Jcs Hitchhiker

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Jack

"Shake your hair," Josh said, holding my hand as we stood on the doorstep of the honeymoon cottage.

"What?" I asked, cocking my head to one side. Weren't we supposed to say something really touching and romantic to each other before we went in here?

"There's birdseed in your hair," Josh said, smiling. "Bend over and shake it out."

"It's in your hair, too," I said, laughing.

Since we hadn't gotten married in a church, the traditional run through the hail of rice had taken place at the end of the reception, with our guests crowding outside as Josh and I sprinted down the sidewalk, holding hands and trying to shield our eyes. Josh had wanted rice, but I pointed out that uncooked rice would hurt, and that eating it made birds explode. Lisann suggested bubbles, but Josh was afraid we'd get soap in our eyes, so I went with birdseed, which had seemed like a great idea at the time, until we ran through it and discovered that it stung as much as rice. Not only that, but Josh had been pelted square in the back with a feed bell, thrown by Joey. I started laughing hysterically, uncontrollably, pointing at it as it rolled across the sidewalk, until a ball of suet smacked me in the chest. I looked up to see Chris, standing next to Joey, grinning, as Carla stood between them laughing, holding a bag which could only contain more bird treats.

"That hurt," I whined, rubbing my chest as I frowned at Josh. They weren't really painful, thankfully being the small kind of seed bells, but I wasn't really looking forward to a Shirley Jackson moment to finish out the day.

"Run!" Josh said, squeezing my hand as we saw Joey and Chris reaching into the bag.

Throughout all of this, as we broke into a sort of fast trot, everyone else kept throwing clouds of birdseed, like we were trapped in a sandstorm. By the time we got clear, followed by cheers and applause, I was spitting birdseed all over the sidewalk, as was Josh, but we both just laughed, and tried to shake it out of the creases in our outfits as we walked to the honeymoon cottage. Technically we probably should have driven, but Josh and I had hidden the Jag the day before, to prevent it from being "decorated" by the rest of the guys. I shook out my hair, and looked back up at Josh, who was having a little more trouble, due to the heavy gelling he had inflicted on his head this morning.

"Hold still," I said, stepping toward him and helping to pull some of the seed out.

"So, is this how you planned on spending our first night as an old married couple?' Josh asked, looking up as he caught my hands in his. I stared into his bright blue eyes, seeing the layers and flecks, the depth and the feeling in them. "Picking seeds out of my hair?"

"The night is young," I said, laughing. "And we haven't even gotten through the door yet."

"That's true," Josh said, producing the key from his pocket. From this point on, everything was Josh's show. I had handled most of the wedding, and Josh was in charge of the honeymoon. I knew we were flying out tomorrow, but didn't even know where. "Jack, would it be, um, really cheesy if, you know, I carried you over the threshold?"

"Not at all," I answered, seeing the hopeful look in his sparkling eyes. His graceful eyebrows arched up as he bent down a little to scoop me up, and I willingly hopped into his arms. His biceps bulged against me as he lifted, and I hooked an arm around his neck to hold myself up while I wondered why I hadn't gotten Josh a sleeveless tuxedo. It felt like I was missing a hell of a show beneath his clothes, and we'd have to see about taking care of that.

Josh swung the door open and I felt my breath catch in my throat. The cottage was beautiful, covered everywhere with candles and bouquets of roses. The heady scent of so many flowers, mixed with floral candles, rolled out toward us like a cloud, and I breathed deep as Josh carried me inside. There were no lights on, but there hundred of candles in the room gave it a soft, flickering glow. I smiled, remembering the time Josh had come to visit me and had filled my apartment with candles. It felt like it had been a million years ago, but Josh's sense of romance could still leave me in awe. The stereo was softly playing some sort of violins, and I could see a bottle of champagne sticking out of an ice bucket on the coffee table, next to a pair of flutes. The bedroom door stood invitingly open, flickering light dancing across the ceiling and the door as I glanced over there, but Josh carried me toward the couch.

"Josh, it's beautiful," I whispered against his neck, feeling him shiver a little as my breath played over him.

"It's all for you," he whispered, turning his head to kiss me. His mouth tasted faintly of champagne from the reception. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I answered, holding on tightly as he carried me to the couch. Josh set me down carefully on the cushions, making me feel very contentedly spoiled, and stood up to remove his jacket, carefully setting it on one of the side chairs as I pulled mine off, wadded it into a ball, and threw it over the back of the couch.

"Do you want some champagne?" Josh asked, smiling, as he reached for the bottle.

"No," I answered, watching his eyebrows shoot up. I grabbed the front of his shirt. "Come here."

Josh chuckled softly as I crushed my mouth down onto his, pulling him up onto the couch toward me. He made a little moaning noise, a warm little sighing sound, as he climbed up, his taut thighs stretching the fabric of his tuxedo pants as he slid his legs down on either side of me. His beard scraped against my chin as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth, fighting with mine, and his eyes were closed in satisfaction. I could feel the firm pressure of his lips against mine and the press of his teeth through them as we worked our faces against each other, doing our best to meld into one.

"Oh, God, Jack," Josh sighed as I slid off of his mouth and began to suck and nibble my way over the side of his jaw and down his neck. My fingers had already disposed of his tie, and they began to tug the buttons of his starched white shirt open.

"I've been waiting for this all day," I sighed as I sucked my way down his neck. Josh's head rolled back above me, offering himself up to my mouth as I nuzzled my way over his silken skin.

I felt the vibration of his throat as he sighed, and tasted that he had worked up a little bit of a sweat with all that dancing. It gave his neck a slightly salty, inviting sort of taste, and I couldn't stop kissing him, sucking it up. My mouth moved down, past his necklace, shoving it aside as I sucked and kissed at the hollow of his throat, and then ran my tongue lightly over his collarbone. My hands were parting his shirt now, spreading it open off of him, and his tanned chest seemed to glow against the gleaming white fabric. I climbed back up to his neck, sucking and biting again, nibbling softly, and heard him sighing above me as his hands ran up and down my back and through my hair. He moaned my name, and I glanced up past the line of his jaw to see his eyes closed in relaxation and satisfaction as I worked my mouth over him.

Josh's skin was smooth but warm as I ran my mouth over it, dropping down over the rise of his pectoral, feeling it shift as his hands moved over me, not pulling, just kneading me caressingly. I felt his heart beating under my lips, feeling it throb in his chest, and knew that it was beating for me. His brown nipple, darkened from all his tanning, brushed my chin, and I licked my way down to it, hearing him whimper a little as I flicked my tongue out over the tip. I ran my tongue in a circle around the edge, tracing it, and then kissed the whole thing into my mouth, sucking lightly, tasting the light salt of the sweat I'd tasted on him before. I caught the tip of his nipple in my teeth, gently, but nibbling a little, tugging at it as I sucked softly, and he groaned even louder as his hands crushed my face against him.

"Jack, Jack," he panted.

My hands were inside his shirt, running up and down his back. I was trying to pull it off of him, but couldn't get it past his shoulders with the way his arms were wrapped around me. I pulled off of his nipple and dragged my tongue across his chest, running it across the curved underside of both pecs, nipping lightly with my teeth. I began to lick up and down his pecs like they were candy, just running my tongue over them like a cat at a bowl of milk, and Josh continued to moan and sigh, his legs shifting as he sat on top of me, tossing his head back. His sighs were a little sharper pitched now, almost like little whimpers, and they only got louder as I fastened my mouth over his other nipple, giving it the same treatment that I had the first one. My hands tugged Josh's shirttails out of his pants and continued playing lightly over the tight muscles of his back.

As my mouth dropped down a little lower, and began crawling over the top ridges of his abs, Josh grabbed my head and pulled me back up his torso, bending my head almost painfully backward as he smashed his mouth down onto mine, pushing me backward into the couch. He fought his way out of his shirt, yanking his arms through the sleeves and flinging it off to the side, uncharacteristically messy for him, but he was clearly ready to go. The soft glow of the candles played over the rounded tan of his shoulders, giving his whole body a golden glow as he ground himself against me, his hands fighting with my tie now. I reached up to help him and he grabbed my hands with both of his, pinning them above my head as he turned, stretching me out lengthwise on the couch beneath him. His crotch was right on top of mine as he straddled me, and I could feel his hard cock grinding against my own as he continued slowly devouring my mouth.

"I want you so bad," Josh growled against me, his voice low and husky. I guess Carla had the right idea when she made us sleep in separate cottages last night.

Catching both of my wrists in one hand, Josh kept my upraised arms gripped tightly as his other hand practically tore my shirt open. He ran his palm up and down my body, spreading the halves of my shirt aside as his hand rubbed possessively over my chest. He caught one of my nipples between his fingers and pinched it, hard, tugging it away from the muscle of my chest, eliciting a sharp yelp of pleasure as I jammed my tongue deeper into his mouth. I twisted beneath him, my skin on fire as his hand stroked and caressed over me, but his other hand held my arms tightly in place. Honestly, I was twisting and writhing, but it wasn't like I really wanted to get away. I just found it impossible to stay still under his firm, insistent touch. That free hand rolled across my chest, felt up my abs, and slid up my neck to cup the side of my face as Josh continued to plaster his mouth down over mine, practically suffocating me, both of us groaning and sighing into each other.

Josh's hand slid back down my chest, stopping to roll the tip of my other nipple between his fingers, and then traced the line down the center of my torso to my belt. With the skillful finesse that can only come with urgency, he deftly unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, tugged the zipper down, and then jammed his hand inside. His fingers crawled beneath the waistband of my boxers and wrapped around my shaft, squeezing and tugging before he rolled his palm over my now dripping cockhead. Slicking the smooth inside of his hand, he wrapped it around my shaft and began to pump me in earnest, sliding his fingers up and down my shaft, lining his thumb up to run over the thick vein on the underside right up to the sensitive spot just below my slit. My hips, already dancing a little, began rolling upward, thrusting in time to his movement, pistoning my throbbing cock through the tight ring of his fingers.

"You like that?" Josh whispered, biting my earlobe, tugging it between his teeth. I almost came right then, feeling sparks shoot through me.

"God, Josh," I whimpered, lost in the feelings, barely able to catch my breath enough to answer him.

"I bet I know what else you like," he purred, sliding his head down to suckle my neck again.

I felt his lips form a tight circle, and felt his teeth brush me. I'd have a hickey in the morning, but right now that seemed more hot than tacky. Josh's mouth slid further down my neck, dipping into the hollow of my throat as he kissed his way down my chest. He let go of my arms, finally, as he slid his other hand out of my pants to rest them both on my hips as he buried his face in my cloth covered crotch, attacking my pulsing cock through the fabric. He worked his mouth up and down the outline of my shaft, chewing at the slacks and me beneath, and I felt wetness begin to spread across my pants as I leaked precum all over the inside and he dripped a virtual fountain of saliva on the outside. His tongue prodded me through the cloth, and my hands dropped down to stroke and grip his shoulders, and run through his hair, lacing through it as I moaned and arched my back beneath him.

As he continued chewing on me Josh's hands slid down my legs, caressing my thighs and squeezing my calf muscles before he tugged off one shoe, and then the other. I was barely conscious of the muffled thumps of them falling to the carpet, and then he was tugging my socks off. His hands slid back up my legs, spreading them a little, and then they were up at the waist of my pants, tugging them and my boxers down together as Josh leaned back. I lifted my ass as he fought them down over it, and my cock bounced out, slapping loudly on my stomach as it sprang free. Once he had fought the slacks over that obstacle, Josh slid them right off, and then buried his face in my crotch, going right for my balls with his tongue. My fingers tightened in his hair, trying to tug him upward to where my prick was throbbing painfully in time with my pulse, but Josh had ideas of his own, and began to suck and mouth my balls, rolling them around with his tongue and pulling them individually into his mouth. I heard him take a deep breath, and suddenly felt him suck my entire sack in. I looked down and saw him smiling up at me with his wet, stretched lips, and didn't know whether to laugh or to shoot.

Josh chuckled, my balls vibrating inside the wet cavern of his mouth, and then he let them both slide out as his tongue slid like a wet finger up onto the shaft of my cock. He began to lick in earnest, painting his way up my pole in short little strokes, lapping at my cock the way I had licked my way over his chest, sighing softly as I yelped beneath him, wishing he'd get to the head, not sure if I'd be able to hold out until he did. He ran his tongue up and down my pole, and then played it over the ridge where my cockhead capped my shaft. He washed his tongue up over the spongy hardness of my head, licking and stroking, and then swiped it over my slit, scooping up the precum flowing out now. As I whimpered and twisted my fingers even more tightly in his hair Josh slowly pulled his tongue back in, and finally rolled his wet lips down over my head.

"Josh!" I whimpered, pressing my head back into the cushion.

Josh's hands slid beneath me and cupped my ass, one on each cheek, and his arms flexed as he lifted me a little toward him like I was part of a buffet. He held my weeping cockhead in his mouth, sucking lightly at it and flicking it with his tongue, and the switch from urgent frenzy to slow nursing at my cock had my head spinning. Still just barely sucking, he began to wash his tongue over and over the head, flicking it around the tip, dipping it into my slit over and over. I strained beneath him, trying to push more of myself into his mouth, but he was determined to go slow, and his hands held my hips tightly, preventing me from thrusting up into his mouth. My fingers, laced tightly through the golden brown strands of his hair, pulled at him, but he kept his neck rigidly locked in place as he suckled me, washing my head with spit and moaning contentedly.

"Josh, please," I whimpered urgently, hearing the strain in my voice. "Please."

Humming around my cockhead, Josh's jaw dropped open, and he began to swallow me, pulling my shaft into his mouth. It slid over his tongue as he pressed it to the top of his mouth, sucking his cheeks in a little to create a warm, tight cavern. My hips jerked up off of the couch as I moaned loudly, feeling myself slide into his throat as he continued to softly hum, the vibration racing through me. The feeling of his tongue sliding over me, wrapping wetly around my shaft, was exquisite, and I was so turned on I knew I wouldn't last very long. My cock was almost painfully sensitive, and my hands pulled at his head, my arms bulging each time he pulled back, flicking his tongue over me.

I stared down at Josh, watching my slick shaft slide in and out of his open mouth, his lips pursed tightly around it. His eyes were closed, his hair hanging down a little where my hands weren't pulling at it, and he looked supremely content, like there was nothing else he'd rather be doing. His hands were still on my ass, his arms bulging and shifting a little as they squeezed and cupped my cheeks, pulling me toward him each time he lowered himself back onto me. His shoulders, and the glistening muscles of his back, were a fascinating play of light and shadow as the candles flicked all around us, his tanned skin glowing warmly as a light veneer of sweat began to sparkle across him. I was sweating as well, feeling beads of it blossom across my hairline and start to run down the center of my chest as I strained beneath him.

"Josh, baby, I," I began, hearing how anxious my voice sounded, wanting to warn him. "I, I."

I never got to complete the sentence. As I tried to catch my breath Josh swallowed me completely, pulling my cock all the way into his throat. At the same time his hands darted around me, one wrapping around my balls and tugging, hard, as the other shot up the clamp its fingers around my nipple, squeezing it sharply. I let out a high, almost screaming yelp, and felt my hips jerk up into Josh's face as I shot. My body convulsed, tightening all at once, and I thought I might lose consciousness as I felt myself lock up tight, all of me focused on the straining release. Josh swallowed, still sucking, as I buck again and again, and then I finally collapsed back against the cushions, trying to catch my breath.

Josh let my cock slide out of his mouth, giving it a couple of licks as I tried to push him away, whimpering at the velvet sandpaper feel of his tongue on me. He chuckled and began to lick his way back up my torso, his hands sliding up my sides, over my ribs and chest. He knelt above me and softly planted his mouth over mine for just one quick kiss. I looked up into his blue eyes, and saw myself reflected in them.

"I love you," he whispered, standing up suddenly. His erection tented out the front of his pants amusingly as he turned away from me.

"Josh?" I asked, raising myself on my elbows.

"Lay there and catch your breath," he said, grabbing the bottle out of the ice bucket. "I want to put the champagne in the fridge, and, like you said before, the night is still young."

"I love you, Josh," I sighed, laying back contentedly on the couch.

"I love you, too," he answered, walking over. His hair hung casually back from his face, messy but still sexy as hell above his glistening blue eyes. My gaze slid across his firm chest, lingering on his pointed brown nipples, following the thin dark line of hair below his belly button down into his pants. Josh bent down and scooped me up again, and I kissed his bare shoulder as I wrapped an arm around his neck.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The bedroom, of course," he answered, carrying me.

At the doorway I turned my head and found his mouth, planting mine over it. Josh paused in the doorframe to let his tongue duel with mine, and then, sighing as we broke the kiss, he carried me into the room. I though the living room was filled with flowers, but the bedroom was a virtual greenhouse, red roses bursting from everywhere. He must have had some furniture removed to fit this many in, and they surrounded the bed, leaving space only at the foot of it for us to get on. The only light in the room came from candles here, as well, but they were floating candles, flickering delicately in crystal bowls that sent prismatic flashes and slivers of light around the room. Josh carried me over to the bed, and looking down I saw that it was made with red satin sheets, and covered in rose petals. They weren't just scattered across the top. The bed was covered in heaps of them, like a scene from "American Beauty", and Josh lay me down gently in them before stepping back. I sank in, feeling their soft press against my skin, my head swimming from their perfume. Good thing I wasn't allergic.

Josh stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me, a toothless smile curving across his handsome, sculpted features. My eyes roamed away from his, following the curve of his cheek, the straight line on his jaw, the satisfied twist of his soft lips. Dropping down, I traced the cords of his neck, the lump of his adam's apple that dropped away into the hollow of his throat, shadowed between the lines of his collarbones, below the rounded curves of his shoulders. His necklace, Leo backed with Scorpio, glinted in the candlelight, and his wedding bands glowed, winking at me. I watched his arms shift as he put his hands on his hips, and I looked at the sweeping curves of his chest and the rippled washboard of his abs. His pecs rose and fell as he stared at me lovingly, and I felt a little self-conscious laying in the middle of this pile of rose petals, stark naked, as he gazed at me with visible, palpable hunger.

"What are you doing?" I asked finally, blushing as I sat up.

"I just wanted to look at you for a minute," he said quietly.

"See anything you like?" I asked, grinning, trying to look sultry. I probably looked like an idiot.

"Nope," he answered, shaking his head. "I see something I love."

I wanted to melt as I watched him kick off one shoe, and then the other. Lifting his legs, storklike, he pulled off one sock, and then the other, with a kind of grace I would never have. If I tried that without leaning on a wall or something I would land right on my butt on the floor, but Josh could do stuff like this and still look good. Once he had the socks off, he unfastened his belt, tossing it aside, and then shucked off his pants and boxer briefs in one smooth movement. The view from the bed only got better with those gone. Josh's strong legs flexed as he climbed onto the bed, the golden hairs on his thighs and calves glinting softly as he reached for me, the hair on his forearms glinting as well, catching the light as if he were wrapped in a fiery glow. His cock bounced out before him, throbbing in time to his heartbeat, ready for me.

Josh brought his hands up to my face as he lowered himself softly on top of me, pressing me down into the mattress with the firm warmth of his body. I felt his hard cock grind against my partially softened one, both of them trapped between us as his soft lips found mine again. My hands climbed up the smooth expanse of his back, feeling the muscles jump as Josh breathed against me, our chests crushed warmly together. His legs tangled against mine, the hair brushing each other, and my hands crawled over his shoulders and down his arms, sliding over the tops of his. Our kisses were soft, not urgent, little feather brushings against each other, our tongues just barely touching each other as we sighed and purred. The foreplay in the living room had taken away some of our urgency, curbed our edge a little, and now we were just glorying in the feeling of being with each other, laying together for the first time as one unit. We had called each other boyfriends, soul mates, and even husbands before, but now it actually seemed to mean something more.

My hand drifted down Josh's side, rolling softly over his smooth skin. Josh always felt warm to me, as if he must be hotter inside than I was somehow, and his skin was always velvety soft, like the outside of a peach or an apricot, with the feeling of his firm muscles underneath. I snaked down between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock, giving it a long, slow squeeze as my hand slid from the base all the way up to the tip. Running my fingers lightly around his cockhead, I heard him sigh, and we both looked down to watch my hand, Josh's mouth hanging open a little, his bottom lip glistening wetly. He gasped as I began to stroke lightly up and down his shaft, gripping him loosely, feeling him throb in my hand, and his gasp rose a little, into a sigh of pleasure.

He rolled a little, turning onto his side, and continued kissing my neck and my chin, one of his hands on my shoulder as the other ran up and down my arm. I kept one of my hands on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as his breathing began to pick up speed, and my other hand kept tugging gently at his cock. I worked my hand up and down him, my grip a little tighter now, palming his wide brownish cockhead every few strokes, listening to him inhale sharply as he continued kissing me. I ran my other hand up his chest to cup his chin and bring his mouth to mine again, noting with pleasure the way his closed eyes tightened each time he gasped, tense urgency washing through his face. I brushed my mouth over his again, tugging at his bottom lip with my teeth, and he groaned. Jerking him harder now, picking up speed, I slid my lips over to his ear and began to chew at it.

"Are you hot, Josh?" I whispered, blowing into his wet ear.

"Unh, yeah," he panted, rolling his hips toward me.

"Are you ready?" I whispered, tugging at his earlobe with my teeth.

"Jack, oh, Jack," he panted in answer, gasping as I grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed, feeling it leak inside my palm.

"I want you inside me, Josh," I panted, chewing on the side of his neck. "Now."

"Yeah, Jack," he panted, reaching up to feel around under the pillows.

He slid out a tube of lubricant and a handful of condoms, and I took one from him, tearing it open with my teeth so I wouldn't have to stop jerking him off. Josh twisted open the lube with trembling hands, squeezed a glob onto his fingers, and then threw the cap and the tube aside, uncharacteristically messy. He'd probably get up in the middle of the night to put them away, or else I would. Josh's hand slid down between my legs, and I gasped as I felt the cold wetness of his fingers against my hole. Josh pressed his mouth to mine, smashing our lips together, and shoved his tongue into my mouth, both of us moaning as he slid a finger inside of me. After a few moments he slid another in, and I rolled the rubber down over his cock, squeezing it.

"Take it, Jack," he growled, nipping at my jaw. "Put it where you want it."

Using his hard cock as a handle, I pulled him on top of me as I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs as my knees slid up on either side of him. Josh put his hands on my hips, lifting me a little, as I pressed the tip of his cock to my hole. Lifting himself up, he flexed, and I felt firm pressure against me before his head slid inside. I gasped, and my hands flew up to his shoulders, holding him, as he paused, dropping his arms down on either side of me to hold himself up and not crush me. Josh stared down at me lovingly, his face etched with lust and concern, mixed together as he waited for me to relax. I tugged at his shoulders a little, and his entire body flexed now, the muscles locking beautifully together as he slid all the way inside of me in one smooth, continuous stroke. I let out a sharp gasp, pressing my head back into the pillows, my eyes squeezing closed, and Josh dropped down, burying his head under my chin. As his pelvis came to rest against me he paused, waiting.

"Are you ok?" he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

"Yeah," I answered, my voice high and tight. "I love you, Josh."

He pulled almost all the way out, and slid all the way back in again with another of those long, slow strokes.

"I love you, too," he answered.

I clutched at his shoulders, sighing, feeling waves of pleasure go through me as the discomfort subsided. Josh continued kissing my neck and chin as he slid slowly, deliberately, in and out. My hands relaxed a little, not digging into his skin any longer, and I slid them down onto his back, feeling the muscles shift as he moved, beginning to speed up a little now that I was more relaxed. His arms on either side of me were like stone, and he kept looking up, catching my eyes, to make sure that he wasn't going to hard, wasn't hurting me. I felt his abs rubbing against my half hard cock, and his sharply pointed nipples sliding up and down my chest as we continued our slow, sighing, straining dance.

Josh was going a little faster now, banging against me on his instrokes, his balls slapping against my ass. He was making little whines and moans now as my ass clutched at him, squeezing his cock, and my hands continued to slide up and down his back, clutching at the muscles, running up and down the shifting curve of his spine. I dropped them down to his ass, feeling the cheeks clench as he flexed in and out of me. Squeezing tightly I began to urge him forward, pulling at him, and his hands slid down my body to grab my knees, lifting them a little. I grunted sharply as the angle changed, and the head of his cock began to slam into my prostate. Sparks went off behind my eyes, shooting across the inside of my eyelids, and I squeezed at Josh every way at once, with my hands and my ass. My cock was hard again between our sweaty torsos, massaged by his crunching abs as he began to pound into me.

"Harder, Josh," I panted, throwing my head back.

He reared up above me, grabbing my legs again and putting them up on his shoulders. I was bent almost in half, but didn't even notice as Josh continued to slam deeply into me, grunting now. My hands raked up and down his back, my fingers curled into claws, tugging at him, and his hips were slamming against me as his rigid muscles drove him into me. He was staring down at me, his lips pulled back from his clenched teeth, and his groans and sighs began to turn into high pitched yelps each time he thrust into me. I draped a hand around his neck, tugging at him, as he drove me back, the bed smacking loudly against the wall.

"Harder!" I barked, gripping him.

"Yeah, Jack," Josh panted.

I felt myself tightening up again, and I locked around him as I came a second time, shooting wetly onto his abs. My spasm pushed him over the edge, and Josh slammed forward, going completely rigid as his hips jerked against me. He collapsed on top of me, groaning, as we both fought to catch our breath, and my legs slid off of his shoulders. As they dropped down he slid slowly up my body, resting on me as I kissed his chin and cheeks. His eyes popped open, bright blue like gaslights, and his mouth found mine.

"I love you," he sighed, sliding out of me.

Josh stood on shaking legs, grabbing for a box of tissues and pulling the condom off, and then he climbed back onto the bed, kissing my neck and shoulders as he pulled me up a little. He grabbed the top of the sheet and carefully rolled it down over the rose petals, both of us lifting up as it passed under us, and we slid into the warm, silky space beneath. Josh spooned up against my back, our heads resting on the same pillow, and he kissed the nape of my neck, licking at the sweat there, as I brought his hands around to press against my chest, covering them with my own.

"I love you, too," I sighed as he nuzzled against me. "Good night, Josh."

"Good night, Jack," he whispered. The room was quiet, and then he sighed. "Married. I like the way that sounds."

"Me, too," I mumbled, drifting off.

We fell asleep.

To be continued.