“I shouldn’t,” she says, but she starts unbuttoning her coat. She lets it fall to the ground and then lifts her shirt over her head. She holds the fabric in front of her for a minute and then lets it fall too.
“But you’re going to,” I respond.
“But I’m going to,” she softly murmurs as she unzips her pants.
Chapter 13
Joy
Good sense was thrown out the window when I walked in and saw Eb stroking himself. Until that moment, I didn’t think a man could be beautiful, but that private moment I witnessed with Eb was a thing of beauty. One that blew all of the reasons why this was a bad idea, out of the water. Besides, there’s no point in pretending. I came over here because I wanted Eb. I could color it up and make the reasons why pretty, but it wouldn’t change the truth. And the truth is raw and dirty.
I want to feel Eb between my legs. I want to feel him deep inside of me. From looking at his huge cock with the broad head that’s wet with his desire, there’s no way I’m leaving until I get that. Until I have every inch of him.
I practically hold my breath as the last of my clothes fall to the floor.
“Climb up on the bed,” Eb orders. His voice is huskier than normal, full of need.
I have a moment of fear, or maybe it’s embarrassment. Eb seems to understand because he reaches his hand out, rolling to his side, and pulling me into him.
“You’re warm,” I murmur, somewhat lamely.
“There’s no need to be nervous, sweetheart. I’m going to make you feel good. I’m going to make us both feel good.”
“I know, it’s just I haven’t done this before,” I assure him, blushing.
“You’re a virgin?”
“What? No,” I answer, feeling more embarrassed. “But I’ve always been in a relationship. I’ve never done this with a stranger before.”
“We’re not strangers, Joy.”
“I don’t think one date makes us friends, Eb.”
“That’s where you are wrong, Joy,” he responds, taking my hand and guiding it to the base of his cock. He’s so big and thick that my hand doesn’t completely wrap around it. “We’re about to get very friendly.”
“With what you are packing, if we get too friendly, I won’t be able to walk afterwards,” I tell him. I’m not really joking, but Eb gives a soft laugh. It’s a good sound and for some reason it calms me like nothing else could.
I leave my worries behind. I may not have known Eb for very long, but being with him is comfortable, it feels right. That truth emblazons me. It makes me bold.
I tighten my hand on his cock and instantly Eb groans. I keep the pressure and stroke him from root to tip and just as I get to the head, I curl my hand to one side. Eb exhales with a rumbling noise and his hips thrust toward me.
“Fuck, Joy.”
“You like that?” I ask, smiling. Sliding my hand back down his shaft.
“I think you’re teasing me Joy. Do you know what happens when you tease?”
“Wha-t?”
My question comes out broken with a moan mixed in somewhere in the middle, because Eb slides his fingers between the lips of my pussy. They brush against the sensitive skin, sending electrical charges of desire through me. He stokes against my clit, before pushing hard against it. I whimper, trying to tighten my legs around his hand to ride. He moves his fingers in a small half-moon shape clockwise and then counter-clockwise, playing my body like an instrument.
He repeats his movements over and over, all while kissing me and swallowing my cries. Finally, he pulls away so I can take oxygen into my lungs, but I whimper, because I already miss him. His lips make a slow trail down my neck and chest. When his lips latch onto one of my nipples, he thrusts his fingers deep inside of me, and my body comes up off the bed.
“You’re soaked, Joy, but still so fucking tight. Your little cunt is squeezing my fingers. Do you think you will be able to take all of me inside of you?” he asks. Then, he somehow stretches me. I can feel his fingers drag and press against my inner walls and I can do nothing more than moan his name.
“Eb, please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you inside of me,” I beg. My voice comes out harsher, almost to the point that it sounds more like a demand.
In answer, Eb takes his fingers and his mouth away and lies on his back. I lift up looking down at him, afraid he is going to stop and that’s the last thing I want.
He grins at me and then brings his fingers to his mouth. They are slick and glossy with my juices. I start to beg him for more when he wraps his tongue around his fingers and then sucks my wetness from them.
“You taste so good. I loved the Christmas cookies you brought over, but I think my favorite flavor of the season is Christmas Joy.”
“Quit teasing me.”
He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls open a small drawer. He grabs a condom and dangles it in front of me.
“Put it on me,” he orders, his voice dark and demanding. It sends shivers down my spine. I take it from him, my gaze holding his. I love the look on his face and the way the dark color in his eyes seems to intensify. I put the foil wrapper in my mouth and tear it open. “That’s my girl,” he says with a smile. His thumb comes up to brush the corner of my mouth and I feel like purring in pride.
I like that. I want to be his girl.
I take my time sliding the condom down his thick cock and each time his fingers bite into my hips, all while thrusting into my hand, I feel pride. When I’m done, I stare at how tight the latex is on his shaft. I’m actually surprised it holds him. I must stare for a little too long. Eb slaps the side of my ass to get my attention.
“Ow,” I whisper, still grinning, because it didn’t hurt.
“On your knees and guide me inside of you, Joy.”
“You’re so bossy,” I chastise.
“You haven’t seen nothing yet, honey. Take me inside of you,” he urges again.
I hold his cock, brushing his shaft against my clit. I whimper at how good that small movement feels. Then, I position him at my entrance. I slowly lower down on him, hissing at the way he stretches me with every inch I take.
“So fucking good,” Eb growls, and then he takes over, grabbing my hips and pulling me down on him quickly. When he’s all the way inside, I have to catch my breath. Eb has his eyes closed and he slowly opens them and the look on his face feels almost like a physical touch.
“Eb…” I whisper his name, so full of emotion, I’m not sure what I want to say.
“Ride me, Joy. Take us both to heaven,” he orders, his voice dark, vibrating and so commanding I do it without question.
Then again, I need him so much I don’t have a choice. I’ve got to have more.
I have a feeling when it comes to Eb, I will always want more.
Chapter 14
Joy
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I laugh when Eb comes into the kitchen scratching the back of his head. His hair is all ruffled from sleep and he’s wearing nothing but jeans. Eb has an amazing body, his chest covered in a light layer of chest hair, his skin golden in color and abs that men would envy and women would beg to touch—or lick.