I unbuttoned her shirt and slid my greedy fingers inside, running them over her bra. But they were more than greedy, they were downright grabby, and I couldn’t help but push her cup down. Her nipple puckered in the nighttime air, and I squeezed it.
“Mmm,” Jules whimpered.
I let my head fall forward, and circled the same exposed nipple with my tongue.
Another hum came from her as she slid her fingers under my shirt and up my spine, leaving small shivers in her wake. Her delicate touch followed its course back down to the edge of my shirt and tugged. Breaking free from her nipple for a moment, I lifted my shirt off.
“What are you doing to me, Drew?” Her nail traced my old prep school crest.
“Making you feel good. Better than good.”
My hand was working with a mind of its own and decided to unbutton her pants. With one quick flick of a button and the slide of a zipper, I slid my fingers inside. She was wet and warm, and ready for me. I traced her satin panties with my index finger, pushing inside the soft fabric.
“Before the second round,” I whispered in her ear, and swirled my finger over her most sensitive part.
“Oh my ...”
She was seconds away from coming apart, with her pants still on, and I only had one finger touching her ... not even inside her.
“Let’s do this right.” I pulled my finger away to a whimper and used my hand to slide her pants off. She lifted her ass for me to make quick work. Rinse and repeat with her thong. Then I was on my knees at the side of the chair, my bad one screaming at me.
Ignoring every protest my battered body gave me, I put my hands under her and my mouth to her core. Sweeping my tongue up and down and up again, landing where my finger had been. It didn’t take long—a few swipes and nips—and Jules was putty in front of me, her shirt flapping in the breeze, revealing the outline of her hardened nipples against her sheer bra. I licked and caressed her throughout the waves until her ass stilled in my hands.
Then I stuck my hand in my pocket, took a condom out, shoved my pants the fuck down, and sheathed my commando self.
Jules watched me, the amber light of the porch lamp highlighting her need-filled green eyes.
“It’s okay?” I asked, setting a knee down on the lounger and leaning over her.
“Yeah, more than okay.”
I gripped my length and ran it along her, wetting the tip, and I was in.
“Is this okay?” she whispered through heavy breaths.
I stilled. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“It may be different. After a baby ...”
With my mouth over hers, I let her know nothing was different, only better, as I rocked deep inside her until we were both fully satiated.
For the moment.
We lay together afterward, her tucked into the crook of my arm, the ocean lapping in the background and the air ripe with humidity. A slight breeze swept over our bare legs, and I felt a shiver run through her body.
“You okay, Jules?”
“Yeah, it’s so peaceful here. I’m not sure I’ve been this relaxed in the last seven years.”
I pressed my lips to the top of her head and lingered, afraid to break contact, not wanting to interrupt this moment of truth. “I hope soon you’ll do this all the time.”
“Drew, slow down. We need to go slow. Slower than slow.”
My fingers ran a lazy pace up and down her arm, and her hand smoothed circle eights over my forearm. “Would taking a weekend off and spending it with me be too fast?”
That earned me a pinch.
“I have to go home. Darla will be up for school in a hot minute and want me to leave her hair a holy mess.”
