I have a burning hot shower and I have to say this is the most relaxed I have felt since before we separated. I feel like things are finally returning to normal. The hospital is finally dead quiet and still and our room is darkened and only dimly lit up by the side lamp. As I exit the bathroom Joshua's eyes follow me through the room as I walk over to the bed slowly. He holds out his hand for me, alone at last.
"I've been waiting for bed-time all day," he whispers.
I smile a shy smile. "Josh, we are in hospital. Nothing can happen, what if a nurse comes in?"
"Then she will be in for one hell of a show," he replies softly as his eyes drop down my body and he gently cracks his neck. I feel my insides start to liquefy as he grabs my hand and pulls me onto the bed. He flicks the television on and spoons me from behind. He inhales my hair deeply. "I've missed these pyjamas."
I smile. He really is easily pleased if checked men's flannelette pyjamas do it for him. We lie in silence watching the TV. His fingers lightly skim my body from behind, his lips dust up and down my neck, and he gently kisses my earlobe. I can feel the exchange of power happening moment by moment, inch by inch. His body gently dominates me from behind and as I feel his erection grow against my lower back, my body gently submits with want. Eventually after half an hour of him touching me he turns me into his arms. I'm aching for him, nearly to the point where I can't lie still. He rolls me onto my back and slowly lifts my pyjama top over my head and removes my pants while not breaking eye contact.
"Fuck, I've missed your body," he whispers as his large hands run freely over me and his eyes close at the contact. His tongue gently swipes through my mouth, his hand under my jaw. Holding me the way he wants me. This is when he sends me wild. Crazy with lust. When he takes me the way he wants me. Total control, total domination. His other hand pushes my legs apart and his strong fingers go directly to my wet centre. He runs the backs of his fingers back and forth through my lips. God I've missed this, missed him. He cracks his neck hard and kisses me again, more urgent, harder. He slowly pushes one finger inside me as he twists his hand. We both groan as my heart rate reaches fever pitch. I'm not going to last, I'm so close to orgasm. Two, then three fingers stretch my flesh and my legs fall wider open, seeking more. He twists me so we are lying on our sides. He is behind me and he lifts my top leg back toward my shoulder, my knee falls behind my ear. His strong fingers are plunging in and out of my body from behind. Our eyes are both closed. We are running on pure instinct. His kisses turn aggressive over my shoulder and my body starts to ride up the bed as his hand turns almost violent. He grabs my hips and slams me back down the bed toward the penetration. Fuck this feels … he's so good at this. He removes his fingers and changes the pressure completely by running the tips of his four fingers gently over my clitoris. I nearly jump off the bed. The sound of my wet arousal hangs thick in the air and my legs fall open as far as they will go. He kisses me gently, his tongue rimming around my lips. I can't take much more, I need to come. Like. Now. He brings his hand up and tenderly holds my face as he kisses me softly. This is how he drives me insane, the tempo change … hard and aggressive and then gentle and loving. When he is being hard on me I crave the tenderness and then when he is being tender and loving I crave the hard dominance. I can't take any more. I try to move so I can mount him but he stops me.
"Don't move," he snaps. I swallow as I pant and close my eyes. He continues the onslaught with his fingers from behind, his tongue mirroring his fingers. Taking everything I have. There isn't a doubt in either of our minds why we are so sexually suited. His body controls mine with such force that my body quivers with need. The harder he dominates, the higher my arousal level. He's the same, the more I submit the harder he gets.
"I need to taste you," he whispers.
"Josh no. Not tonight, anybody could walk in. When we get home baby. Not here." He closes his eyes and nods in understanding. His bottom arm is under my head and I am twisted so we are kissing over my shoulder. Actually he's kissing, I'm lying here with my mouth open, way too distracted by what his body is doing to mine. He pulls his fingers slowly out and I groan at the loss. He rubs the palm of his hand over my swollen sex spreading my arousal and I think trying to calm himself as I lose all coherent thought. He slowly starts to stretch my lips open with his fingers. I lean my head back into his chest as he rubs his hard length through my creamy arousal.
"Fuck you feel good, precious. I'm going to come so hard inside you baby. I'm aching for it." My mouth hangs open as he slowly feeds his large length into my sex. We both groan at the pressure. Holy shit I've needed this. His open mouth falls to my neck and he sucks. My eyes roll back in my head as his hand comes across my body up to my breasts. His engorged length slides slowly in and out of me and his hands run from my clitoris to my hipbone to my breasts to my stomach. His open mouth slides from my mouth to my neck to my collarbone. Our kissing turns aggressive as our arousal hits fever pitch and he grabs my hipbone to bring me down hard onto his brutal length.
"You are such a hot fuck, precious girl. You turn me inside out, do you know that? I've fucking missed you," he growls into my ear.
If I could answer I would, but I can't … I'm in the pleasure dome, one where I can't think or speak. His hips start to pump at piston pace. His hands pulling me onto him with such force it's painful. My top leg is being held back by his large strong hands. He bends and kisses the side of my knee with an open mouth, his hard cock still turning me inside out with every deep plunge. He kisses me again and I can't hold it. I scream into his mouth and I lurch forward as an orgasm wave hits me like a train. He closes his eyes and holds himself deep and I feel his hot semen burn me from the inside out as his cock quivers as it empties. He hooks my top leg over his body and grabs my face and kisses me deeply. I can feel his heart beating so hard inside his chest. We both pant as we try to come off the high. Who am I kidding? I will never come off this high.
Joshua Stanton is too damn beautiful for words. We lie in comfortable silence as the perspiration sticks our bodies together, still slowly kissing. His body still inside mine.
"Josh," I whisper.
"Mmm."
"I can't live without you. I love you so very much."
He smiles softly. "That makes two of us presh."
I struggle to break free. The sound of Joshua groaning as they hit him echoes through the dark wet tunnel. Three men are holding him while three others are taking turns in hitting him.
"Stop it. You're going to fucking kill him. Please let him go," I sob out loud …"Please, what do you want?" They start to kick him repeatedly in the stomach and I scream. "NO! You are going to kill him! Please stop it!" I sob while I desperately fight to escape the two men holding me. They throw me onto the ground and one of them kicks me in the stomach. I scream in pain and I hear Joshua go crazy again as he tries to break free.
"Let her go," he screams. "Kill me … just let her go. It's me you want."
They pick up a metal bar and hit him across the face and a cold metallic thud echoes through the space.
"Nooooooooo!" I scream.
"We are not letting her go. Who will we take turns in fucking with her gone? There are nine of us to please you know."
Joshua goes crazy. "I'll fucking kill you when I get free," he screams. "I swear to god if you touch her, you gutless pricks, you're fucking dead."
I look to the corner where Ben's dead body is slumped in the corner.
I close my eyes, the sound, the sight … the pain too much to bear. They continually hit him until he slips into unconsciousness and my heart breaks.
Dear god, no!
One of them hits me hard across the face and I fall to the ground. They gather around and one of them unzips his pants.
"Tash. Baby, wake up." He shakes me.
I scream as I sit up in a rush. Heart racing, my body is covered in perspiration.
"Jesus. Tash. What were you dreaming about?" Joshua grabs me in an embrace and pulls me into his chest as I sob.
The door opens and a bodyguard bursts in. "Is everything alright in here? I heard screaming."
"Natasha just had a nightmare. Can you give us some privacy please?" Joshua says flatly, obviously annoyed at the intrusion.
"Yes, sorry." He leaves immediately.
I cry into his chest as I shake in fear.
"It's ok, baby. I'm here. Don't be frightened," he whispers into the top of my head.
I continue sobbing.
"Were you dreaming about your father?" he asks in a defeated voice.
I shake my head. I don't want to say it out loud in case it makes it come true.
"Tell me sweetheart. What were you dreaming about?"
"I have been having the same dream over and over," I sob.
"What dream?"
"They kill you." My chest heaves.
"Who kills me?" he gasps.
I sob out loud again as I bring my face up to his. "They hold me and make me watch the men taking turns bashing you to death and then they gang rape me."