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Chapter 23

She moves towards me quickly, crushing her lips against mine and pushing me back against the wall. We hit the wall with a thud and something crashes onto the floor. I don�t really care. Joey moves her hand up my shirted chest, towards my shoulders, under the button up, dragging her hands down my arms, leaving goose-bumps. She then moves down to the hem of my shirt, dragging it up my chest, slowly, as to torture. I lift my arms and she moves it over my head and up my arms. she drops it to the floor and pushes my against the wall.

I shiver as my bare skin, hits the cold wall, but not sure if it�s because it�s actually the wall or the fact that her lips are attached to my left nipple. Sucking and biting. Releasing it only to sooth it by blowing cool air over it, then taking it captive once more in her mouth. She kisses her way over to my right nipple, giving it the same attention as my left. I can�t take it anymore. I grab her, turning her around, putting her where I once was.

I press my lips to hers, begging for entrance with my tongue. My hand rests on her ass, squeezing gently, causing her to moan. Her mouth opens under mine as I venture into the deep recesses of her mouth. I travel along her jaw and I latch my lips onto her ear and bite. She gasps. I move my hand to the bottom of her shirt, pulling up, taking it off. We part for a second, and she kisses me again, reaching behind her for the clasp to her bra.

The flimsy material falls to the floor, and I gently take the weight of her supple mounds into my hand and brush my thumbs over them. They begin to grow erect and I crotch down to take her nipple into my mouth. I press my tongue against it firmly, then suck. She arches her back, begging me to continue. I nibble a little as my hand takes her other nipple and rolls it between my thumb and forefinger. I move to the other breast giving it the same attention as the first, but she pulls me back up to her and I kiss her. My hands move to her skirt, desperately trying to find the zipper. I feel a small piece of metal and I pull down. The clicking metallic sound it the only thing to be heard, except for the erratic breathing from both of us.

The skirt falls to the ground and Joey steps out of it. She goes for my belt, undoing it and the zipper to my pants in a snap of the wrist. She grabs my pants, along with the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion and I am not at full salute. As she comes back up, she stops short, licking the pre cum off of my cock. �Shit.� It comes out breathless.

I step out of my pants, along with my shoes, and she pushes me back onto the bed. She sheds her panties, kicking off her shoes, and comes over too me. Her eyes are filled with desire, lust, want. She straddles me, her wet center directly over my cock. She moves a little, christening it with her fluids. I can�t take it anymore. I grab her hips and pull her down onto me, filling her whole. She gasps and I grunt. She begins to move, setting her on pace. Slowly. Torturing me. I begin to thrust upwards and she complies, moving faster, needing her release as much as me.

She�s moving on me, her breasts bobbing with her movements, her head thrown back. She looks at me and her hair careens over her, soft and brown. She�s going to cum, her walls are closed tight around me, helping to bring me over the edge. I move a hand to her clit, messaging her, bringing on her climax.

�Pacey.� She breaths, and her walls tighten her grip on me. I flip her over and I pound in and out of her careening over the edge into ecstasy. I collapse on top of her. Completely spent. I remove myself from her, laying to the side. I kiss her temple and pull a blanket overtop of us. We drift off into sleep.