Twisted Arrangement 4 (9 page)

They were both quiet for a moment, and then she heard Josh shift suddenly next to her. She heard the silken shift of skin on skin as he reached for her, felt the warmth mere inches from her cheek. But he stilled. Wary, she realized, because of her earlier threat.

Slowly, staring into the darkness where he lay, Emma pressed her cheek into his hand. His palm was hot and smooth against her skin. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. His voice was a low rasp.

“Thank you for telling me, Emma.”

It was just a stupid, embarrassing college story. Yet, he made it sound as if she’d given him a gift. Maybe, in his eyes, she had. She’d told him something about herself, something real. She heard no trace of doubt in his voice, either. He believed her. A stone she hadn’t known was resting on her chest suddenly rolled off.

“No problem.” Her lips curved upward. Josh’s thumb brushed over the lower one gently, sending tingling golden sparks through her veins. She should tell him to stop, pull away. This was dangerous. They lay only inches apart – when had they moved closer? – on his big bed. It would be the smallest expenditure of energy just to roll toward him, touch that smooth, broad chest and toy with the crinkled blond hair there.

Josh’s thumb kept stroking. No other part of him moved, just that broad thumb, caressing her bottom lip. Then the top one. Then pressing into the seam between them. Emma’s breath caught in her throat and she parted her lips to suck in air.

She gasped as he slid the first inch of his thumb into her mouth, wetting the tip, and then retreating to drag the damp digit over her lips again. The second time he slipped his finger between her parted lips, Emma closed her eyes and flicked her tongue against it.

Josh groaned. The sound sent an instant lance of desire straight into the pit of her belly. He rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against her tongue and the edge of her teeth. “Christ, Emma.”

His voice was ragged as she sucked gently at his finger, nipping the end lightly. Josh hissed.

She needed to stop this. Now.

Emma just couldn’t remember why. And then she felt the bed shift as Josh slid closer, leaned over her, and slanted his mouth over hers. He withdrew his finger, replaced it with his tongue, and Emma could barely remember her own name.

Josh wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. Their fight had become a civil discussion, and then an intimate conversation, and now Emma’s tongue was twining with his and her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him down to her mouth.

Not that he was trying to get away.

He didn’t try to do anything but kiss her, despite his body’s instant and ferocious reaction to touching Emma again. His dick had snapped to attention so fast it was a wonder he hadn’t sprained something. Trapped in the confines of both his boxers and the damn sleep pants, his cock throbbed and swelled, painfully hard.

“Oh god,” Emma whimpered brokenly. Her breathy voice was exquisite to his ears, but there was a note of distress there too, he thought.

Josh stilled, raising his head, staring down into eyes that looked black in the darkness. Her fingers clutched tightly at his hair.

“Emma, love, do you want me to stop?”

She bit her lower lip, plump and damp with his kisses. The sight nearly made him forget what he’d been saying, that he intended to let her dictate what happened here. He wanted to press his mouth to hers again, to taste the dark sweetness of her, but he held on to his last shred of self-control as she scrutinized his face. Or perhaps she was examining her own inner landscape. It was difficult to read her expression in the dimness.

“No,” she said finally. It was the sweetest word Josh had ever heard. “No, I don’t want you to stop, Josh.”

With a groan, he lowered his head again, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hand down to cup her jaw, thumb stroking her chin, opening her wider for him. He sucked at her tongue, nipped her lips, and brushed her open mouth gently with his. He spent what felt like a good half an hour or more doing nothing but making love to her mouth with his own.

He caressed her cheek and hair, traced the curve of her ear, stroked her neck and the bare curve of her shoulder. He spread his palm flat over her collarbone, resting his thumb in the small dip at the base of her throat, feeling her heart thrum against his finger.

Josh dragged his mouth from hers to pepper kisses along her jaw and scrape his teeth over her throat. Emma threw her head back, pulling him into the crease of her shoulder. He licked her skin, tasting salt and spice and Emma.

His hand hovered over her breast. Josh could feel the heat radiating from her skin, beckoning his touch. He raised his head, met her eyes, and asked again. “What about now? Do you want me to stop now?”

Emma slipped one hand from his hair, her eyes intent on his face, and covered his hand with her own. She pressed it downward, arching up into the touch, gasping, nostrils flaring. “Don’t stop until I say.”

Josh smiled, his thumb brushing over the hard peak of her nipple through the soft cotton. “Yes, ma’am.”

He covered her mouth again, tugging the thin strap down off her shoulder to bare her breast to his caress. He kneaded the firm mound gently, plucking the stiff crest until Emma cried out into his mouth. He swallowed the sob, satisfaction building a fire in his chest with each new whimper and gasp he drew from her.

Josh tossed back the covers and pulled her against his body, lowering his head to the smooth, rosy skin of her breast. He took it in his mouth, reveling in her writhing, clutching response. She held him to her chest as he nibbled and suckled her tender flesh. He brushed back and forth over her rigid nipple with his tongue, softly, enjoying the heat and texture of her skin.

“Josh!” She stroked his hair and back, grasping his hips, trying to bring him closer, bring him over her. But Josh didn’t want to rush. As turned on as he was, and he was incredibly turned on – his cock was a steel bar in his pants and his heart was apparently trying to gallop faster than a 4-minute mile – he wanted to savor every moment of this.

Reluctantly, he released her nipple from between his lips and lifted off of her. Her tiny mewl of disappointment was gratifying, at least. “Take off your top, Emma.”

She sat up, lifted the tank top over her head and tossed it away. Without another word from him she began shimmying out of her shorts too. Josh inhaled a sharp breath as the small, trimmed thatch of her pubic hair came into view.

He reached out and touched her there, gently, stroking the bit of curly hair. Emma gasped, shoved the shorts down further, and then kicked them the rest of the way off, baring the smooth, sleek length of her legs and the slippery cleft of her pussy.

“Touch me, Josh?” She said it softly, a question, laying back and turning her head toward him. Josh groaned. As if he could resist!

Josh gritted his teeth to keep from leaping on her. His hand shook with the effort as he skimmed over her belly and hip, along her thigh. He stroked Emma’s knees, his thumb brushing briefly over the tender back. Emma shivered, her thighs falling open.

Though it was dark, Josh watched her face as he dragged his hand up her thigh, marveling at the smooth silk of her skin against his rough hand. He traced the velvety crease of her leg and slipped down to squeeze one soft buttock.

When he pressed between her thighs then, cupping her pussy in his hand, Emma’s lips parted in a silent gasp and her eyes widened. Her hips lifted, pressing her more firmly into his grip. Josh squeezed, enjoying the ripe, slick feel of her in his palm. He bent his head back to her mouth, her breast, her belly, all the while just holding her in his hand.

Occasionally, he brushed a finger up and down her closed slit. Emma bucked. Her hands came up to clutch at his shoulders.

“Josh, please! I need...”

“What, Emma? What do you need?” he murmured against the hard jut of her hip.

“You! God, Josh, I need you. Now.” Her voice was low and urgent. He felt the flood of moisture against his fingers. She was drenched. But he wasn’t ready to skip to the main event quite yet.

Apparently sensing his intent, Emma took matters into her own hands. Literally. She slid her palms down his chest to tease the hard plane of his belly and then around to his back. She delved beneath the waistband of his pants and boxers, gripping and kneading the cheeks of his ass. His cock throbbed in response.

One hand seemed content to stay at that location, but of course the other strayed forward and a second later her slender fingers wrapped around his rigid shaft.

Josh moaned, claiming Emma’s mouth again as she began to stroke him with a firm, hot grip. She rubbed the smooth silk of her palm over the sensitive head of his cock, smearing pre-cum and making his nerve endings sizzle.

She drew him free of the confines of his boxers and pants, rubbing, squeezing, driving him crazy. Too quickly he felt the pressure building, the heavy pleasure pooling in his gut.

He tugged her hands free, placing them on his chest, holding them there. “Emma, just... wait.”

“I don’t know if I can.” Her voice shook, the words almost choked. With need. For him.

The realization burned away any last semblance of caution in him. Josh groaned and rolled on top of her so suddenly he worried for a moment he’d crushed her. But her soft sigh of relief brushed his ear as her arms snaked around his waist.

Emma’s lips brushed his jaw, her tongue lapping, mouth sucking at his skin. She arched, rubbing the wet satin of her slit along the length of his shaft. She was so hot she burned him through the fabric of his pants, and Josh felt a deep thrill of anticipation for the feel of her naked flesh, no barrier between them.

He’d never been so glad to have the whole birth control discussion in his life as he had been on their wedding night when Emma had told him she was on the pill and he could forgo a condom. If he wanted, she’d said. As if he’d want anything other than to feel her, skin to skin.

He pushed to his knees now and swiftly shed his clothes, staring down at Emma’s body. In the darkness of the bedroom she was little more than a pale form below him, and yet Josh felt as if he could trace every curve and hollow with his eyes. The vision of her body was so burned into his brain he didn’t need light to see her.

Emma’s dark hair was spread out around her head, her cheeks flushed, eyes glittering, lips damp and parted. Her tongue flicked out to lick them as she stared back up at him. Her shoulders glimmered pale and white in the shadows, the soft mounds of her breasts swaying slightly as she reached for him where he knelt between her thighs.

The smooth plane of her belly trembled with each ragged breath and her hips twitched, her knees rubbing restlessly against his thighs. Unable to stand not touching her for another second, Josh bent forward. She must see him too, because her hands unerringly stroked over his ribs and slid around his back, pulling him down on top of her.

Josh slipped his arms under her shoulders, cradled her head, lifting her mouth to his. He paused, their lips an inch apart, meeting her eyes in the gloom. Emma’s legs curled around his waist, the sensitive head of his cock brushed along the slippery cleft of her sex.

“Christ, Emma.” His breath shuddered out of his as she lifted her hips, pressing herself onto him, her slick passage engulfing the first few inches of his rigid shaft.

She inhaled deeply, sharing his breath, her hands clutching at his back. Josh brushed his mouth over hers, barely touching, as he sank into her warm, satin depths. Emma whimpered, thighs tightening around his hips, heels pressing him closer.

Her tongue came out, softly touching his bottom lip. The tight points of her nipples brushed his chest in a tantalizing caress with each shaking breath she took.

As if some unspoken direction had passed between them, they both began to move together. Josh glided forward, slipping every throbbing inch of himself into the snug, hot confines of her passage. Emma rose toward him, undulating, engulfing his cock to the root in her welcoming body.