Chapter 37: Thirty Seven

"Well, I suppose that's a good idea before I toss you in the bathtub." He replied with a chuckle, gripping my hips and pulling me into him.

"I'm emotional and horny. I'm not taking a damn bath unless you make me need it." He grinned, flashing that sensual smile that had my knees shaking with delight.

"In that case," I squealed as he grabbed just below my ass, hoisting me up to wrap around his waist. He didn't wait for me to settle before crashing his lips to mine. I moaned, pressing my chest against his as my hands tangled in his hair. He somehow managed to take us through the door and into the living room while maintaining our passionate kiss. With one last flick of his tongue against mine, he pulled away. "Are you sure? You're not too upset?" He rushed out between pants. I pulled him back for another kiss.

"I could use the stress relief." Which was true. I knew that making love to Joel would help alleviate the sting of my dad leaving, so I was desperate to do it.

"Okay. Where?"

"Our bed." I replied quickly, sliding my wet lips to his neck so he could walk up the steps. I was honestly amazed at how effortlessly he carried me to the second floor. He had just gotten cleared for physical exertion, and was already working himself to his limits.

As soon as we got there, he lowered me to my feet.

"My boobs are killing me." I warned, as I threaded my top over my head. He worked on lowering my shorts, his lips partaking of the skin of my thighs.

"That's okay. My mouth will be busy elsewhere."

"What-?" I yelped as he lifted me by the legs, tossing me onto the bed with a soft thump. "Joel!" I giggled, and he smiled, discarding his own shirt beside the mattress before climbing up to join me.

"Spread your legs, baby." He rasped, tugging at my knees. I obeyed, letting my thighs fall open. His eyes trailed my covered sex hungrily, making my core tighten in excitement. "You have the prettiest little pussy." He cooed, his fingers stroking down the length of my folds reverantly. I mewled, letting my head fall back to the duvet.

He always knew the perfect way to touch me to make me come undone. And God, those words. I could feel heat rushing to my face and pussy simultaneously. A gust of his hot breath fanned the soaked lace, making me shiver.

"I want to taste you. You're so fucking sweet." He pressed one feathery kiss to my clit, making it hypersensitive to his touch, before gripping the tops of my panties to slide them down. With every newly freed inch, his mouth was on me, teasing me, coaxing me to surrender to him. This man was more than I ever imagined, and he was mine. I would joyfully surrender to him any damn day.

The lace slid from my ankles, and he tossed it to the floor, holding one of my feet in his palm. He brought it to his lips, closing his eyes as he pressed a soft and sensual kiss to my instep. Then, he allowed his tongue to slide out, making me shiver. I flushed crimson. I never understood the foot fetish craze, but seeing him practically worshipping mine had me soaking the bedspread in arousal. A deep groan rumbled within him.

"Come here, baby." His arms hooked under my thighs, pulling me forward and angling my hips up. Then, he spread them again, situating himself between them to taste me. "Do you remember what you taste like?" I pulled my bottom lip in, nodding bashfully. "Good. I want you to think about that. Think about what I taste while I eat you."

"Oh God."

His soft lips pressed into my core, followed closely by his eager tongue. He was showing even more confidence and enthusiasm than the night we met, devouring me to his best ability. I was in absolute heaven, moaning and panting for him.

"Eep!" I jumped when I felt his tongue wander past the opening of my pussy. His hands spread my cheeks gently as his tongue circled around my forbidden spot. He let out another sexy groan, as if he enjoyed the naughty activity, which only made me blush harder.

"Is that okay, baby?" He asked, breaking for a breath. I set my half-lidded eyes on him, admiring the way he looked between my knees, his lips glistening with my juices. I nodded slowly, hesitantly.

"It's okay."

I saw the hint of a smile, and felt his fingers circle my soaked pussy once again. One dipped in, but I barely felt it. It must've been his pinky. He dragged it out of me slowly, leading it down in the same path his tongue took.

"Can I?" His drenched pinky swept over my star, lubricating it naturally. I sucked in a ragged breath. Was I ready for this? I told Danny I wanted to play harder, but anal was never something I honestly considered. Would it hurt? How could it possibly be pleasurable? "I don't have to if you're not comfortable, baby." He assured me, and began to pull his hand away, but I stopped him.

"No! No, it's fine. I want to try. I'm just… nervous." He licked his lips, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

"Don't be nervous. It'll feel good. Just relax for me." He cooed, leaning back down to cover my clit with his hyperactive tongue. I moaned, clutching onto the sheets, when I felt his pinky back on my back door. With the rapid flicking of his hot, wet muscle against my button, I was unable to concentrate on him pushing inside of me. All I knew was that it felt… strange. He was stretching me, the nerves around the tight hole delivering a new type of sensation to my core. I flexed my toes, digging my fingers into the soft comforter.

Then, he started to move it, and I immediately blasted off. The climb was damn near instantaneous, and I bucked my hips, trying to pull my legs closed over Joel's shoulders. It felt like my orgasm was dominating my entire pelvis, before spiderwebbing out throughout my body.

His finger didn't stop, but rather moved faster through the orgasm, extending and intensifying it. Then, he pulled it out, and the sensation was better than I ever imagined it would be. I felt his other hand search out my coated pussy, feeling the accumulation of come pouring out.

"Shit, Jen. You really liked that, didn't you?" I swallowed, still trying to get my bearings post-climax.

"Mhmm." He groaned, pushing two of his fingers deep inside of me. "Oh God…"

"I've never seen you so fucking wet before." After two more slow and addicting pumps, he retreated, cleaning his fingers in his mouth as he climbed up my slightly trembling body. My hands immediately shot to his shoulders, but he grabbed them, slamming them back to the bed beside my head and restraining them in his large and powerful palms. Then, his lips came down on mine. His tongue searched my mouth desperately, stealing my every breath and making me eager to have him, all of him. Heart, body, soul; my life would never be complete without this man and I knew it. He was my muse, too. The beauty, the intrigue, the inspiration in my world, and with every passing day, a new, unexplored color would be added to our canvas. I loved him so fucking much.

My eyes fluttered back open as he broke the kiss, his piercing gaze searching mine. Then, he lowered his hips, and I felt the pressure of his cock on my core, entering slowly, carefully, as if I might break. His lashes threatened to fall with the pleasure, but he stayed focused on me, whose mouth was opening into a small o at the welcome intrusion.

Every single inch wound me up, and I was savoring it. The way he filled me, the way he looked at me; I was floating, unwilling to touch back down. His lips parted as he became fully sheathed, letting out a soft groan. The sound was so fucking erotic that I thought I might combust.

"Jen, baby, you feel so good." He pulled in his lip, entwining our fingers as he began to push in and out. I thought that hard, rough sex would help me get over the interaction at the restaurant, but he somehow knew that this was what I would truly need. He was making sweet, cherished love to me, melting every fear from my heart with each stroke of his body in mine. We were truly unified, and I had never felt closer, more in sync with him.

His lips suckled my jaw, then my neck, before rejoining with mine. Unlike during the oral sex, this climb was drawn out, tedious almost, but pleasurable both physically and emotionally. Neither of us wanted it to end, but eventually, my body reached its crest.

"J-Joel…"

"Go ahead, baby. I want you to come." He breathed out, his voice strained and deep. He was close, too. His hands tightened on mine as his speed gradually increased. With every quick thrust, my moans got louder and louder, and I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Joel!" Then, I let go. My vision went white, my chest pushing into his as the fire consumed me, causing me to put pressure on his deliciously perfect body.

"Yes. God, yes, shit…" He freed my hands, clutching to me tightly as he spilled into me, his hips pressed firmly against mine as his lips found mine. I wound my arms around his shoulders, panting while he shivered atop me, his back bowing slightly with his orgasm. It was so damn intimate, so consuming.

It took a little longer than normal for us to move on, but we didn't mind. We held eachother, much like he held me while we slept, and breathed one another in. He was so warm.

After a minute of solid rest, he stirred, his damp hair tickling my chest where his head was rested. His sated and pleased stormy blue eyes met mine.

"Bath?" He suggested with a smirk. I giggled, lifting my hand to run it through his wild locks.

"I guess I'm dirty enough, now." I teased back. He chuckled and pushed himself the remainder of the way off me, standing and stretching out that tantalizing body of his. He turned in the direction of the bathroom, but didn't close the door so he could still speak to me.

"You're sure as hell dirtier than I expected." I gasped, pulling myself from the blankets. The sound of the faucet kicked on.

"What does that mean?"

"I didn't think you'd like it in the ass. But you're a naughty little thing." My face flushed, along with the rest of my body. I was completely humiliated.

"W-well, how bout you? You're the one who did it!" I could see his shoulders shaking with laughter, even though his back was to me and I couldn't confirm it. That smug bastard.

"It's okay, baby. You don't need to be embarrassed. I've heard a lot of women like that, and it was sexy as hell for me, too." A little bit of my indignation wavered.

"You've heard? You… haven't done that before?" He set the bubble solution back on the floor before turning to me.

"No." I tried to hide my relief, but I was celebrating on the inside. Another first! Though, this wasn't really the kind of thing to write home about. This one would stay between us. "I haven't tried everything when it comes to sex. I didn't do much exploring before you." Now my curiosity was piqued. I crossed to the half-filled tub, taking his hand and lowering myself into the hot water.

"You still have fantasies, though. So… what do you like?" My eyes stayed focused on the suds in front of me. Even talking to Joel about sex had me tripping over myself.

"What do I like? Things I haven't tried?" I shrugged.

"Either. Like, what're the things you've gotten off to… maybe in movies, or-"

"Woah. I thought that was a punishable offence. I don't think you want to hear my porn preferences." My eyes shot to him for a brief second of shock, but I was even more surprised when I saw him with pink cheeks. He was blushing! The thought somehow gave me courage to continue.

"I don't need titles. But I would like to know what's going on in that dirty mind of yours. I mean, like, are you into, um, whips and dungeons or-"

"Like Isaac?" I grimaced, and he let out an amused laugh. "No, baby. I have no desire to chain you to a torture table and whip you." Thank God. "How about you? I take it by how pale you are, that's not something you get off to?" I shook my head.

"No. That's a little too rough for me…"

"But you like it a little rough."

"Um, yes. The pain feels good. Really good." I confessed. Joel cleared his throat, shifting on his hind legs beside the tub. "Are you okay?" He chuckled.

"Yea, fine. Just trying not to get hard talking about sex next to my naked girlfriend." I stifled my giggle. I felt bad for him, but it was also fun seeing him so vulnerable and affected by me.

"Well, maybe we can… keep exploring each other. You can go a little harder. Be a little more… punishing."

"Fucking hell, Jen." I let my giggle out and he narrowed his eyes. "I think you're earning yourself a punishment right now. And you just gave me permission to go harder, so be thinking about that while I take a shower." He pushed off the floor, leaving my jaw in the bathwater as he crossed to the shower.

That man would be the death of me.