Joy Ride by Desiree Holt (reading a book TXT) 📕

When he used his thumbs to open the lips of her pussy, she arched up to him in silent urging. His tongue teased her clit before sliding along her slit and thrusting inside. She wrapped her legs around his neck to pull him in tighter, and his low laugh rumbled through her body. He could tell how ready for him she was.

“I love you,” he murmured, rising over her, his mouth on hers as he shared her flavor. “You are everything to me.”

“I love you, too. Even more.”

“Mine.” The word rumbled in his throat. His hands shook as he grabbed a condom and rolled it on then positioned himself, ready to enter her. “All mine.”

“Yes.” Her answer was a whisper. “Yours.”

Very slowly, he pushed inside her, drawing it out so the thick length of his cock brushed every nerve in the sensitive tissues of her cunt.

“Ohhh,” she sighed.

He held himself in place for a long time, watching her face, sending her messages with his eyes and his body. And then he began to move. Slowly first, then faster, one hand sliding between them to find her engorged clit. She felt so good gripping him with her tight, wet heat. He didn’t want the ride to end, but his control, what there was left of it, was rapidly eroding.

In and out he moved, his thumb moving in rhythm with his hips, until she cried out in pleasure and need. Almost there. Almost…almost….

Now, now, now.

The words boomed in his head. And then they shattered, together, her body clamping down on him, his shaft pulsing inside the grip of her walls. They flew. That was the only description for what was happening. They soared and tumbled, cartwheeling in an explosion of fireworks as spasm after spasm rocked them both.

Then they were still, breath ragged, hearts thundering as their bodies attempted to recover. Marc kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, before rolling to the side and taking her with him, their bodies still connected.

Music Lady pushed damp strands of hair from his forehead and looked up at him, her face still flushed, her eyelids heavy. She wet her lips, the sexy little sweep of her tongue that drove him wild.

“I have something to tell you. Well, a couple of somethings.”

Her name? Finally? There’s nothing holding her back now.

“What is it, ML?”

“Last Sunday was my birthday. I was…going to tell you my name. As kind of a celebration. Especially when the concert went so well.”

Misery clenched his gut as memories of Sunday night stabbed him like sharp swords.

“Ah, babe.” He rubbed his hand over his face.

“There really wasn’t time before the concert and afterward….”

“Afterward it got ruined for you. Shit, shit, shit.” He closed his eyes briefly. “I am so very sorry. I’d do anything to—”

“Shh.” She pressed her fingers to his lips. “It’s okay. Really. That’s all over and done with. In the past.” The look on her face told him she meant what she said. “We can still celebrate. Just a little late. This birthday and all the birthdays to come. Mine and yours. Anyway.” She swallowed. “I just wanted you to know because I had planned to tell you some other things that night, too.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah? Like what?”

“Well, one I’ve already told you, but I’ll keep repeating it forever. I love you.” She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I won’t lie. This started out as a joy ride, a heady thrill, a whole new world for me. But now….”

“Now?” he prompted, his body tense.

“Now I want the joy ride to last for the rest of my life.”

His cock flexed inside her and the tension eased. “We may have things to work through, you know,” he said. “I want to be sure you know that. Like the tour and all the other things coming up.”

“I know. I’m ready for whatever comes, Marc. Just as long as we’re together.”

“That’s one thing that will never change.”

“And I want to write.”

“Yeah?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Write what? You know, I don’t even have any idea what kind of work you do.”

She made a face. “Boring. Just like the rest of my life used to be. I, um, edit textbooks.”

Marc did his best not to laugh, knowing that would be a huge mistake. He just couldn’t see his Music Lady sitting in a dreary office editing monotonous books day after day. Not when she was so full of life.

“So what is this secret dream of yours? What do you really want to do?”

She ducked her head, not looking at him as she spoke. “I want to write fiction. Romance novels. And try to get published.”

“Then I think that’s what you should do. Quit your job if you want to. I’ll be making good money now, with more ahead of us.”

“Really?” Now she looked up at him. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do. Everyone should be able to follow their dream.”

“After all this time I want to chase mine.”

“No problem, babe. I’ll even give up my exercise room so you can have a home office.” A thought struck him. “We are going to live here, right? I mean, I love this house. And we can always add on, but if…”

“Hush. Yes, of course. I’m only renting so moving isn’t a problem. Besides, it would be a shame to leave this place after you’ve put so much work into it.”

“I’ll do anything, figure anything out, to make sure it works for us. I hope you know that. I just want you to be sure. About us.”

“I am. More than sure. All the rest of the stuff? The tour? My folks? Just details. This, right here, is what counts the most.”

Marc was afraid his heart would crack; it was so full. “Does this mean you’ll stay and let me take you to breakfast?” he asked, smiling.

She laughed, a wonderful, musical sound. “I never go to breakfast with men who don’t know my name.”

Was this some kind of game? They were past that, right?