Her ass cheeks were on full display, round and beckoning to me. I drew my thumbs down the center of each one before licking the same path. Then I wedged a hand between her thighs, inching them further apart. Josie rose on her toes, gripping the bedpost with both hands, as if she already couldn’t take what I was giving her. And damn, I planned to give her so much more.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed when I touched the part of the fabric covering her pussy with two fingers. It was already wet. My cock strained so painfully against my jeans that I nearly pushed them down and fucked her just like that, against the bedpost.
“You’re so beautiful, Josie. So damn sexy. What am I going to do with you?”
I slipped my hand inside her panties.
She gasped. “Whatever you want.”
I nearly burst in my pants at her words, at feeling how aroused she was.
“I’ll make you beg. And I’ll make you come.”
I moved two fingers around her tender flesh, teasing the area around her clit. I enjoyed watching her fingers curl tighter around the bedpost, moving her weight from her heels to her toes.
I kissed every inch of her that I could reach, keeping one hand in her panties, bringing my other arm around her middle so I touched her breast, drawing circles around her nipples, mimicking the ones around her clit.
“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter,” she chanted. “I’m so close. Please. So close.”
She exploded the next second, crying out. Her knees gave in, and I tightened my hold on her waist even as she gripped the bedpost harder. I held her as she rode out the wave of pleasure, laying her head back on my chest, eyes closed. Then I turned her around slowly, drinking in the haze of lust in her eyes before pushing her gently on the bed.
“There are condoms in the amenity kit,” I said.
She shook her head. “No need. I’m on the pill.”
We hadn’t set any boundaries, hadn’t talked about whether this would be a one-time thing or not, but I knew that after tonight, things would change between us on a fundamental level.
Josie looked gorgeous, lying on her back, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. I unbuttoned my shirt quickly. Josie moved to undo my belt and the button of my jeans.
When I was completely naked, I leaned to kiss her, climbing in bed on top of her. She opened her thighs, curling her fingers on her lower belly as if she could barely stand not touching herself intimately.
I drew the tip of my erection around her clit, watching her writhe, drinking in her moans, driving her crazy until she moved one hand upward to her breasts and lowered the other one. My vision blurred when she touched my cock.
I drove inside her the next second. She felt so tight, so damn perfect around me. I moved in and out, touching, kissing, biting, memorizing every inch of her body, every sound she made. She pulsed around me, digging her fingers in my biceps.
When her thighs pressed against mine, I knew she was close. I pulled back a bit, wanting to watch her when she climaxed, but I was too far gone. This felt too good, too intimate. I clung to my control only long enough to make sure Josie came first, and then climaxed hard.
It took us both a few minutes to calm down. I kept her close, kissing her neck again, inhaling the scent of vanilla and pepper that I’d associated with my best friend for years. After tonight, I wouldn’t be able to smell her perfume and not think about how sensual she was, how responsive. How she’d surrendered her pleasure to me.
***
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I swallowed hard, sitting upright, trying to gather my wits to guess where Josie could be and why she wasn’t here.
My heartbeat was erratic as I rose from the bed, and only returned to normal when I heard the water running in the second bathroom.
I debated waiting for her to come out so we could talk... but why postpone the moment?
I grinned as I approached the door, hearing her sing a catchy tune. My Josie was in a great mood. I hadn’t known that she sang in the shower, never heard her at the apartment.
I opened the door, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of her. She was dancing under the spray of the water, eyes closed as she rubbed shampoo in her hair, swinging her hips and that perfect little ass from side to side.
I couldn’t bring myself to even feel guilty for looking. I merely leaned against the doorframe, crossed my arms over my chest, and watched this fascinating side of my best friend.
Unfortunately, I was so focused on following the movements of her ass that I didn’t realize she’d seen me until she yelped, nearly slipping.
“Hunter!”
“Good morning.”
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Since the last time you sang the chorus.”
“And you didn’t think about announcing your presence?”
“Nope. Had a great view. Got distracted. Can you blame me?”
“I totally can, and I am.”
“I’d apologize... but I’m not really sorry.”
“I didn’t know you were a shameless peeping Tom.”
She grinned, and I grinned right back. I stepped closer, then into the shower.
Josie swallowed, lowering her gaze to some place on my chest. I brought my hand under her chin, lifting her head. Then I couldn’t help myself and kissed one corner of her mouth, nibbling at the other until I felt her shudder.
“I don’t want to forget about last night,” I said before realizing this wasn’t how I was supposed to go about this. I knew Josie, and she needed time to adjust to changes. Hell, she’d already turned her life upside down to help me. I was supposed to ask her what she wanted, be the gentleman, not make any demands.
Josie didn’t say anything, but I was still hovering with my mouth over her jawline, feeling her hot, short breaths on my cheek. If she wanted us to forget about it, then I’d respect her wish. The next three years would be excruciating, but I’d respect her wish.
“What do you want exactly?” she asked in a small voice, which was unlike her.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want instead?” I wanted to look her straight in the eyes, but one other thing I knew about Josie was that she didn’t like eye contact when she was figuring things out. It unnerved her.
“I... I don’t know. I mean, last night was incredible. And I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen, or that I didn’t want it to happen. Because I did. I’m just... afraid this will change our friendship.”
I pulled back then, looked her straight in the eyes. “It won’t. I promise. You’re my best friend.”
Something passed through her eyes, quick as a flash. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Why do you doubt me?”
“Your recent track record about keeping your word is against you.” She was smiling now.
“Is that so?”
“Remember what you asked me on the wedding night? And yet here we are, not even forty-eight hours later.”
“Your fault entirely for being so damn irresistible.”
“You won’t even own up to your flaws? You’re even worse than I thought.”
“I see. No redeemable qualities?”
“If I think about it hard, I could come up with one or two, but you’re welcome to prove to me you have more.”
“Your wish is my command, wife.”