Outtake from Ch 21 - Part 1 - Before their Conversation in Bed

This takes place directly after they leave the meeting with Edward, Alice, and Jasper in chapter 21.

Josh and I didn't speak as we drove home after our strange encounter with the Cullen's. Our hands were clutched tightly together, which I appreciated as it helped ground me, as my thoughts were far away.

In what seemed almost no time at all, we were rolling down the driveway towards the house. Josh pressed a button on the clicker remote that opened the middle garage door, and slowly pulled the car into the parking spot. Another press of the button, and the door rattled closed as an automatic light turned on.

We got out of the car, grabbed our bags, and walked through the door into the mudroom. Josh followed behind, dropping our bags, and we moved into the kitchen. As if it was rehearsed, we moved in unison to the sink to wash our hands. I smiled at him as he lifted a clean dish towel from a hook, handing it to me to dry my hands before drying his own.

He had a small smile on his face, as he often did when we did these little domestic things together. I found it very endearing, and with a wink I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my jacket, throwing it on one of the kitchen stools. Stretching my arms out over my head, I turned to look over Josh, who was looking at me with an appraising look on his face, almost like he was waiting for me to say something.

I tilted my head at him, but still he didn't speak. "What?" I finally asked. "Everything okay?"

He raised an eyebrow. "That should be my line, Bella," he said. "Your ex-boyfriend was a little...intense?" He looked dissatisfied with that word. "That whole scene was strange, Bella." He looked lost in thought for a moment, before looking at me with pinched brows. "How did he know which car was mine?"

Before I could even think of a lie, he was frowning again, as if not expecting an answer. "It was all strange."

I grimaced, having no interest in opening this can of worms right now. Edward had caught me by surprise, and I was unsettled.

"Yes, he can be intense." I took a deep breath. "But Josh, please, can you do me a favor? I don't want to talk about him, not now." I moved over to him, looking up at him beseechingly.

His demeanor softened as he gazed down at me. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, then he chuckled, shaking his head. "Your eyes are dangerous weapons, Bella. I dread the day when you start using them with your other talents to full affect."

I giggled, gave him a wide smile and leaned up for a kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He reciprocated, our lips moving slowly to start, but soon he was kissing me in a hungry, almost desperate way, growling into my mouth and invading it with his tongue. His hands snaked down over my hips, and then I moaned as he lifted me up by the cheeks of my butt, dropping me down on top of the kitchen island.

I yelped in surprise, but he didn't stop the kiss; if anything, it got hotter, deeper. He began to move his lips down, kissing along the line of my jaw, his breath hot in my ear while his hands mapped my upper body.

When he stepped between my thighs and pressed his erection against my arousal, I hissed in approval, grinding against him. My tongue came out of my mouth and began to lap against his, pure heat and desire. He wrapped one arm around my back and pulled me to the very edge of the island, grinding my core harder against his steely member.

"God, Bella, you're so hot, and you smell so good." He breathed in my ear, making me groan. "So good, so sexy," he mumbled, pressing harder against me. I was almost bucking against him, needing more friction.

"I bet you're soaked already, Bella," he said, his voice husky and deep, and all I could do was groan in agreement. He rolled his hips against my core, and I was mewling in delight as his penis throbbed against my center even through the layers of cotton.

"God Bella, I want you so bad, I'm going to fuck you right here on this counter," he growled into my ear.

"Mmmmm, yes, please," I gasped, my temperature rising. This aggressive dirty talk, this was all new and I loved it. It made me feel sexy; I'd never heard Josh speak this aggressively, this wanton. I liked that he was going to take what he wanted, that he was going to have his way with me.

I rolled my hips up, hissing each time his penis pressed against my clit.

I was surprised by his intensity and possessiveness, but was actually thrilled and enormously turned on. This was just what I needed right now - something to get my mind off our stressful end to the day.

Josh's tongue, sliding and licking everything it touched, moved down my neck; tasting my throat, sucking and nipping, dragging across my sweaty skin, before starting up the other side. He moved up my jaw, to my ear, small licks and kisses and little nips everywhere, marking me as he went. My hands threaded in his hair, massaging his scalp as his nips became little bites, almost enough to leave marks along the sides of my neck, driving me crazy.

The thought of wearing his hickeys suddenly seemed really hot.

As if he read my mind, I suddenly felt him bite just below my ear - a nip that definitely would leave a mark. In other circumstances I might have been embarrassed to be marked so, but right now it just turned me on.

"Oh yes, Josh," I panted. "Touch me please!" I wanted my clothes gone, now.

Josh pulled his head back and was suddenly pushing my shirt up. I hurriedly lifted my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head and throw it in one smooth motion somewhere behind us. I looked up into his eyes, and they were pure blue fire, almost a deep purple in color, dark and hungry.

I found myself gasping for air, loving this sudden intense passion. His lips attacked my chest, and then, as if he couldn't even wait to get the bra unhooked, he pulled the cups of my bra down under my breasts, the steel wires forcing them almost straight upwards.

"Mmmm," he murmured, his hands caressing my mounds, his thumbs tweaking my nipples; each tweak making me hiss, sending little shocks straight to my core. "You are so fucking beautiful Bella."

And then he was gently biting my nipples, making me blabber and moan, each nibble bordering just between pleasure and pain. He moved rapidly back and forth from breast to breast, bathing my nipples with his tongue, soothing them after taking his bite. "You taste so good Bella," he whispered, "I want to taste every inch of you. I want to lick you and suck you until you cum screaming my name."

Oh my, he was really worked up today. My mind was hazy, very eager for him to get to work...

What was the cause of this unbridled passion? I didn't want to think…I just wanted to feel right now.

He continued to grind and lick and suck. I was squirming on the countertop, unable to sit still. My thighs were slick from the arousal dripping from my folds, my nipples so hard they were almost painful. Frisky Josh always got me hot fairly quickly, but this...this dominant, hungry, almost animalistic Josh…mmm. This was on another level.

I laughed at the sudden thought that it was too bad Lauren or Angela couldn't experience something like this! Maybe it'd be fun to watch him ravish them...

Josh continued to work my breasts, and I realized somewhere during my space-out that my bra and his shorts had vanished. His hands were now working the buttons to my pants, and when the last one popped open I lifted my hips just as he pulled the garment down and tossed it over to the side.

"Oh Bella, look at you," he growled, his eyes roaming over my body that was now bare except for my thin white bikini-cut panties. Only part of me was even cognizant or cared that I was sprawled on the center island in the middle of his kitchen, my white panties drenched and sticky and my chest heaving as I fought to catch one good breath; I was far too aroused to even consider being the least bit embarrassed that we were about to have sex on the table his family probably had lunch at a thousand times; and despite the marble countertop not being particularly comfortable, there was something so sexy about how Josh was just taking me how he wanted, laying me out before him as a feast...

I'd never thought I would be into any sort of submissive sex play, but I liked ceding control like this. I'd have to think about this more later; maybe we'd want to explore this, read fifty shades together...

Even as Josh's eyes roved over my mostly naked form, I did some serious ogling of my own. Josh had removed his shirt too at some point and was standing there in massively tented black cotton briefs and nothing else. I unconsciously licked my lips at the sight of him, all tanned, rippling muscle, and I desperately wanted him over me, thrusting into my body with that hard...

My eyes were so hooded I could barely see out from under my lashes, but I needed to touch him, somewhere, anywhere. I lifted my foot upwards from the counter, caressing his washboard stomach with my toes, and then moved it lower, sliding my big toe along his obvious erection. He let out a soft gasp, and I bit my lip as I explored further, following the line of the shaft under the brief's, moving my toe down to the base where his obviously swollen testicles pushed the underwear out in a fat bulge. I pressed down, and he groaned, grasping the edge of the counter with shaky arms.

He leaned his head back, pushing his groin further into my foot, moaning as he moved his hips. I moved my foot back up, stretching my toes out around what I thought was the crown; when he cried out, I knew I hit a good spot, and I moved my foot back down to repeat. I completed three circuits before he took in a huge gulp of air, stepped back from the counter, and yanked his underwear down his legs and off in one smooth motion.

I moaned at the sight of his perfection; the sinewy muscles, refined abs, messy hair and deep blue eyes, all fronted by a perfect cock standing fully erect and ready for me…Josh was a feast for my senses, standing less than a foot away from my supplicant body, ready to take me right there in the middle of his kitchen.

Wow.

It occurred to me than, that in this situation, if Josh was the feast, maybe I was the appetizer buffet: spread out before him ready to be devoured.

I moaned as my arousal spiked, just as he did at the same time. He took his penis in his hand, and slowly began to stroke it while his eyes moved over my squirming form.

Shit. If I was wet before, now I was dripping like a faucet. The sight of him slowly pumping himself while standing between my spread legs...

"Mmm, Bella," he whispered in a gravelly voice, "I can't believe that you're mine."

I moaned in agreement, and his hand that was not stroking his erection began to slide slowly up my leg, moving from my ankle upwards, tracing mindless patterns along my damp skin. I was quivering now, my breaths coming in short pants and my eyes fluttering; when his second hand joined in on my other leg, I was moaning so loudly with each small motion of his hands that I thought I might combust if he didn't take me soon.

He hadn't really even touched me yet, and I was as wet as I'd ever been before, every single nerve ending in my body wired tightly to my breasts and more core, my sex throbbing and cramping so much that it felt like all the blood in my body had relocated there for the duration.

As his hands moved higher, I tried to move my feet again to play with his penis. It was hard to do as my legs were shaking, but each time my toes or the ball of my foot rolled along his shaft or pressed on the spongy sac he would let out a soft gasp. I added my second foot as well, trying to trap the shaft between my feet to stroke him, or use one toe to lift his testicles while the other pushed down on them.

It soon became a little game, to see if I could drive him to distraction even while he did the same to me; it was my favorite kind of game, where everyone won.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of sweet torture, he finally moved his hands to my core, and pressed his thumbs down right above the wettest part of my panties. I lost all concentration at that point, shrieking in relief, my legs falling open, my body at his mercy.

"My God, you are drenched, Bella," he moaned almost as loudly as me. "I need to feel you now," he mumbled. Seemingly unable to wait even the amount of time it would take to remove my panties, he simply shoved the crotch to the side, exposing the lips of my sex to his hungry gaze.

I looked down over the top of my quivering nipples in anticipation of his touch, to see him oh so slowly moving a hooked finger towards my folds. It hovered there for a moment, and I held my breath, silently urging him to touch me, ready to beg him if necessary.

And then...my hips flew from the counter as he dragged that finger upwards from the very bottom of my slit all the way to the top, spreading my folds back as he touched my inner sex. I screamed out his name in shock; I was so overcharged that it only took one simple swipe to amp me right up to the edge of an orgasm.

He pulled the finger back, and I raised my hips up, trying to reach it, needing more friction. "Oh please, Josh, please," I begged him, needing to orgasm as badly as I ever had before.

"Mmm, someone is feeling needy," he whispered, lowering his face down towards my waist, hovering over me. He lifted the edge of my panties with a finger, and then, to my surprise, grasped the top center of waistband in his teeth, right in the middle below my belly button.

I stared down at his lazy grin, my heaving breasts obscuring part of the view. His blue eyes locked onto mine, a hunger and a determination there that I'd not seen on his face before.

I moaned, my eyes glued to his, as he dragged the panty down with his mouth, his chin pressing along my folds, sliding along my weeping sex as he dragged it lower and lower. The slight 5'oclock stubble he had felt a touch scratchy on such sensitive tissues, but in the mood I was in right now a little pain or discomfort was actually a huge turn-on and I moaned and twisted as his face slithered down through my folds, his deep blue eyes never wavering from mine.

It was an amazingly intimate, erotic thing to watch and see.

When my panty's finally cleared my upper thighs, he grabbed it with both hands and practically tore it from my body, making me yelp in surprise and arousal as he spread my legs back so my knees were up by my ears.

Josh stood up over me, holding me open. "Fuck Bella," he moaned, eyes roving over my body. "You are so sexy, so spectacularly beautiful," he said, softly, almost reverently, his eyes roving over every exposed part of my body.

With one hand, he leaned over me and grabbed a couple of dish towels, and then gently lifted my head and laid the towels under my head like a pillow. The tenderness with which he looked out for my comfort was in complete contrast with the hungry, lustful look he had a moment earlier, and it made my heart flutter, my love for this man filling me up.

He kneeled lower, moving his face back between my thighs, and began to tease me again, much to my frustration. Growling, I moved my own hand down over my belly and towards my clit as I desperately needed friction, but he grabbed it just before I was able to touch myself. He lifted it and placed it on my breast.

"Not yet, Isabella," he said in husky voice. "I promise your patience will be rewarded."

I growled, so frustrated I wanted to cry out, but settled for kneading my nipples as I waited for him to finally touch me where I needed him.

He started to kiss the soft skin behind my left knee and the skin along my hamstring. He always commented in the past on how the skin on my inner thighs, the skin under my breasts, and the skin just below my belly button was the softest skin on my body; he often spent a lot of time worshipping these areas, and they were definite hot zones for me.

And right now, he worshipped those areas like never before. He'd slide his tongue and lips and stubbly chin up towards my core, only to then move to the other leg and repeat the process. He was driving me crazy; I was practically crying now; I tried to rub my legs together, only for him to hold them down or coax me to be patient. Even as I lay there - getting closer to orgasm despite not even being touched yet! - I swore I'd have my revenge on him one day for teasing me like this.

I was so wet that I felt a puddle of my arousal gathering beneath my butt on the countertop. On several occasions I'd considered grabbing his hair and yanking him against me; the only reason I hadn't yet grabbed his hair and pulled him to my sopping center was because on each pass he'd move a little bit closer to where I needed him.

I had long ago pulled on my nipples so hard that they were sore; but I wouldn't - couldn't - stop, and were kneading and pulling on them as I watched Josh work with hooded eyes. I might have been embarrassed that I was so absolutely soaked and that my musky aroma had completely filled the room, thicker and heavier than I'd ever smelt it before, but I was so close to ignition that I couldn't be bothered with such trivialities.

The master chef was about ready to eat his buffet, and that was all that I could focus on right then.

On the next pass from left to right, his chin grazed over my clit – just the slightest touch – but I screamed out in surprise and my hips flew up off the counter as the shockwaves of the brief touch lit a fire inside me.

"Easy baby," Josh said, settling me back in place. "Almost there now." Good thing he was paying attention else I might have slid off the end of the countertop.

"Please, Josh, please, I can't take it," I whimpered, the fight gone from me. I was defeated, he had literally teased me to death.

He moved closer, until his breath was fanning my folds and his thumbs were kneading the skin to the immediate left and right of my clit, forcing it to protrude out from its sheath, begging for any attention it could get.

My breath came faster.

He gently breathed on it, and even this light sensation was overwhelming, and I cried out again, once again twisting my nipples. "What do you want, baby?" Each breath was torture, just enough stimulation to keep me right on the edge.

I would promise him anything right now. I needed a release as badly as I'd ever needed anything, and I wasn't above begging for it. I was almost incoherent, "Please do that again, please touch me, please! Please Josh, make me cum! Please!"

"Don't worry, baby, you're going to cum all over my face, I promise, it'll be so good." His voice was dark, powerful, and I moaned from not only the words but because his heavy breaths stimulated my hypersensitive clit.

"Please Josh," I was begging, "please." My voice was a needy whimper, my body desperate for release, my butt lifted off the tile, supported by my feet which pressed down on the edge.

"Ok, baby, as you wish." He breathed one more time on my clit, and then I watched as in slow motion his tongue reached out, closer, closer, and then…

Exploding lights went off behind my eyelids as an electric jolt traveled from where his tongue was rapidly flipping my clit back and forth, an expanding ball of plasma that was flash frying every nerve in my body as it passed.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! AAAHHHHH!" I screamed out with all the strength in my body as the last thirty minutes of intense teasing erupted in the single strongest sensation of my life pouring out of my groin. My screams echoed off the tile in the room and my legs snapped closed like a steel mousetrap around Josh's head, squeezing it as hard as I could, my hands in his hair pulling him against my core with all the strength in my body, all that friction I had demanded now finally being applied right where I needed it.

Even at the top of the mountain I was falling from, when I suddenly felt a finger slide inside of me and pressing against the top of my walls, it was like a hurricane tossed me right back up to the top of the peak and off the other side. Another enormous wave was building in my groin, ready to toss me back over the cliff again; and then his thumb, which must have gathered moisture my folds or from the puddle beneath me, was suddenly probing against my backdoor, and I screamed when I felt it slip inside, sliding past the tight ring of muscle of my anus. From there, it tapped and pressed against the thin membrane of skin and muscle that separated my front from my back, and his thumb in my bum and his finger in my sex pressed against each other. When the two fingers pressed harder, pinching the muscle of so that I could feel the thumb in my ass pressing against the finger in my sex, an enormous urge that sort of felt like I had to pee suddenly exploded somewhere in my core, and I felt an enormous orgasm rip through me even as I felt an enormous gushing sensation pouring from my sex, torrents of liquid squirting from my body like someone had shaken up a can of soda and popped the lid.

Wave after wave of clenching and unclenching of muscles wracked my body, with all my muscles eventually going slack almost simultaneously. My ability at maintaining any sort of sense or control of my body was completely obliterated. It was all too much, and I lay spasming against the countertop, on the cusp of blacking out, my mind a blissed-out place of hazy aftershocks.

At some point, I felt Josh move my thighs apart – it was like moving spaghetti, all my muscle control was gone - and I heard him whispering to me, but I was not coherent enough for my brain to process words just yet.

My hands relaxed and fell to my sides; they were sticky and wet, and they felt like something was stuck to them. I blinked a few times, and saw strands of dark hair in clumps knotted around my fingers or in longer strips sticking to the residue of my release to my palms.

I began to stare in surprise, realizing I'd torn Josh's hair straight from his head. I should have been horrified, but I couldn't connect to that emotion just yet.

"You still with me Bella?" Josh said, and I finally felt myself returning to full consciousness.

"Holy shit," I mumbled. "What was that?" I slurred.

"That was me keeping my promise, baby," he said, and I felt him moving my legs up and backwards, my knees moving up again to my shoulders, spreading me out. I blinked as I looked down between us, my faculties finally returning, remembering everything that we'd just done.

I moaned at the sight of him, hard and hot, lined up and ready to take me. And despite my Zen like state, I still wanted him inside me, right where he belonged.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen, Bella," he moaned as he rubbed the tip of his penis along the top of my folds.

"Mmmm," I purred, watching the purple tip moving up and down through my sex. My pubic hair was wetter than it would be even if I'd just showered, as it was coated with my release, the fine hairs stuck together in clumps, leaving me almost looking like I'd waxed as everything was essentially bare.

"You are so sexy, Bella," he mumbled.

I rolled my hips, sliding my bare folds along the underside of his erection. Somehow, astonishingly, I was still aroused and still wanted him. He lowered his tip, sliding it around my entrance, but then moved it back up.

But then he surprised me with something new; he gently lifted his penis and softly slapped it down onto my folds, right at the top of my cleft.

"Ahhh!" I groaned, never having felt anything like that before. It was almost like being spanked on my clit; on such sensitive flesh that was still quivering from an orgasm, it was intense.

"You liked that, eh?" he said in a rough voice. He did again, and my hips rocked and I pinched my eyes shut, panting.

And again. "You like that Bella? You like me slapping my cock on you?"

"Yes," I whispered. I felt like I should be embarrassed by this, but it felt just too damn good!

When he didn't do it again, I cracked open my eyes to see him slowly pumping himself. "More, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, please," I whispered back, and then cried out when he spanked me twice in succession. "Ooohh, oohhh," I moaned each time he did it.

He did it maybe ten more times, and I felt myself again getting close to an orgasm, as I watched him spanking my clit with his penis.

"God Bella, I want you so badly. Are you ready for me baby?"

I looked up at him, really taking in his appearance for the first time since I'd had my massive climax.

His eyes were absolute fire, the blue looking like a pulsing neutron star.

His hair was a mess like I'd never seen. It was soaked and plastered to different parts of his forehead from where I'd squirted on him - and I now realized that was what happened, a female ejaculation - and there were several sections where I could see the hair looking decidedly thin; probably from where I'd torn it from his head.

If I wasn't so aroused, I would have laughed at his appearance.

My eyes drifted down, to his cock. It was wet, throbbing in his hand, hovering right above my center. I stretched my legs backwards, trying to entice him to bury himself inside me, and looked back up at him.

"Josh, please fuck me right now," I whispered, my voice shaky.

He moved forward, lifted my butt with one hand, and in one long stroke buried himself inside me. I grunted and screamed as he penetrated deep, his pelvis pressing against my engorged clit, my senses once again overloaded by this talented man, my lover.

"Oh, so wet and stretched, you are on fire Bella," he hissed, and he was suddenly moving fast. Deep, hard thrusts, moving like a piston into my completely supplicant body. All I could do was go with it, my body having yielded all control to Josh, inherently knowing that he'd take care of it, make it feel things no one else could.

He leaned over at some point and our lips met in a furious kiss, tongues tangling, faces wet from drool and wandering tongues. The taste of myself all over him - his mouth, his chin, his nose, his hair; it was heady, and if I could have somehow climbed inside his skin at that moment I would have.

I couldn't maintain my head raised for too long, so I lay back down on the towel, letting him have his way with me, holding on as he pounded me into the tile.

Somehow, despite the biggest orgasm of my life crashing over me not even five minutes earlier, I felt another, smaller knot building in my belly again. This was a normal but still powerful knot, and I began to roll my hips, trying to get more stimulation where I needed it.

His pace increased, and he lifted my legs by my ankles and raised them straight up, bending my spine backwards like a gymnast. It wasn't the most comfortable position on the hard tile, but it let him go really deep at a new angle, and it was exactly what I needed at the moment.

He was mumbling different things, but I couldn't really hear anything but my own heavy breathing and our combined grunts, echoing around the kitchen. The sounds of our rutting completely drowned out the house stereo, and I felt myself again approaching climax.

My right hand came down and began to furiously rub my clit; I was close and wanted Josh to cum with me. I reached my other hand down where we were joined, and followed underneath until I felt his testicles, tight and small as his orgasm approached. I began to drag my nails under the tight sac, gently squeezing and scratching.

His reaction was immediate. "Oh Bella, don't stop! Fuck!"

I began to wiggle and roll my hips, trying to maximize sensation on his sensitive tip. When I finally felt myself crest, I clamped down on him, my legs wrapping around his back. "Ohhhhhh!"

With one final cry, Josh pulled his hips back, his penis flopping out from my body and falling flat onto my slit. I looked down in surprise - this was the first time since we'd made love that he didn't finish inside me - and I watched as he thrust his hips up and down, his crown pushing against my fingers which were still tweaking my clit. Even as my climax washed through Josh shouted my name and began to spurt.

I watched in fascination as his entire frame spasmed; and like a wave that traveled from his chest, through his rolling stomach muscles, and to his groin, his penis spasmed just as a long, thin stream of semen spurt from the tiny slit and arced up over my belly to spatter my breasts. As he kept sliding his member over my petaled sex, a second spurt went even higher, catching the side of my chin and my neck. A 3rd spurt was feebler, and landed low on my belly, dripping down my skin; and the last spasm was just a small amount that dripped from his tip into my pubic hair, mixing there with my own release and adding to the wet sticky mess.

My hand reached down and began to gently pump him, squeezing towards the tip, watching a last droplet fall from the slit, and my hand continued to move on him even after there was clearly nothing left, and he began to soften in my hand.

My other hand came up, and I ran my index finger through the cum on my chest, bringing it up to my mouth to lick clean. I'd never minded the taste of Josh's semen, despite being warned by Lauren and Jessica that some boys tasted really salty and bitter. Josh tasted sort of like a warm, salted mint cream, and I found that it was rather neutral; and, knowing he liked it when I swallowed, I had no issues with doing so.

Josh was still standing, bent at the waist now and laying some weight on my chest as he tried to catch his breath. I realized with some surprise I'd only seen him ejaculate once before, in the shower; during the early stages of our relationship, the few times I'd given him a handjob was done either in the dark or under the covers of the bed. When we progressed further, and I used my mouth on him, he'd always finished in my mouth and I'd swallow. And finally, when we started having sex, I'd told him I was on the pill and he could finish inside me.

I realized I liked watching him ejaculate on me; it was so personal, like he was marking me in some way. I liked it.

I giggled, realized that Emily or one of the Wolf Girls could probably relate - she'd told me once that Sam was all about 'scenting her' for other males. When I'd asked what that meant, she'd laughed at my naivete and said that he liked to make sure that she was 'covered' in his scent in all possible ways.

I certainly got it now.

Josh lifted himself up, looking down at me with a smile. "Should I ask what's got you laughing?"

I smiled at him, feeling so utterly relaxed except for the stiffness in my back from laying on this countertop.

I sat up, and he helped me, pulling me off the counter and to my feet. I realized my butt was completely numb, and I almost fell as my legs too were somewhat asleep.

"Ow," I said, rubbing my cheeks, trying to get the blood pumping.

"Hmm, let's get you into the shower, then a Jacuzzi for those sore muscles."

At the mention of the Jacuzzi, my eyes lit up. In a swift motion, Josh bent down and scooped me up bridal style, making me yelp. "Josh! I can walk!" I protested.

"Maybe," he said, laughing. "But this way we're sure. Plus, I like carrying you naked through the house. I hope to be able to do this in our own home one day."

I smiled at his sentiment and leaned forward and gave him a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he climbed the steps, and a minute later we were stepping into the shower.

A/N - This was more hardcore than the other 3 outtakes so far. If people want more like this, I've got a part 2 from this same chapter about 2/3 done.