We reached my room, and I lowered her to her feet. Her hair was framing her face, which was a bit rosy from the brief time upside down. In other words, she was gorgeous as usual.
“I’m not into BDSM,” she said, and I had a feeling her red face wasn’t only to do with her ride on my shoulder.
“I was kidding.”
“I mean, an occasional swat on the ass like that…” Now she looked even more embarrassed, which would be fun to explore later.
“I’ve got you, kitten.” I kept my eyes locked on hers and grabbed the hem of my shirt before pulling it over and off, dropping it on the floor. Jules watched it fall, then mirrored my actions with the removal of both her baggy top and the tank that was below.
What followed was a speedy round of follow the leader. I removed my pants; her leggings went. Socks were next, until we stood in front of each other in our underwear, my boxer briefs making it all too apparent what I thought of this situation as my cock strained to get out.
“Well, Mr. Lawson, I think you’re happy to see me,” Jules said, stepping forward and tentatively reaching out to cup my cock.
“Oh no, Ms. Jules,” I said, grabbing her hand and moving it to my chest. “If you get ahold of me, it will be all she wrote, and as we know, your heroines always come first.”
“Does it count if I’ve almost gotten there three times since we started the conversation downstairs?”
“Nope.” I moved toward her, then reached around and quickly unclasped her bra before tossing it over my shoulder. “Shed those,” I said with a nod at her lacy pink underwear, and I kicked mine down and to the floor somewhere behind me while she did the same.
I stepped toward Jules while she stepped back, almost as if the woman was tugging on an invisible rope to pull me into her grasp. I was a willing participant, that was for certain. Eventually she was at my bed and sank onto it, and I stood to take her in, spread out before me. She was a vision. Her hair had tumbled out of the pile on top of her head and fanned out allover the pillow. She watched me with a heated expression that promised more.
I moved to kneel at the floor and tug her to the edge, but she spoke up. “Uh-uh, buster.”
I looked at her with confusion. “Babe, I need you to come. Let me get you there.”
“And I need the same,” she said. “And right now I need to do that with you, not me by myself.” She rolled over and knelt at the headboard, holding on to it while she turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Come on, sexy. Get your ass over here.”
I grabbed a condom from my side table and slid it on before I crawled up the bed. She’d placed some pillows below her knees to even our heights out while I got in position. I came up behind her, her back to my chest while she tilted her head to the side and turned to capture my lips. I lost myself in her kisses while she ground her ass back in contact with my dick. Jesus. This woman was my fantasies personified.
“Slow down.” I placed a hand on her hip. “This could be over all too soon.”
Jules arched a brow at me over her shoulder to tell me that I needed to get with the program. I slid my hand over her lower belly to what she’d hilariously called her happy place, then moved past her clit and checked to see how ready she was for me. A finger into her canal and she began arching into my palm, which pretty much told me everything I needed to know.
“Ready?” I asked, straightening up and notching my cock at her entrance.
Her reply was to push back into me. Holy fuck. I guess that was her way of telling me she was.
The angle when kneeling against the headboard was new, but it gave both of us the opportunity for hands to roam. And Jules floored me when she knocked mine off their path to her happy place and started touching herself in what was clearly a familiarrhythm that brought her to the brink in moments if the flutter of her canal against me was anything to go by. I quickly began kissing her neck right at the nape and ran a hand up to tweak one of her nipples. That did it.
Jules arched back, a long, low moan coming out as she kept her hand moving through her orgasm. I fought coming as well, wanting to give her the chance to ride out her pleasure to the end. I knew we were there when she placed her hands to the headboard to brace herself and angled her torso forward. She looked at me over her shoulder before taking a breath and sending me a wink.
“Your turn,” she said breathlessly.
I slid my hands to her hips and pistoned in and out, chasing my climax until it was right there. With a final thrust, my entire body was flooded with endorphins, and I draped my chest over her back, dropping my forehead to her shoulder to catch my breath.
We remained in that position for several breaths until Jules broke the silence.
“Noah?” she whispered.
“Jules.”
“I don’t think the first time was a fluke,” she said.
I wrapped my arms around her torso and laughed, sliding us down the bed to lay on our slides. I was rapidly softening, so I knew I couldn’t stay like this for long. But for the moment? Yes please.
“I think you’re right, kitten. Our chemistry is unlike anyone I’ve been with.”
“So…” She hesitated but then made the decision to say it. “What are we going to do about it?”
