Thank you Universe or God or Lady Luck or whoever decided to bless me with the opportunity to be in the same room as Joe's thighs and then the opportunity to spread them. It certainly don't seem like the mirtazapine has done owt to her sex drive or ability to feel pleasure, judging by the way she grips my hair.
Or maybe it's thanks to the audio erotica recording we decided to try for additional stimulation to counter the antidepressants. I'm just hoping the whole singing to your plants thing I've been doing for years is a myth cause I don't wanna know what this will do to them. They're probably wishing I had moved them out of the room first. At least I turned Edwin The Build-A-Bear around so he's looking out the window.
Despite my best efforts to make sex romantic and special, browsing porn with another person started out much more funny than hot. I thought we might laugh ourselves to exhaustion, then take a nap. But we got the giggling under control eventually and now the only sound flowing past Joe's lips is the praise she gives me.
Thanks to our "practice" I'm more than knowledgeable in the ways Joe likes to be eaten out. Where to suck and where to lick and where to blow. And where to bite. It don't take long before she's telling me to keep going "just like that".
By the time the final wave of her orgasm has passed, I'm more out of breath than she is. My words stumble between panting. 'Told ya it would be fine.'
Joe stares at me incredulously though I only grin as I crawl up her body to kiss her. She don't punish me for my smugness. Rather, she pulls me closer.
It allows her to sit up and push me to do the same without breaking the kiss. It's only after she has snogged me entirely breathless that Joe pulls away and grabs my phone, unlocking it to pause the audio.
'I'm going to make this last longer than five minutes to torture you a little,' she explains. 'And, well, knowing you...'
Rather than blush, all I do is smirk. 'You should take it as a compliment. I promise you I'm not normally like that.'
'That's because normally people aren't interested in how you feel.' She holds my jaw to keep my eyes on hers. Not that I'd look anywhere else. Well... I would. 'This is all about how you feel though.'
'What do I do with my hands?' I ask and, this time, I do blush.
A laugh escapes out of her. It melds into a grin before she can apologise. 'I can tie them behind your back if that makes it easier for you. Oh... or maybe not. Would that be triggering?'
'I–' By this point, I can't really think. All I know is that I'm safe. I'm always safe with Joe. 'I want that.'
Joe watches me, her eyes shifting between each of mine until she's assured I'm not only trying to please her. 'Okay. Well, we need a safe word if you don't like it. Or the head in general.'
She tells me to pick and suddenly I don't know a single word in the English language. All I manage is to echo, 'Safe word?'
'The safe word can't be "safe word".'
'Why not? I'll forget it otherwise.'
Joe begrudgingly accepts it and climbs off the bed only to trip on my laptop charger. She finds the tie she wore to dinner on the floor. 'Turn around.'
I do so as quickly as humanly possible, dropping my feet to the carpet and holding my wrists together without needing to be told. Joe crawls back into bed behind me. My heart speeds up, thudding into my ribs at every lick of the silk against my skin until it's knotted.
Joe kisses my shoulder. 'Is it okay?'
I nod, try to gather enough breath to say it's alright but all the syllables scramble on my tongue. There's no panic; I know I'm safe with her. A buzz gathers in my muscles—the good kind, the kind that has me trying to reach out to her only to remember that I can't.
I expect her to climb off the bed now that she's done but Joe settles behind me, knees on either side. She grazes her manicured nails down my arm, sowing goosebumps along the trail before soothing them with kisses. Every time I go to turn, she guides my head to face forward and so I fixate my stare on the rash of chipped paint on the wall and the candlelight that sways across it.
My focus jolts from it when Joe's hand skates down my stomach. Her laugh lathers onto my neck, as mocking as it is loving. 'I'll have to blindfold you too if you don't stop trying to look at me.'
The noise that leaves me can only be described as pathetic.
She teases the waistband of my boxers. 'Would you like that?'
'Yes.'
'Next time then. This time you'll just have to be really good and keep your eyes closed. I know you can do it.'
Now she's trying to kill me.
Joe allows me to catch her gaze over my shoulder, kind and reassuring. With her smile of encouragement, I face forward and shut my eyes. I have to keep reminding myself to keep them shut, focus only on keeping them shut.
The anticipation multiplies my lust until every whisper of her breath makes me squirm. Joe clearly enjoys it, teasing me with ticklish touches when I least expect them: the side of my thigh first and the top of my spine next. Her lips seal to my shoulder, to my neck, to my jaw. There will be hickeys there when I open my eyes. I can already hear Caleb's jokes. Still, I beg her to leave more. I want everyone to see. Everyone will see that Josephine Rawlins wants me.
When Joe finally feels me through my boxers, I have to dig my nails into my knees to keep my eyes from flying open. She rubs me through the fabric which is not even a slight deterrence to the pleasure.
'Are you okay?'
'Better.'
'Good. Tell me if you want to slow down or stop.' A kiss. 'You're so hard for me already. Such a good boy. Don't do that,' she adds, somehow knowing that I'm physically biting my tongue. 'I want to hear everything.'
So I leave my mouth ajar, leave every sound unfiltered as she slides her hand into my boxers. My chin falls to my chest. Joe takes it as a sign to stroke faster until I only stay upright thanks to her arm across my shoulders that seals me to her chest.
I'm a hairline from the edge when Joe stops. Her hand retreats. Next beat, I can't feel her body heat at all. The mattress dips. Her feet pad on the floor. I keep my eyes shut, even as the hairs at the back of my neck stand. She could literally kill me if she wanted. I wouldn't see anything coming and my hands are tied.
Picking up on my anxiety, she caresses my thigh. 'I'm right here. Can I kiss you?'
'Please.'
'Keep your eyes closed.'
I can only nod before her breath weaves with mine, still playing with her power over me before she leans in. I allow her to lead me in the kiss as in everything else. Joe takes charge so naturally I can't believe she's the same person I met last August who could barely say a sentence without grimacing, certainly not the sort of commands she gives me now without a hint of apology.
When Joe finally pulls my boxers off and settles between my legs, my body is barely holding together. She reminds me one more time to use the safe word if I need it, that she won't be disappointed if I do. She reminds me to wait for permission before I come. Then her mouth is on me and I fall apart exactly as she told me I would.
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NIKKI & JOE, CASUALLY | ✓
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