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The fingers massaging against Ed’s scalp keep him grounded in the moment, providing him some kind of tangible reminder of reality as he pants against Josie’s knee. He’s clinging to her, his fingers digging gently into the soft flesh of her calf, his hips rolling against the muscle. Still fully clothed, he’s grinding against her leg, the hard bulge of his erection throbbing at the friction of his pants rubbing against it.
“Shh, baby, breathe,” Josie murmurs, her voice a soft lullaby in the quietness of their apartment. She switches to combing her fingers through his hair, the strands shining under the dim light. She’s sitting on the couch, him knelt on the floor in front of her, humping her leg like a dog with desperate movements and heavy breaths. She can tell how worked up he’s getting - watching the sweat dot his forehead and his glasses fogging up, his plump cheeks all rosy.
“Hhh, m-miss,” he pants, tilting his head up to rest his chin on her knee. She smiles reassuringly at him, her hand previously occupied in his hair now coming down to cup his face tenderly.
“Slow down, my love. It’s okay. You don’t need to rush.” Josie knows how to speak to him when he’s in this kind of space; needing comfort and guidance so deeply, a gentle hand to show him the way. And she’d give it to him any day.
Nodding meekly, Ed obeys, slowing his hips to a more measured pace. He bites his lip, relaxing his grip on her leg to caress it lightly, like a sort of apology. He presses his clothed cock harder into her lower limb to make up for the slower strokes, still needing some sort of pressure. Josie allows it, and traces circles on his cheek with her thumb. She tilts her head as she watches him with an affectionate smile, approving of his actions.
“My sweet baby,” she coos warmly, and he gives out a pleased whine. She brushes his bangs out of his face to get a better view of his glittering eyes, all hazel and glassy. Seeing his subservience, the way he worships her and relies on her, it’s enough to stir her own desire - her own cock is half-hard in the confines of her underwear, her legs open enough to give a glimpse of it under her skirt. Ed rubs his cheek against her warm skin with a hum.
Josie lets out a quiet chuckle in her throat and returns her hand to his hair to play with it. “Such a good puppy,” she mumbles without really thinking about it, but Ed freezes. She’s only called him that once or twice, but it sends a thrill up his spine like a bolt of lightning. He gasps and hides his face as he stiffens, letting out a breathless whimper, and then Josie feels heat against her leg. She knows he’s just cum in his pants.
“Oh, you liked that huh? You like being my good pup?” She continues, petting him through the aftershocks of his sudden orgasm, noticing how he slumps against her a little as he catches his breath. He looks up at her again when he regains himself, and nods dumbly, unable to speak. She reaches down and tugs her skirt up, fully exposing the bump in her panties, which are almost see-through and black. “Why don’t you show me?” she whispers, raising her brows softly and letting him guess what she wants from him. He figures it out after a moment and the realization visibly dawns on his face, followed by a pleased lick of his lips.
His long fingers tremble with excitement as he reaches in to hook them into the waistband of her panties, gradually dragging the fabric further and further down, until it pools at her ankles. She kicks them away gently and then opens her legs again, her cock laying against her stomach, fully erect and flushed at the tip. She’s smaller than him, but she never cared, and neither does he. Ed has always thought Josie was completely perfect; she’s everything he’s ever wanted and more. Sometimes he wonders how he got so blessed to have found a girl so lovely and sweet, so beautiful that he never wants to take his eyes off her. As if God had him in mind when he was making her.
Moving between her legs fully, Ed’s hands come up to rest on Josie’s slim thighs as he leans in. He parts his lips and sticks his tongue out, licking a stripe up her shaft until he reaches the tip, which he then takes into his mouth. As he sucks on her, savoring the unique flavor of her, he keeps his eyes locked on her face to see her reactions. She’s already lost in the pleasure, melting under his attention, her lashes resting against her flushed cheeks and her full lips open. She tightens her grip on his hair just barely, encouraging him as he takes her deeper into his mouth.
“Oh fuck, puppy, you’re so good at this,” she breathes out, a moan punctuating her remark. Knowing he’s pleasing her is enough to make Ed’s cock twitch in interest, despite just having cum. He emits a groan of acknowledgment that vibrates through her, his hands tightening a little on her thighs. He hollows his cheeks to suck harder, bobbing his head at a steady rhythm. She’s pulsing against his tongue, which glides up down the underside of her cock with each thrust of his head.
Not much longer later, she’s bucking her hips up into his mouth and throwing her head back, crying out in bliss as her own climax washes over her. Ed keeps her in his mouth, letting her cum down his throat as he dutifully swallows all of it. She tastes divine; like heaven itself, all silky and warm. She pants, recovering, her spent form going boneless on the couch as Ed pulls off of her. He crawls up beside her, taking her into his arms and wrapping her in his embrace. Her head falls onto his chest, tucked under his chin. Her eyes fall shut, and she cuddles up to him, relaxing into the safety of his larger frame. He lays back and pulls her on top of him.
“Thank you,” he whispers into her dark hair, also closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to her scalp.
“You’re welcome. You did amazing as always, my darling,” she praises one last time, and mirrors his gesture by kissing his neck. Happy and satisfied, they both drift to sleep, with the darkness of night settling over both of them like a blanket.