CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

KIM

When Josh tells me he feels bad about how he treated me, I think I must be dreaming. Never imagined I would get an apology from him.

I take his hand and sit on the coffee table in front of him.

He’s upset. I feel horrible for all the bad things I thought about him. Even though he deserved them. I’ll never understand men. And they say we’re the complicated ones. Yeah, right.

He apologizes, and when I tell him I was hurt, he pulls me onto his lap.

His cock is hard.

Holding my face between his hands, he says to me, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Can you give me another chance?”

He leans in to give me a kiss. My brain short-circuits when his lips touch mine.

I’ve been dreaming of this since that last time we were together. I might have exaggerated in my mind what a good kisser he was, but I didn’t—he’s better. I quiver when his tongue slides between my lips.

He wraps his arms around me, glides his hand down to my ass. I slide my fingers through his hair. He pulls me closer to him and writhes his hips. His dick. Oh, his dick.

My panties are soaking wet now. I squirm into him, wanting more. I can’t take it. I shove my hands between us to get to his pants. He nibbles my neck as I work the snap, slide the zipper down.

He raises his hips, and I yank his pants and underwear down. Fist his cock and pump him. He’s so big.

“Babe. As much as I love you stroking my dick, you need to take your clothes off.”

I stand and tug my shirt off, shimmy my yoga pants down. Only my bra and panties remain.

“Take it all off,” he growls and grabs his cock.

Cum leaks from the tip. His eyes are almost black, and he makes me feel sexy. I slowly reach behind and unhook my bra. Let the straps slip down my arms and take it off.

“Now the panties,” he groans.

I slowly glide them down my hips.

“Yes,” he moans.

He pulls me back on top of him, his cock between my folds. I shift and start rising and falling, up and down his shaft. Close my eyes and throw my head back.

He’s hitting all the right spots.

“Yes, Josh! Yes,” I cry out. This is freakin’ awesome.

He plays with my breast, twists a nipple, and I gyrate like hell, forcing him to fuck me harder. I need the friction. Want to come all over him. I grab his shoulders to anchor myself. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. My walls tighten around him, and I come apart. Black out for a second and then see spots. Slump against him.

I lie there a moment letting him hold me, and then realize something. We didn’t use a condom, and I’m not on anything since it’s been so long. Nothing I can do about it now.

“I need to get cleaned up,” I say and slide off the couch, grab my clothes, and head for the bathroom. Now I wonder if he’ll still be here when I return. Well, I guess.

While I put my clothes on, the refrigerator opens, and a cupboard closes.

At least he hasn’t left yet. Yay me?