Backstage // Josh & Jake Kiszka

Part 7

He was gentle with you at first. Standing at the foot of the bed, undressing slowly as you laid against his wall of pillows. It was positioned so that the bed was facing the window, a juliette balcony overlooking the expanse of woodland beyond.

But it was too dark to see. The pale light of the lamp beside the bed reflected his body in the glass as he threw his clothes down. And you could truly marvel at the sight of him breathing heavily as he regarded you sprawled out like that.

He was hard and soft in all the right places. His skin alabaster and peach, flushed at the cheeks and smooth to the touch. There wasn't a single part of Josh that didn't excite you. From the curve of his arms to the subtle glimmer of the silver sword that dangled from his left ear.

"Come here." You called, reaching out to him as he knelt into the mattress and came to rest between your legs.

He sank into a kiss that was deep enough to weaken you, even as you laid beneath him. You could taste champagne and a sweetness that was all him. His tongue lapping against yours, lips opening and closing with each velvetine stroke. And when he pulled away to explore your reaction, he smiled and sealed your fate.

"I'm nervous." He confessed, although his body would argue the contrary. "Why am I so nervous?"

You could feel him between your thighs, resting against your flesh. Rock solid and pulsing with a strong blood flow that beat in time with his heart.

"Look at me." You replied, laying gentle kisses to the hair at his chin. "We don't have to do anything tonight, if only this."

This territory was new for you. Men were often the instigators of the kind of sex that was far more violent than the way Josh was poised. There wasn't a single shred of violence in the way he caressed you, leaving you boundless and quivering for the type of love only he could provide.

He shook his head vehemently. "No. I need to fuck you."

He gently pressed himself further into you. Just enough that the tip of his penis came to rest just outside the realms of your labia. Teasing and coaxing your wetness to increase, making you gasp for the first time. Something which seemed to please him as he retreated.

"Hmmm, now where are you going?" You asked playfully, running your hands through his curls as his mouth travelled down your centre.

He came to rest at your mound and looked up, his chin resting on your line of soft hair.

"I want you to tell me how you like to be touched." He said, the reflection of his body flexing as he spread you open sending chills down your spine.

You propped yourself up a little, angled perfectly to view his face as he saw you bloom for the first time. His pupils visibly dilated and his lips parted.

"Soft and slow." You replied, "Featherlight, not too much pressure. And don't penetrate, not yet."

His jaw tightened as you spoke. Licking his lips in anticipation as he gently slid a fingertip down your core, eliciting a sharp intake of breath that he held until he found the hard shell of your clit. Exhaling wildly as he pulled back the hood, his breath warm against your skin.

"Like this?" He asked, making gentle strokes around it before sliding the tip of his thumb over.

You were intensely throbbing. Every single one of your senses ignited. You nodded, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you hummed your approval. The joy it brought to him to see you like that was unmatched. You studied his face in the lamp light as he leaned over your inner thigh, balancing himself between your legs as he stroked you to absolute submission.