Page 102 of Prime Time Romance

We kiss for a few moments, Josh’s chest pressing against my breasts, his erection hard on my stomach. His mouth pecks chastely along my jaw. Then, without warning, his tongue plunges into my mouth, his hand finds my nipple, and his thumb resumes those slow, tantalizing circles that I’ve decided are my new favorite thing.

“This okay?” he asks, breaking our kiss.

It’s a thousand million times better than okay, but all I can manage is a quick, breathy mmmm hmmm. But it’s enough for Josh to replace his hand with his mouth, which frees up his thumb to travel down…

Down…

Down my body to the spot in between my legs that has been patiently waiting. His finger finds the pool of moisture that’s gathered at my entrance. He circles twice, then runs his fingers up my slit. I gasp, the sensation driving my hips off the bed.

I can feel him smiling against my breast as he repeats it twice more.

“Good?” he asks.

“Yes, but…” I can’t find the words to finish my sentence. Every time I get close, Josh’s hand does another circle, and I lose my train of thought. On top of that, I’m not certain what I actually want to happen. This aching repetitive bliss is driving me mad, but with every stroke, I want him more, and ahhhhh.

His thumb settles on my clit, joining his tongue in the same slow, circular rhythm.

Yes. This. This is what I want. Each swirl drives me closer to undone. I feel the pressure build between my legs. A moan escapes my lips, then another as Josh pushes a finger inside me.

I moan so loudly that I’m grateful the bar is closed tonight. The friction between my legs makes me feel like I’m on the upward climb of a roller coaster, inching closer to the thrill to come.

He picks up the rhythm, and his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of my nipple. He sucks hard, and the sensation drives me fucking wild. He adds a second finger, and the pressure explodes, sending waves of hot pleasure through me. My body clenches around his fingers as his lips move back to mine and kiss me tenderly. He moves to rest beside me, and I miss him almost immediately. As if he can sense it, he intertwines his fingers with mine.

“So does Fletch have any more—”

Josh rolls off the bed before I finish my sentence. He finds his pants and pulls out a foil packet. He walks back to the bed and leans in to press a sweet kiss to my lips before climbing back beside me. I stroke his cheek, feeling him hard against my stomach.

He lifts his hips to roll the condom on, then pushes onto his knees to straddle my legs. My knees fall open as he angles himself at my entrance.

And I get this overwhelming need to feel him inside me. He pushes in slowly, giving me time for my body to adjust. He leans down and brings his lips to mine. Our kiss is long and deep, and I moan into his mouth as his hips start to pick up their rhythm and that delicious friction builds between my legs again.

“You feel so good,” he whispers as his pace builds. Fletch’s bed squeaks beneath us, and I worry it may fall apart, but the rest of my thoughts flutter away as a new one occurs.

“Hey, Josh.”

Josh stops at the sound of his name.

“I think I want to go on top. To ride you.”

His face breaks into a wide smile as he slides his arms under my shoulders, and before I know what’s happening, he’s rolling onto his back and pulling so I end up on top of him.

“That was impressive.”

He reaches up and cups my cheek. “Tell me what else you want.”

I feel stupid saying what I want out loud. So instead, I begin to rock, enjoying this new position, the way I can control the rhythm and the pressure.

It feels so good, but there’s something missing.

“That thing that you do with your thumb on my clit.”

Josh drags his thumb through my wetness and begins a slow circle.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes.” Oh, yes.

I arch my back and let myself float to that happy place where my brain is hyper-concentrated on the insane pressure building between my legs and how it feels like every molecule in my body is on edge, waiting for sweet release.