He's Been With Men, But It's His First Time With A Woman

This sexy story from The Glass Knot by Lily Harlem is published with permission.

Erotic Sexy story from The Glass Knot by Lila Harlem

A swirl of emotions ran through me. Josh had never been with a woman? Never really wanted to, until now? What was he talking about?

“But…” I said, pulling back. I needed to assess the situation. Josh was a virgin. Sort of.

What the hell does this mean?

He frowned and, still holding my head with one hand, wrapped his other arm around my shoulders. The pianist changed to a slower tune, and next thing I knew I was burying my face in his shirt and inhaling his fresh scent. I shut my eyes, fisted the material covering his fine torso, and willed my knees to stay co-operating with my brain. I would allow myself one minute like this. One minute of pretending this devastatingly sexy man wanted me then I would walk away and leave him to get on with his life. Get on with his married life.

One minute, that’s all I need of this crazy fantasy.

“Laura.” He spoke onto the top of my head, sending spirals of sensation over my scalp. “Are you okay?”

I nodded against his shirt. I was okay as long as I didn’t fall for his sweet talk about wanting me.

“Laura,” he said again, running a hand from the top of my spine to the base, right to my tailbone, slowly, so slowly, and as if relishing every dip and curve of my back. “I hope I haven’t upset you.”

I shook my head and pressed against him a little bit more. It was then I felt it.

Holy shit.

The proof that he did indeed want me was hard and solid behind his jeans. There was no ignoring it. It spoke a thousand words.

Fantasy or no fantasy, that hard-on was as real as the grand piano next to us.

“Lord help me,” he muttered and squeezed me closer still, trapping his cock between my belly and his body. “But you’re flicking a switch in me no one other than Nick ever has.”

I could barely even sway to the music. It was as if every nerve and fiber in my body had honed in on Josh’s straining erection.

“What does this mean?” I gasped, settling my hands around his neck and looking up at him.

“It means I want you.” He paused. “Do you want me?”

“Well, I…” There was no denying it, I gave a small nod.

He blew out a tight breath. “Damn, I want you so bad I might embarrass myself on the dance floor by coming in my pants.” He gulped and a pained expression crossed his face. “So please can we go somewhere more private? Before you bewitch me entirely.”

“But, but what about Nick?”

Go somewhere private?

“He’s fine, I promise. He likes you.”

“He might like me, but does he really want you to cheat? With me?”

How could we be talking like it was actually going to happen? That Josh and I were actually going to have sex? Fuck. Get naked and dirty and bring each other pleasure.

Sweet Jesus, what I could do with that body to get me some pleasure.

“Nick and I have talked about it often. He’s older than me, traveled, lived a different life to the one we do now. He doesn’t want me to feel that I’ve missed out on enjoying a woman’s body because of us meeting when I was so young.”

“But—?”

“Oh, we weren’t illegal or anything, and I could have got rid of my virginity in the conventional sense if I’d wanted to, but there was never the right time.” He hovered his mouth over mine, his eyelids were heavy. “Or the right woman.”

If I could have let go of him for a second I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. But I was gripping him so tight, partly to stay upright and partly because I didn’t want the bubble to burst, letting go wasn’t an option.

“So what do you say?” Josh asked. “Are you up for spending some time with me? Tonight? In bed?”

His dick was still pressed into my abdomen, and as confusing as the situation seemed to be, it was also very simple. I wanted that cock, in my pussy, as soon as possible.

I tried to restore some semblance of rationality and figure out the situation. “Do you mean that this whole evening was planned so that we, me and you, would have sex?”

His face twisted. “God no, I liked you on the beach, thought you looked great and were fun to chat to, I wanted your company this evening. Then when you were late I could feel myself getting anxious, jumpy, sick in my stomach. I wanted to see you again, desperately, and the thought that you might not show was too horrible to put into words. Then, as we talked and ate dinner, I knew there could be more.” He shook his head. “And one second of holding you in my arms, on this dance floor, has more than proved it.”

Okay he’s got me. How the hell can I refuse a night of such erotic fun?

I allowed desire to fizz around my body, wild and abandoned. “Then yes, Josh, let’s go to my room. I think we both have something to offer the other.”

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Josh ensured the meal had been charged to their bill then we headed to the elevator.

“Nick and I are on the fifteenth floor,” he said as we waited.

“Oh, the posh suites.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I told you he was spoiling me. The view is fabulous and the bathroom enormous.”

The elevator arrived. It was empty and we stepped in. I hit level eight, where the standard rooms were. The doors shut with a quiet ping, and I stared at my reflection in the smoky mirrors.

My hair was still neat and my dress hugged my slim frame perfectly. But I could make out my nipples straining like two small pebbles against my bra. My eyes were dark and dense with desire, my mascara-heavy lashes framing a window to my soul— a soul that was alive with lust.

I shifted on my heels and was aware of the damp gusset of my panties.

What the hell am I doing? He’s gay, bi, curious, what about the implications of that?

“It’s okay,” he said, to my reflection. “I know what you’re thinking but I’m clean, I promise. Like I said, I’ve only ever been with Nick and we’ve been faithful for over ten years. There’s nothing I’m not telling you. I wouldn’t do that.”

I nodded, acknowledging his declaration. I believed him. “You’re lucky to have Nick, I feel like I’ve been sleeping in an empty bed forever.”

He reached for my hand, without words letting me know that was about to change, if just for one night. And oh, what a night it was going to be. I was going to get myself some serious fun. Every sensual, erogenous cell in my body was calling out for it.

I glanced at Josh’s reflection again. His head was tilted upwards as he studied the digital screen telling us which floor we were passing. Yep, I was going to share my bed with a gorgeous guy who wanted me, really wanted me in an honest, nothing hidden kind of way. And heck to the consequences, because there wouldn’t be any. I would have a night of sex and passion, then in the morning, or perhaps later on tonight, he would return to his husband and leave me wallowing in memories and satisfaction.

Bliss.

I firmed up my resolve. I could be a one-night-stand woman. Take what I wanted and enjoy Josh without any emotional fallout. It would be easy to be her if I knew that was the score from the outset. Plus, it would give poor old Rocky a well-earned break.

The doors slid open. Josh rested his hand in the small of my back as I led the way out. We walked along the deserted corridor. My heels sank deep on the plush carpet and my heart beat loud in my ears. Each step, a step closer to no turning back from the slightly crazy, if physically necessary, decision I’d made.

After slipping my keycard into room eighty-four, we wandered in. The maid had visited and turned back the covers on the king-size bed. A lone chocolate sat on the pillow and light from a standing lamp, by a bucket armchair, bathed the room in a warm buttery glow.

The curtains were shut against the sights and sounds of Marbella. The room was so silent and still, I was sure Josh would be able to hear the pounding in my chest and feel the vibrations the trembles in my belly created through the air.

I set my small clutch purse on the dresser and toed off my sandals.

“Nice room,” he said, glancing around and twisting his hands together.

“Thanks.”

He looked at his feet, then at the lamp, then at the blank TV screen. His face had paled, and he was gnawing at the inside of his cheek.

It was then it struck me.

Josh is nervous.

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And, of course, why wouldn’t he be? The guy was a virgin. He’d never been with a woman, and despite the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous and did the deed with Nick, he was nervous—nervous of having sex with me, a woman, for the first time.

Suddenly I felt a whole lot better. My abstinence worries were nothing compared to what he was going through. I was the one who had done this before, countless times, and on occasions, with amazing success.

“Hey,” I said, moving closer. “I’m not going to bite you.”

His gaze captured mine. “I know. Well, I don’t know, actually, but I hope you won’t.”

Touching my finger against the top button of his shirt, I breathed in his lovely scent. It was stronger in my room, as if his nervousness and the four walls had intensified it. “I want this to be special for you, for me, for us both,” I whispered.

He swallowed and nodded.

“Would you like me to take off your clothes?” I asked.

“No, not yet, but will you take off yours?” He poked out his tongue and licked his lips.

“There’s not much to take off.” I backed away and gave my best seductive smile. “Just this little, hardly worth wearing dress.” As I spoke I undid the side zip and let the linen fall over my hips and down to my ankles.

His eyes followed the movement of the material, then, as it bunched on the floor, he trailed his gaze back up my body.

I tilted my hips, jauntily, and was pleased to note there was still a notable strain going on in his jeans.

“And of course I need to get rid of this silky underwear.”

He rubbed his hand over his forehead, his eyes darted between my bra and my panties.

“Josh, would you like me to take off my underwear?”

He nodded, quickly, three sharp up-and-down twitches of his head.

I smiled, pleased that I still had him and he hadn’t decided to back out. Because at this point, no amount of Rocky power would make up for him leaving before the main event.

Reaching behind myself, I unfastened the hook on my strapless bra. It was white, like my panties, and had two small cream roses in the center. It was one of my favorite underwear sets.

As the material fell away from my breasts his gaze burned into my chest. His eyes were unblinking, his breaths short and shallow.

I tossed the bra aside and tweaked my already taut nipples. I liked my nipples, they were pale and small, cute I had been told, and they were really sensitive, incredibly responsive to any kind of stimulation.

“I’ve seen plenty of women’s tits on the beach this week,” he said breathily. “But none as beautiful as yours, Laura. None that I could simply stare at all night.”

“I hope you’ll do more than stare.” I could hardly keep the lust from my voice. “I’d like to feel your lips, your tongue, the stubble on your chin scratching over them.”

He swallowed and shifted from one foot to the other. “Okay.”

“But first things first,” I said, hooking my thumbs beneath the elastic of my panties. “You said you wanted me to take off my clothes. I haven’t quite done that yet.” Very slowly I began to roll the scrap of silk and lace down. Inch by inch revealing my thin landing strip of pale brown pubic hair, and praying that the damp gusset wouldn’t be too obvious as it slid down my legs.

He stared at the juncture of my thighs as I kicked my pile of clothes away then stood totally naked before him.

“Josh,” I whispered.

“You’re exquisite,” he said softly. “And so neat.”

“You mean compared to a man?”

He nodded, still staring at my pussy. “Yes, compared to Nick, compared to me, no dangly bits, just softness and curves in all the right places.”

I suppressed a giggle. “I’m glad you think so.”

His gaze met mine. The sexual tension fizzing between us straightened my mouth and beat down my mirth.

“Oh, I more than think so. Laura, please, I want to touch you.”

“And I want to touch you, so take off your clothes too, Josh.”

Briskly, he removed his shoes and socks, shucked down his jeans and began to unbutton his shirt. It hung down over his boxers, hiding the outline of his cock.

“I don’t normally wear underwear,” he said. “It just gets in the way.”

“Lucky Nick,” I said. Impatience trickled through me as Josh fumbled with his shirt buttons, so I walked over, reached out, and with thankfully steady hands, undid his shirt. “There we go,” I said, gently pushing it over his wide, smooth shoulders. It slid down his arms and onto the floor with a quiet whoosh.

He blew out a long, low breath that breezed over my breasts, tightening my nipples farther.

“Laura,” he murmured. “Are you sure?”

“Oh, yes.” I was feasting on the sight of his golden chest. A small collection of blond hairs sat in the center of his sternum, and his nipples, like mine, were small and pale. “I want you to touch me, explore my body, and discover what it’s like to be with a woman. I want you to learn how to make a woman come.”

“But—?”

“There’s no buts.” I stepped back and looked down at his tight black boxers. His erect cock was tenting the material, and I couldn’t help but admire what must be an impressive girth to be creating such a large bulge. “Josh, your need is obvious, it’s there before us and was stabbing into me when we danced, but with a woman, the signs that she is turned on are more subtle.”

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“What do you mean?”

“Look for the clues.” Once again I tweaked my nipples. “My breasts are desperate for you, they feel heavy and hypersensitive, my nipples so hard and seeking any kind of stimulation they can get.” I lowered my voice. “Just the breeze of your breath is making them tingle.”

He stared down at me. “It is?”

I swallowed and nodded. “Sometimes I think I could come just with the sensation of a man with a talented tongue sucking and playing with my nipples.”

“Nick tells me I have a talented tongue.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second, but you may have to hone your talents when it comes to using your tongue on my—”

“On your—”

“My breasts and…my pussy.”

He smoothed his palm over my sleek hair, following the shape of my skull until he cradled my cheek. His gaze was intense and unblinking, and I saw a glimmer of confidence and self-assurance growing. “I want to make you come, Laura. I want to taste you, kiss you. I want to put my dick in you and find out what it feels like to be buried, balls deep, in a beautiful woman.”

My breath hitched at his tumble of erotic words, and my mind was held hostage to a series of carnal images.

“But mostly I want to make this night memorable,” he said, “because this is my one pass, my one chance, not just to be with you, but to be with someone other than Nick. After tonight it will only ever be him, for the rest of my life.”

I shuddered out the breath I’d been holding. Of course, that was how it was. I hadn’t fooled myself into thinking there would ever be anything more between us. Josh was right, we had to make this memorable. We had to make this more special than anyone else’s first time, because this was his first and last.

“Not that I don’t love him,” Josh said. “I do, more than—”

“More than anything else in the world,” I finished. “I get that, I understand that, so let’s take Nick out of the room and concentrate on us.”

Josh closed his eyes. His lashes created shadows on his cheeks and his brows pulled low. Then he opened them and the furrows in his forehead relaxed. “You’re right, no more Nick.” The deep blue of his irises shone like the deepest depths of the ocean. “Me and you. Josh and Laura, just for tonight. Just for one night.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect.” I stood on tiptoes and touched my mouth to his. The feel of his soft warm lips, hesitant and barely parted, made it the most delicate, wondrous kiss I’d ever experienced. I pulled back and smiled. “I won’t break you know.”

He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “It’s just, Nick and I, we get a bit rough sometimes, carried away. It doesn’t matter, we’re guys, we can take it, but you will say if I’m too much for you, won’t you?”

My heart swelled. His anxiety was deep and profound and very real. “Josh, I’ve had slow sweet sex before and hard and fast sex too. I’ll tell you to stop if I can’t take it, but something tells me you’re going to be a natural, so just relax.”

He smiled and dropped his shoulders a fraction. “Thank you.”

I reached for his hand and pulled him toward the bed. “Lie down with me.” Shifting onto the mattress, I rested back so I was semi propped up on the mountain of pillows. I tossed the chocolate to the floor.

He crawled next to me, staring at every shift and wobble of my breasts as I settled.

“Touch me, like this,” I whispered, tweaking my nipple again.

He copied me, playing with my opposite nipple.

I fluttered my eyes shut. Breast stimulation had always been high on my list of foreplay and his big, firm fingers were simply perfect.

“Does that feel nice?” he asked.

“Mmm, lovely.” I scooped my whole breast into my palm and squeezed the soft flesh. Again he copied me, then to my delight, dropped his head and took my nipple into his mouth.

I released a small moan of encouragement and threaded my fingers into his hair. It was soft and thick and feathered over the back of my hand like silk ribbons.

He was busy with his tongue. Plucking my taut areola, he switched to the other breast. Before I knew it he was kneading both of my breasts and sharing his oral attention between each nipple.

“Oh, Josh, you’re doing it so right,” I murmured. “Yes, just like that.” I arched my back and smoothed my hands over his warm shoulders. “Your mouth feels wonderful.”

But his attentions were sending white-hot fingers of lust straight to my pussy. I wouldn’t be able to keep up a slow seduction for much longer. My clit needed attention, I needed filling. It had been so long.

After a few minutes I captured his cheeks in my hands and lifted his face to mine. “Josh, oh God, I’m so turned on.”

His mouth was wet and his lips pliant, his breaths faster than they’d been before. “Show me,” he said.

Staring into his heavy gaze, I slid my hand down over my breasts and belly. “Here.” I parted my legs, dipped my fingers through my silken folds and into the entrance of my pussy. Instantly they were coated in my juices. I withdrew and held my shiny fingers between us. “I’m so wet and ready for you,” I said. “Look.”

He studied my fingers for a few seconds, then wrapped his hand around my wrist and brought them to his lips. He drew my wet fingers into his mouth, closed his eyes and sucked, his cheeks hollowing and the suction making my digits tingle.

My heart pounded and a pulse thrummed in my clit. “Josh,” I said quietly. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever witnessed.

Pulling my fingers out, he smiled down at me. “My first taste of woman,” he said. “I want more.”

A tremble attacked my stomach and spread to all four of my limbs. “There’s plenty more,” I said, parting my legs. “Go find it.”

A flash of apprehension crossed his eyes.

“I’ll help you,” I said. “I’ll show you what I like.” I ran my damp fingers down the side of his cheek. “It will all be good, you’ll see.”

He nodded and as I shifted upward on the bed he settled between my legs. I was spread open for his gaze, and although the light in the room was dim, I knew I was very much on display. Every crease and fold, every pubic hair would be there for him to see. My wetness would be obvious glistening around my entrance.

I absorbed his expression as he looked at a pussy for the first time. It was one of fascination, curiosity and also, I was pleased to see, hunger.

Encouraged, I pressed my middle finger over my clit and gave a few small rotations. “Touch me,” I said, “touch my clit like this.”

He adjusted his wide shoulders and with the pad of his index finger copied my action. It wasn’t quite as firm as I wanted, but I wasn’t about to criticize him at this stage. “Mmm, yes,” I said, “that’s nice, can you feel how swollen it is?”

“Yes,” he said.

He leaned forward and touched his tongue to my clit, repeated the same movement as his fingers.

“Ah, ah, yes,” I gasped, fisting the sheets. He’d taken me by surprise. I’d expected to have to coax him into oral sex. But it seemed he had other ideas and was ready and more than willing.

“Ah, fuck, you taste delicious, I could eat you all night,” he said, upping the pressure and the pace.

“Oh, Josh, you weren’t lying about your talented tongue.”

He grunted an answer, sucked and rotated around and over my clit. Before long a pressure was building in my belly. Growing and climbing to a point where release would soon be inevitable. My breaths became ragged, my heart thumped. I dropped my head back and squeezed my eyes shut. Stars flashed before me, big sparks of white light that seemed to coincide with the movements of his clever tongue.

Suddenly he stopped.

“Oh, heaven help me,” I moaned as my clit buzzed in frustration.

“Did I do that right?” he asked.

“Jesus, do you even need to ask? One more second and I would have come.”

“You would have?”

I opened my eyes and stared down at his wet chin hovering over my mound. “Yes, Josh, you did that perfect, more than perfect. But now, now I just need you to get inside me.”

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He grinned, a smile that held more than a little male pride and a good dose of lust. “I’ll get a condom.” He left the bed and scrabbled in the pocket of his jeans.

Returning, he pushed down his boxers and tossed them aside.

I looked at his cock, looked at his face, looked back at his cock. It was a truly magnificent cock, thick and long and circumcised. The slit was wide, the groove beneath the glans deep. The shaft that rose from a neat thatch of blond pubic hair was a deep rose color with a single straight vein running up the center of the underside.

“Laura,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

“Are you sure?”

I caught his gaze. “You have a very lovely cock,” I said, then realized never before had I complimented a guy on the appearance of his dick.

He smiled, tore the condom wrapper and pulled out the thin circle of latex. “Thanks, and you have a very nice pussy, not that I’m an expert.”

A small giggle escaped my lips. We were being so polite.

Within seconds the condom was on and he was laying over me, elbows bent either side of my head as he took his weight.

His cock brushed my hip. Any moment of humor left us.

“Josh,” I breathed, “put your fingers inside me first, so you know what it feels like without latex.”

He shifted and did as I asked, his aim surprisingly accurate. “You’re so hot,” he murmured.

I gasped and clenched around him. He’d slid all the way in, two fingers at least until his knuckles butted against my outer lips.

“And so wet. I can’t wait, Laura, I want to be inside you so badly it’s hurting my dick.”

“Get in,” I said. “No more messing about. Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

Pulling his fingers from my pussy, he reared upward. Fisted his shaft and aimed the head between my legs. “Fuck, yeah, this is it,” he said in a low growling voice. “Goodbye virginity.” He pushed in, just an inch, stretching my entrance around his glans.

I groaned at the sublime rigidity and the sheer size of his cock; it was almost pain, an edgy pleasure.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone strained.

“Yes, oh, yes, Josh, that’s so good. Please more.”

He obliged and rode in—he didn’t stop, kept on pushing until he was buried to the hilt.

As I struggled to accommodate him, I scrabbled for his shoulders and pulled him down for a hot kiss. Gone were the gentle hesitant lips of before. Now he claimed my mouth with wild possession, his tongue darting in and his stubble-dusted chin grazing mine. He tasted of me mixed with man and wine and chocolate cake.

He groaned and moaned my name. I groaned too as his pubic bone made hard contact with my clit.

“Oh, yes, oh, oh, so tight,” he said between kisses. “You’re so tight the whole way inside you. Right up to the top of your pussy your muscles are squeezing my cock like they’ll never let go.”

“God, you’re so big, so damn hard.”

He dropped his head onto the pillow, and his hot breaths were like a storm by my ear. I locked my arms over his broad shoulders, delighting in the acres of perfect flesh. Twisted my legs with his thighs and held him just where I wanted him. “I’m not going to break. Make me come, Josh, make me come and I’ll squeeze your cock in a way you’ve never felt before.”

I knew it wouldn’t take long to find my climax, so I didn’t worry that he might make the finish line within the next few minutes.

The steeliness of his cock told me he wasn’t far off, as did the sheen of perspiration growing between his shoulder blades.

He withdrew a little and thrust back in, giving an unholy praise to the Lord as he did so.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, oh, yes,” I said, raising my hips to meet his thrust.

We set up a smooth rhythm, his body gliding against mine perfectly inside and out. The friction building to dizzy heights. My clit was on the verge of take-off.

“Oh, I’m coming, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I cried, clawing my fingers down his back. “That’s it.” I toppled over the edge and let my orgasm claim me in a spectacular series of violent contractions that hugged his shaft over and over.

“Yes, yes, that’s…argh…argh…fuck,” he shouted into the pillow. “Oh, my God, Laura, Laura…I can’t, it’s here.”

I held him tight as his big, dense body shook and trembled. Deep within me I could feel him filling the condom. His cock spurting out his pleasure.

After holding his breath for a several long seconds he groaned wild and abandoned, found my mouth and kissed me as though his life depended upon it.

I took what I could, feeding off his intense experience, recording every twitch and sound he made in my memory. For this was a fuck I would remember for a very long time.

“Ah, sweetie, that was something else,” he said, lifting his weight a fraction.

I glanced down at where my sweat-laced breasts pressed up against his chest. We were both still breathing rapidly.

“Tell, me about it,” I said, clenching his cock with my pussy muscles.

“Ah, ah…how do you do that? It’s awesome.”

I did it again.

He groaned and pulled out, dropped onto his back. “Are you trying to finish me off? It’s a good job I’m fit. That whole thing would have given me a heart attack otherwise.”

I flipped onto my side, bent my elbow to support my head and gazed at him. His cock, still wearing the condom, lay in a curve over his pubic hair. His hands were spread on his shifting chest.

“So?” I asked, between gasps for air. “What did you think?”

He turned to me. “That was amazing, thank you so much.”

“No thanks required. In case you hadn’t noticed I had a pretty good time myself.”

“Oh, I noticed all right, it was good before you climaxed, like really fucking good, then when you did, I’m afraid I couldn’t last another second. I had no idea feeling you come would be so intense for me.”

I grinned. “Which made it perfect. Coming together is the most fun.”

“Mmm, tell me about it.” He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose. “I didn’t get rough with you, did I?”

“No, not at all, just how I like it.” I dropped to the pillow, suddenly incredibly weary.

“Laura,” he said, scooping my body against his. “I don’t want to leave you tonight. I want to stay here, with you.”

“That’s fine by me.” My heart soared. He wasn’t going to fuck and run. Thank goodness. I closed my eyes and sank against his warm chest.

An image of Nick, walking away from us in the restaurant filled my mind. The stoic way he’d held his shoulders, the purposefulness of his strides. I suddenly realized what a lot of courage it was taking Nick to let his husband, the love of his life, have one night with another person. “But what about Nick?” I asked quietly.

“He’ll be okay. He told me not to rush.”

I nodded. “But do you really think he’ll be okay?”

Josh hugged me closer.

“Yes, we’ve talked this through, a lot, and he’s one hundred percent supportive of me spending the night with a woman, spending the night with you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, absolutely, it’s something that’s been on the cards for many years, and, Laura, I’m so glad it’s you. I couldn’t imagine it being anyone else, not now.” He slid his palm over my butt and urged me to tangle my legs with his. “And perhaps, if you’re agreeable, sexy lady, we can give each other pleasure all over again when we’ve recovered. I have other positions I’d like to try out.”

Thoughts of Nick flew from my mind, and although I’d just orgasmed, another tide of lust swelled within me.

Fuck Josh again. Oh, yes please.

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