Having a famous cousin isn't what you'd expect. Nothing ever changed except we didn't see each other as much.
Having a boyfriend who looks so much like an angel isn't always what you'd expect. Nothing ever got better like he planned - he always tre...
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Here it was, 3 in the morning, Josh and I are wide awake, laying in his bed just talking. The glow of the TV filled the room as we snuggled close on the bed. Josh's flight to England left at 8:30, so we both didn't sleeping. He would have to sleep on the ride over there, since his photo shoot was right after.
"How long are you gone for again?" I asked, tracing a heart on his chest, over and over. "Just 9 days babe." My lower lip pouted out as I thought about not seeing him every day. "We'll face time, right?" I asked again, peeking up at him through the darkness. "Of course." He replied, smiling down at me. I smiled back and peeked his lips, then cuddle closer to him. "I'm gonna miss you," I whispered, inhaling the scent of his soft sheets. He rolled us over so he was laying on top of me, folding his hands under his chin to rest on my belly.
"I know, Juliet, I'll miss you too." My lips tugged into a smile, but it wasn't genuine. I didn't want to think about leaving him, it put me in a bad moon. Josh distracted me from my thoughts as he started to kissed my stomach, up and in between my boobs, to my neck, then finally my lips. My legs instantly entangled into his as he held himself over me with his strong arms. Our kisses got passionate, my hands started to run over his smooth skin, the muscles in his back and biceps.
Just his kisses could turn me on. Hell, they did. Since we were just in our underwear, I started to grind my hips against his, groaning at the feeling it gave me. Apparently that was enough for him, because his finger tips brushed against my shoulders to take of my bra. His soft lips kissed down my body and to the lining of my underwear. Wasting no time at all, his hands slipped off my underwear and tossed them to the floor. "Babe, I need you," I whispered, running my hand down his arm. He shook his head with the sexiest smirk I'd ever seen. "Not yet, sweetheart. I want this to be all about you."
Oh, so he does know that he's absolutely torturing me. I threw my head back as he started to kiss the inside of my thighs. He got closer and closer to my clit, anticipation rolled through me. Without warning, his tongue started to massage my throbbing sex, my moans unable to be contained. I balled up his bedsheets in my fists, his tongues tasting me deeper by pulling my hips closer to him. My hips subconsciously started to rock back and forth, moans escaping my throat.
This made Josh work harder, his tongue lapping in circles around my clit as he slid on finger in. I tried as hard as I could to not roll my hips, but it wasn't working. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, Josh pulled away and kissed up my body again, to my neck. I shivered as his hand ran down my leg, pull it up around his waist. I felt the tip of him at my opening, slowly sliding in, feeling every inch that descends. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out as he started to push deeper and deeper into me. When I felt him fill me completely, he started to thrust faster, leaning down to kiss me. I ran my hands up his firm chest and set them around his neck, pulling at his hair while the whole bed began to rock.
That's the thing about Josh's bed. I'm sure everyone within a 10 mile radius could hear us. But that's okay, they could probably hear me anyway. I could tell Josh was getting tired, even though his thrusts were harder and faster. When I went to push him down to get on top, he just smiled and shook his head. "I told you, it's all about you." Then he pulled out and told me to roll over, so I did. You don't have to tell me twice!
