Never Understand Part One ( Johnthen Trent Adult Romance 1) Read Free Page B

eyes, my whole body was saying “fuck me”. But I can hear him saying now, “Patience, Jana, patience.”
    Joshua sat back in the armchair. He had me stand there for a few seconds while he sipped his drink, and looked me over once more, this time with his sexy eyes never leaving my naked body. At the time it made me feel wonderful – so beautiful, sexy and hot. The lustful glint in his eye as he surveyed his property was all part of the turn on and he knew it. He knew I’d seen the bulge in his dress trousers, and that red flush he got around his neck when he was aroused, but it was fine by him. He’d stand there and cup himself through his trousers to rearrange his erection in his pants to make himself comfortable. No fuss, no embarrassment, the arrogant bastard.
    He was a skilled lover, Joshua, but he could be a cold bastard. The more I wanted him, the more he’d play on it, and make me wait and I’d admit it was very erotic, especially at first. He’d notice my nipples, puckered and erect, but he’d only touch me lightly on the sensitive sides of my breasts with the back of his finger. Sometimes he would stand behind me and kiss my neck while his fingers carefully teased over my belly and my hips, tantalizingly close to my clitoris. Finally he’d gently take my nipples in his thumb and forefinger and make me catch my breath. His cock would be jutting hard in my back through the fine wool worsted of his suit trousers. He didn’t mind waiting, Joshua. He just loved to spin it out.
    I’ve sometimes wondered, before and since, how he had this power over me, how he got inside my head so much. Sure he had a great body, and those great eyes, but that wasn’t it. He was well-dressed and earned good money, but that wasn’t it. He had a lovely, good-sized cock, and I’d heard a couple of girls gossip about it. But it wasn’t that either (honestly!) It was two things with Joshua. It was the melting kiss that just lights all those fires and pops all those firecrackers in a girl’s brain.
    And it was the way he fucked me. When he had me naked, he’d carry me to the bed and lie me down. I’d lie there checking out his toned body while he quickly, neatly undressed. Tie, shirt, slip off the shoes, pants, shorts. He wasn’t self-conscious or embarrassed of his body either. His sculpted butt, tanned chest and his steel-hot erection were no big deal to him. He made no effort either to flaunt or to hide.
    Then he’d slide his hot, naked body onto the bed with me and take my wrists artfully in one hand above my head, and then carefully kissing and caressing my neck and breasts, and under my arms, he’d push my legs apart and slip inside me, infinitesimally slowly at first, pulling every atom of sensation from the experience. He’d slowly move his thick, heavy cock inside, like it was never going to stop growing inside me, opening up new realms of sensitivity. Finally, when he’d filled me completely, he’d fuck me slowly, like a craftsman going about his work. Expert, solid, relentless, controlled. He would even slip off his wristwatch and time himself so I didn’t come too soon. He’d build me up slowly. He would gradually keep me hanging on the edge of orgasm, and then, just when it was the right time, he would lunge deep within, deeper than ever, so deep it always made me gasp – every single time. I felt like I was falling backwards, my body tipping into a deep orgasm. Then he’d slowly, rhythmically fuck me so that he sensed where the next orgasm was and he’d make me come again, then again. I had absolutely no choice in the matter. God - he knew what he was doing.
    I knew even then Josh would have made to love to every girl in the same expert way, but so long as I was getting it, what did I care? You could say he lacked passion, except it wasn’t exactly that. The burning eyes, the hot erection and the sheer care he took over it all said otherwise. He had plenty of passion, but for him, I felt it was never