#neckplay

Joseph X Fem! Reader

The kiss starts slow, Joseph's lips moving warm and deft over yours, hands touching faces, hair, necks.

Your fingers find his jawline, then sweep down until they locate the pulse point at his neck, and Joseph suddenly breaks the kiss and tosses his head back with a sigh, exposing his throat.

You see the vein running up the right side of his neck to just under his jaw, and you lave your way along it with your tongue, relishing the way Joseph shudders at your touch, moaning your name softly.

It's only when you stat to nibble that he quickly turns his head, and you catch a fleeting glimpse of his lust blown eyes and flushed face before he slams his mouth onto yours.

The kiss is no longer slow, but heated and desperate, and it's your turn to moan when Joseph sucks your wandering tongue into his mouth, his hands fisting in your hair. You fall back onto the bed, and he only breaks the kiss to tug his t shirt over his head, flinging it across the room.

He's so beautiful, bare chest flushed as well, nipples dark, sparse hair on his breastbone and under his navel. He's breathing heavily, both of you aroused beyond any hope of stopping.

'Christ, I want you.' His voice is hoarse and low, and as you reach for him, he takes the opportunity to pull your own top over your head. Your bra quickly follows suit, and his hands cup your breasts, palms rubbing against nipples that are already swollen and sensitive.

'Joseph, please.' You barely recognise your own voice, it's so needy and whining, and he actually grins at you.

'Please, what, love?' He teases. 'What do you want?'

'Your mouth.' You're writhing under him; you've never felt this horny in your whole life.

'Where?' He presses, grinding against you. 'Where do you want my mouth?'

You grab his hands covering your breasts, unable to form the right words, but Joseph is a smart boy and he catches on quickly, lowering his head to run his tongue over the areola of one nipple, before sucking it into the hot balm of his mouth.

He suckles on one nipple, then the other, and you buck against him, desperate now to have him inside you. When you try to cup his obvious erection through his jeans, he actually growls and pulls back.

'I can't wait.' He gasps. He barely looks like Joseph anymore; his hair's a mess and the look on his face is almost feral. 'I need to take you now, sweetheart. Are you ready for me?'

Were you what? You'd been ready from the first moment he'd touched you. Hell, you'd been ready from the first moment he'd looked at you.

You reached for him, eager for him to finish undressing you and finish what he'd damn well started.

Photo credit to @Cindy_Dakin on twitter.