Chapter 5

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Joe’s lips trailed over my neck, and removed the already undone bra from my chest, and he took a moment to take the sight of them in, before inhaling my right one in his mouth, causing my nipple to harden under his lips. Oh fuck, this man, I swear. I moaned softly, but repeatedly, as he moved to the other, repeating the same sweet tongue torture as he gave the other. He kissed down my stomach, undoing my jeans, and pushing them from my hips. He yanked on his belt, before removing his own jeans, leaving us both in just our underwear. He moved up to kiss me hard on the lips, our bare chests, pressing together, causing us both to moan into each others lips.

“Oh my god, Joe...” I moaned. His lips trailed over my neck once more. and he moaned against it, his hard on pressing hard against my panty clad center, which was already dripping with excitement for him.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, rolling my panties off my hips. He kissed over my now exposed womanhood, causing my back to arch and a loud moan to escape my lips. He kissed back up my body, and the second I could reach, I snaked my hand into his boxers to grab a hold of him. OH MY GOD! He’s HUGE! Oh my god... this was gonna be better than I thought. Oh my god. I pushed his boxers from his hips, to let his now exposed member to press against my thigh.

“Birth control?” he asked, his fingers trailing between my folds, to gather the wetness I was collecting. I nodded and he wiped it over his throbbing member, before aligning himself with my entrance. He pressed slowly, getting just the head in at first. Yes, this was gonna be a tight fit. I moaned softly, him mirroring my noise in a low grunt. He pushed a little further, slowly inching his way in, before every last of his ten inches was pressed into me.

“Oh, my god, Joe, so big,” I moaned, “Slow... Go slow...” He nodded against my neck and he slowly pulled out, before entering me again slowly.

“Oh god... oh god... Joe... son of a bitch...” I moaned. He started to pull out, push back in and pull out in this amazing slow torture, but good fucking god, every nerve ending was screaming in anticipation for him. He moaned softly against my neck, sucking at the skin, as his elbows propped under my arms, gripping me to him, my arms tight around his torso.

“Oh, god, faster, Please Joe, go faster,” I begged. He moved to hold himself up on his arms, and started to push faster, causing my moans to increase.

“Oh fuck, god, Malls, so good,” he moaned, no longer waiting for my permission to go faster, moving at a speed and force I didn’t know a human body could go. He placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, but it was no use, this man was a sex god, causing my body to explode into orgasm, cumming for him in buckets after only 5 minutes of his hips movements. We must have continued for a good half an hour, before he collapsed onto me, his hips becoming thunderous, as he shot his load deep into me, a low drawn out groan leaving his throat.

“Fuuuccckkk,” he moaned, before coming to a stop and his body shaking and tensing against mine.

“Good, fucking god, Joe, your amazing,” I breathed, the sweat from out bodies, causing a weird suction noise as he rolled to his back.I laid there, chest heaving, begging for more air in my lungs. He ran his hands through his hair, before pulling my naked body to his.

“I never wanna do that with anyone else...” he breathed, “That was the best sex any two people could ever have... Fuck god damn, Mallory, your body is golden, inside and out.” I giggled and kissed his sweaty chest, the salt from it, causing my body to shiver.

“Do you regret it?” I asked softly, looking up at him. He shook his head.

“Not for a second...” he whispered. I smiled and nodded.

“Me neither,” I said, kissing his lips. He placed his boxers over his hips, before going out to retrieve our shirts, then coming back in to lay next to me. I had my underwear back on and he gave me his shirt to throw over my head. I put it on and he smiled.

“That looks better on you, than me,” he said, pulling my body close to his, his hands rubbing my back.

“Mmm... and I think you look better shirt less,” I giggled. He smiled and kissed my lips, before I turned to put my back to his front. He wrapped his arms tight around my waist, his face buried at the back of my neck, letting his nose nuzzle in my hair.

“Good night, beautiful,” he whispered, kissing the back of my head.

“Good night, Joey J,” I whispered, holding his arms tight around me. Falling asleep wrapped in Joe’s arms only intensified this amazing feeling I felt for him. He was beautiful, genuine, perfect. He was amazing in every way, and this journey we were about to embark on was literally wrapped in each other’s arms, buried in my heart, and following the rhythm of his slow breathing. I let my eyes close, and just as I was about to drift off I heard him whisper softly into my hair.

“I think I love you....” he mumbled. I sighed in content, but decided it was best to assume he was talking in his sleep, till he spoke again, “Mallory... did you hear me?”

“What? yeah... I just assumed you were sleeping,” I stated. He shook his head no in my neck.

“I think I love you too....” I responded, his arms tightened gently around me, kissing my shoulder.

“Good....” he confirmed. There it was... in less than 24 hours, I had every girls dream, found the perfect guy, had love at first sight, and experienced the most amazing sex that ever existed. I was unsure how this would go, because, like everyone always says, love that happens this fast, is either not love, or ends up crashing and burning. I hoped neither of those was true. I kept telling myself that night Joe and I were different. That we could make it through the doubters, the haters.... But no one really knew about us.... Not the ones that mattered. His family, mine.... we were still a secret, and that bothered me more than anything... But for now, I had Joe.... and he was it for me... No one could ever compare, and no other boyfriends had anything on him. If him and I didn’t work out, he would be what every man after him would be compared to, but I wasn’t too worried about that, because this was it...... Joe... Me.... Love... could only be perfect... Right?

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