Chapter 131: Surviving Paris
Josh
I can feel her heart racing as I press her against the window.
Her breath hitches as I trail my fingers up her thigh, feeling the goosebumps rise beneath my touch.
"Josh," she whispers, her eyes darkening with desire.
I smirk, my hand slipping beneath her shirt to cup her breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. "Let me, Hailey," I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. I feel her heat radiating from her body and I know she won’t try to stop me.
With a swift motion, I unbuttoned her jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing in the silent room. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs.
I kneel before her, my hands on her hips. I smile to myself as I feel her anticipation. Her body is trembling under my touch, and I fucking love it.
"Josh...you don’t have to..." she starts, but I cut her off. I swing her legs over my shoulders, my face between her legs. My tongue flicks out to taste her. She gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into my skin.
I can feel her body responding to me, her hips arching slightly, trying to get closer to me. I hold her hips firmly, controlling her movements as I explore her with my tongue. I circle her clit slowly, then flick it quickly, changing my rhythm, keeping her guessing.
Her whispers turn into soft moans, and she’s begging me not to stop. "Don’t stop, Josh. Please don’t stop," she pleads, and I’m fucking thrilled that I have this effect on her.
I continue to tease and taste, enjoying the power I have over her pleasure. Her legs begin to tremble, and I can feel her body tensing as she gets closer to her climax. I grip her hips tighter, holding her against my mouth as she rides out her orgasm, her cries of pleasure filling the room, echoing around us.