. She unbuttoned my jeans and shoved them down around my hips,freeing my cock. She lifted her eyes to mine when she knelt in front of me. “Are you ready?”
A drop of cum rolled out the tip. “You tell me,” I gasped.
Josie’s lips curled in a sultry smile, and I thought my heart might crack my ribs. I was lightheaded from the intensity of need rushing through me.
“I think you are,” she said before leaning forward.
The seconds stretched as she slowly placed an open kiss over my crown. I could feel the vibration of her hum before she took me fully into her mouth.
It felt as if I were tumbling, my control lost in the force of the fall as she proceeded to tease me to distraction. She sucked me deeply, curling her hand around my shaft and stroking up and down. At one point, she released me with a little pop before dragging her tongue in a slow stroke from the base to the tip. My release threatened, striking like lightning inside until she sucked me in once more. I distantly heard my guttural cry as one hand fisted in her hair and the other gripped the couch. The force of my release was intense, and the sheer relief from it was beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
My brain was pure static, barely anything more than electrical impulses flickering. I felt her move and dragged my eyes open to see her standing. She shimmied out of her jeans and tossed her shirt to the floor behind her. She stood before me in nothing but a pair of polka-dotted socks and panties to match.
I must’ve grinned. It felt like my entire body lit up, a sense of raw happiness with her and how this all felt rolled through me.
“What?” she asked, her voice teasing.
“Your socks match your underwear,” I managed to say, my voice almost hoarse.
She gave me a saucy grin. “Sometimes I match.”
I was too tired to laugh, but I managed to smile. It was beyond endearing. “I love that,” I finally said.
She waggled her brows. “It all started when I won my first downhill race. It was a joke on the team that we always had to have matching socks and underwear. I still have plenty of matching sets.”
“Come ’ere.” I gestured for her to come closer.