He grinned. “Exactly.”
“I never would’ve done that before. But with you everything is different.”
The admission sparked a long-snuffed candle in his soul. “Tell me,” he urged. The need to hear more, see further inside the woman bewitching him was so strong he could call it a compulsion.
“You’re all I see literally. I used to think that was a joke people sung about. How can you only have eyes for one person? The world around me doesn’t matter, only you, us, and the way we feel about each another. And it’s scary because really we’ve only grazed the surface,” she said.
Uncomfortable with the depths they were suddenly diving into, he nipped the sensitive spot under her chin. “We work well together,” he said. Her head fell back and he nibbled his way up to her earlobe, sucking the flesh into his mouth. She shivered and he pushed her thighs apart, tracing the sodden crotch of her negligee. “How long you been wet like that, Jo-Jo?”
“From the minute you said you were coming over,” she said.
“You know how to say exactly what I want to hear, don’t you?” he asked.
“I just tell the truth.”
He pressed his thumb against her clit, and rubbed in slow circles. “I don’t know where I want to start. Your body is begging me to cater to it. Lie back.”
Her eyes popped open and dilated as she slowly lowered herself onto the black-and-white comforter. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Moose widened his caress, palming her pussy as he bent down to nip at her cleavage, each bite harder than the previous one. Whimpers filled the air and she came off the bed. He pushed aside the material covering her center and eased his fingers inside her welcoming warmth. “Always so wet and tight for me.” He pumped in and out, adding another finger.
Joey clutched the sheets and rocked her hips toward his fingers.
“Don’t come yet, Jo-Jo. Not yet.” A fine sheen of sweat broke over her skin, making it glisten. Her muscles flexed, and he pulled out. She cried out in protest. “It’ll make the end sweeter, I promise.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, and sucked them clean. “Mmmh.” He moved back. “Roll over.”
She did as he requested, and he moaned at the sight of her apple-bottom ass. “Stick that ass in the air, baby.” He gave it a firm smack, and she moaned. On all fours, she became a temptation he couldn’t resist. Bending down, he nipped her ass and licked a path up along her back. Her muscles flexed under his wet ministrations. She made him burn.
The thin barrier between them mocked him.
“As much as I love this on you, it needs to go.” He battled with himself to remain in control. He wanted to rip it off her, fuck her to the edge and retreat, letting the liquid heat of the candles push her over into the abyss of completion. Remember to start slow. He clutched her full hips and ground into her ass.
“Yes.” Joey pushed her body toward him.
“I tried,” he growled, gripped the material and pulled, ripping the flimsy cloth as if it were paper. Her gasp fueled the unleashed beast. Tossing the black scraps away, he pushed her down onto the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now, Jo-Jo, and you better not come.” He stood up, unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down around his ankles, driven by his need to be inside her. Kneeling on the bed, he lined his head up with her weeping slit and thrust home.
“Oh!”
“That’s right, take it all.” He wrapped an arm around her body, supporting her under her breasts as he rubbed her clit and drove deep. She fucked him with equal intensity. She tightened around him. He pumped a few more times and pulled out.
“No!”
Moose delivered five raps to her bottom, smoothing over the red area as she ground her pussy into the bed, moaning. “I knew you’d love it, Jo-Jo.” Bending, he kissed her ass and stood. He removed his boots and stripped off the rest of his clothing. Running his hand over the candles, he picked the red cylinder and rolled the cool object between his fingers. This would bring them closer, bind them with invisible bonds and make her his in a permanent way that would make walking away difficult.
Joey peered over her shoulder and beckoned him with a look that pleaded for more.
Fuck it. “Stay there, babe. I’ll be right back.” He strode to the linen closet inside her bathroom, pulled out a black towel, and wet a coordinating washcloth before he returned to the room. He laid the towel down. “Come lay down on the towel.”
She did as he asked, and he spread her legs, finding her heat with a finger. “Oh, Moose.”
“That’s it, baby, focus on me.” He added a second finger and worked her back up toward her peak. “I’ll make it good for you. Teach you to love the burn.” She squeezed her thighs together trapping his hand. He bent and nipped her ass. Her legs jerked open and he removed his fingers, lighting the red candle. The wax began to melt and pool. He held it three feet above her and tipped it slightly. A sharp release of air filled the silent room. He added a few more splatters, gauging the way she responded. Her thighs rubbed together and he grinned. Deep down, he’d always known she fit him like a hand in glove.
Why would this be any different?
“You’re doing so good, Jo-Jo.” Carefully, he began to decorate her with crisscrossing lines of wax, turning her body into his personal canvas. While the lines overlapped, he tested her pussy. Soaking wet, her walls clutched his fingers. “How you doing, Jo-Jo?”
“So good,” she said.
The guttural sound in her voice shocked him. “You want more?”