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“I told you it was my turn,” she said as
she licked the last of herself from her lips. Josiah could only nod while the
lump in throat tried to find passage downward.

Susan unbuttoned his jeans slowly, never
turning her gaze from him. She didn’t release his cock from his pants once she’d
pulled the zipper down, but instead ran the palm of her hand against his
thickness. His head fell to his shoulder when she replaced her hand with her mouth
against his cock. Although her lips caressing his flesh would have been more
pleasing, there was something very erotic about the way she worked his cock
with her mouth through his boxers while her fingernails made a path from his
chest to the strength of his stomach. Josiah leaned back on his elbows and with
hooded eyes watched as she finally pulled his cock free and licked the tip,
tasting just a bit of what he had to offer. Her fingers wrapped tightly around
his shaft, stroking from base to tip as she lightly caressed the skin near the
base of his cock with her fingernails then repeated the action until he thought
he might come in that moment.

Closing his eyes, he allowed himself the
pleasure of feeling her hand glide along the length of his shaft, his breathing
becoming increasingly shallow with each stroke of his cock. The unhurried motion
of her hand stopped abruptly. His eyes flew open at the stillness of her hand. He
was uncertain of the meaning, wondering silently if she were having second
thoughts. Maybe they should have talked more. He hadn’t even asked her how she
was handling the death of her mother before he’d carried her to this bed. Could
this be a reminder of their last time together, how she’d missed out at being
at her mother’s side because of him? Maybe it was the reason she stopped her
actions?

She gave him the answer that he searched
for when she smiled up at him and tucked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans
and boxers. She slowly slid them from his hips, releasing him completely of the
barrier. As she busied herself with the task of undressing him, he swiftly
pulled her ponytail loose the spread her long tresses against his thighs,
tangling his fingers into her hair. In a swift movement, he bent his head to
hers and meshed his lips to mouth. He teased the seam of her lips until she
opened up to him then greedily accepted the moan she afforded him.

Slowly and methodically, Susan grazed
Josiah’s thighs with her fingernails until she reached the heavy girth of his
sex then leisurely ran the palm of her hand up the underside of his shaft,
following the path with gentle kisses. When she reached the head of his cock,
she slid her palm over the tip, the moisture of his excitement coating her hand
as she made the path again down on the opposite side of his shaft. As she
skimmed the silky flesh of his manhood, she wrapped her lips tightly around him,
taking him completely in her mouth as her fingers around the base followed the
movement of her lips. The pressure of her hand along with the tightness of her
mouth demanded movement from his hips. With each thorough sweep, his hips moved
desperately while the hardness of his cock intensified within the heat of her
mouth. His fingers intertwined tighter within the strands of hair he held on to
and as she took him deeper each time. He voiced his pleasure, offering up to
her his praise the only way possible in that moment. Her movements fluctuated
from greedy need to lazy ministrations. She brought him to the edge of an
orgasm then eased off just before he thought his release was approaching. The
teasing became more erotic each time she brought him close to orgasm, suddenly
his need to feel the release less important than the getting there.

Pulling her lips from his cock, he felt disappointment
until she crawled up his thighs and straddled his legs. Her palms splayed over
the expanse of his chest as she lowered her wet slick heat slowly onto the
blunt crown of his sex with the movements of a seductress. With just the tip
past the entrance to her core she slowly rode him, the feel of her pussy
welcoming him then releasing him, giving him an abundance of pleasure with that
simple movement. He wanted more than just a taste, though, more than just a
small portion, he wanted all of her. He also didn’t want to rush the moment and
he knew if he took control of the situation, he’d have her on her back and
driving his cock so deep within her that she’d feel it in the deepest part of
her soul.
Slow
, he reminded himself as she watched him with a smile on
her face while she teased him with this unhurried ride she was on.

Josiah slid his fingertips along the
flesh of her thighs, traveling up to her hips continuing to the scrumptious
breasts that summoned his touch. He took them within the strength of his hands,
his thumb grazing each nipple simultaneously bringing them to tight pebbles as
her slow ride altered to more enthusiastic movements. Susan’s head fell back,
her eyes squeezed tight and he bottom lip pinched between her teeth as her body
climbed to the peak of her release. Josiah smiled as he watched in awe, his
hands growing tighter around her breasts as she neared her completion. She
looked absolutely beautiful riding his cock. His eyes traveled from her face to
where their bodies met, his cock making an appearance then disappearing as her
body took all of him then released only a portion. Her nails dug into the
muscles of his chest when she found her release. Her voice never more sweet
than now, echoed in his ear.

Once the motion of her body slowed,
Josiah flipped Susan to her back, never breaking contact with her. He placed the
back of her knees in the crook of his elbows and thrust his cock until he could
go no deeper. The pressure of her palms against his shoulders and the piercing
of her nails were a sweet contradiction he welcomed. Each thrust of his hips
brought on new sensations, between the tightness of her walls around his cock
and the pressure of her nails in his skin she squeezed from him the release he
had ached for since the last time he’d been buried deep within her body. With
his release so near, the thundering of his heart pounded within his ears as his
body took full possession of hers. The tingling in his toes strengthened and began
to travel the path to his groin. When he felt his release upon him, he pulled
himself from her body, allowing his essence to spill onto her stomach.

Had Josiah not been so caught up earlier
in feeling the connection he’d desired for the last two months, he would have
pulled the condom from his wallet and not spilled on her like this. It almost
shamed him that he had, until her fingers found the wetness released from his
body and pressed it into her skin as if what she’d been given was a treasure
she refused to let go of. He rolled to his side, pulling her so that her back
was pressed to his chest and his arm wrapped around her waist.

“Thank you,” he whispered into her ear
on a ragged breath.

Susan pulled his arm tighter around her.
“No, thank you.”

Chapter 29

Josiah sat in the kitchen of the home
Madison still owned, reading the morning newspaper and waiting on Susan. He
hadn’t bought the house because Rowan and Madison had decided that the
investment of renting made more sense than selling, so instead he signed a
lease and moved his things in shortly after he’d gone back to Texas to retrieve
everything he owned. He was more than fine with the arrangement. Although the
place sat on a beautiful lot of land, and he woke every morning with the sight
of a clear sky along with the blue ocean beckoning for his company, he’d always
envisioned himself with a little more space, and with neighbors not so close. This
would only be temporary.

The ringing of the doorbell had him
folding up the paper, swallowing the last bit of his coffee and swiftly making
his way to the door. He knew who it was, had been anticipating her arrival
since he’d woken up this morning. Once his mind had pushed away the sleep of
last night, his thoughts had caught up to where his body had been for who knew
how long. The past month he’d always woken with the need of Susan’s body
pressed to his, even though it was a rare occasion when she would stay over. She’d
said that it was her way of taking things slow. If she stayed over too often
then she’d have to leave some of her things for the morning and she just wasn’t
prepared for that. In all honesty, he supposed he wasn’t either. He was more
than happy with how well things were going and willing to go at her pace,
however slow she chose for it to go.

Swinging the door open, Susan stood
before him, always more beautiful than the last time he saw her. Her blond hair
styled how she often kept it…in a tight ponytail. He didn’t mind that she wore
it that way. Although he thought she was even more beautiful with it down and flowing,
he loved being able to pull it free and run his fingers through the long
strands. More often than not, he enjoyed that during their most intimate times.
She wore a pink tank-top over what was his favorite turquoise bikini and a pair
of cut off denim shorts that frayed at the edges. The black flip-flops she wore
drew attention to her painted hot pink toenails as the color so clearly
demanded attention. He wrapped his arms around Susan’s waist and brought her
mouth up to his before she spoke a word. He would never grow tired of the way
her mouth fit perfectly with his or the sweet taste of strawberries that always
lingered on her lips. Nor would he ever tire of the way she would always
require that he ask permission with his tongue to have access to the heat of
her mouth.

Josiah traced the seam of her lips until
she moaned into his mouth then he took possession of the sweetness that awaited
him. He lost track of time, uncaring how long they stood in each other’s embrace,
enjoying the feel of her body next to his. He cared even less in the moment, that
Tessa had called him already before Susan arrived, several times as a matter of
fact, wondering why he and Susan hadn’t made it down to the sand yet. All he
wanted was to take his time and enjoy the pleasure that Susan offered him
without restraint.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said against
her lips once they both reluctantly broke the kiss.

“Mmmmm. I so love the way you say good
morning. You should say it more often, no matter what time of the day it is,” she
responded once he lowered her to her feet.

“I’d greet you more properly, but I’m
sure that if we make Cade and Tessa wait any longer for us, we will find Tessa
knocking down the door,” he said with a wink.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll let you greet
me just right later today, I promise. Besides, I believe I’m due for a proper
surfing lesson.”

“What? I gave you a suitable surfing
lesson the last time we were in the water.”

Susan laughed as they walked down the
steps from the front door, Josiah shutting it securely behind him. “Yes, but if
you remember correctly, you never got a chance to show me how to actually mount
the board,” she reminded him.

Josiah grabbed his surfboard from where it
rested against the front of the house and wrapped his arm around Susan’s
shoulders. “Honey, believe me when I tell you that you have the mounting
process down to a t.”

****

Susan wrapped up the last paragraph on
the article she’d finally put together for the newspaper on military personnel
who come home from war. With everything that had happened over the past seven
and a half months, between her mother then Josiah’s move and his subsequent new
job, the article had been put on hold until recently. True to his word though,
Josiah had given her the interview she’d asked him for months ago. He even went
so far as to set her up to interview some of his buddies he served with in
Afghanistan. Some had been as blessed as Josiah, having a terrific support
group to come home to, a few had not and they were still dealing with the effects
of war, even after a year of being away from it and back in the states.

As she cleaned up the last few sentences
of the article before sending it off to be edited and printed, she felt an
overwhelming sense of pride in this particular piece. Partially because of its
content, but mostly because the article had been something she and Josiah
worked on together. Although, she found more often than not, if they tried to
work on it within the confines of either of their homes, the interview rapidly
shifted to other more exciting endeavors. Those of which had nothing to do with
the writing of the piece and everything to do with the pleasure they had to
offer each other.

Susan laughed at the memory of it as she
attached the article to an email to Dominick. Just as she hit the send button,
Josiah poked his head into her cubicle without a word. He should have been at
his office seeing patients, not towering over her now with a concerned look on
his face. She pushed her chair away from her desk and jumped to her feet.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her breathing
rapidly increasing.

“Nothing is wrong. Seems as if baby
Maggie as decided it’s time to venture out into the world, though. Rowan and
Madison are at the hospital about to welcome her. He called wanting us there.”

 Susan snatched up her purse, let
Dominick know she was ducking out for the day, and took quick steps to exit the
building toward Josiah’s car. When she realized she was several feet in front
of him and he lazily walked behind her, she turned on him with her hands on her
hips, her purse dangling from her wrist.