This power I have over her is intoxicating. But I’ve noticed that her guilty conscience has been flickering on and off since I kissed her at the housewarming party. I need to make sure she’s fully on-board with this.
I cage her in, letting my hands cover hers where they’re still gripping the edge of the counter. “Having second thoughts?” I ask, noting the hungry tone in my own voice.
She lifts her chin higher, defiant as always. “Never.”
I drag my thumb along the curve of her juicy bottom lip and observe the goosebumps that rise along her neck. “Not too late to back out.”
The little vixen bites my thumb. “Not too late to quit yapping my ear off and make me come all over your fingers.”
I puff out an involuntary laugh. My arms wrap around her waist, jerking her body up against me right as she’s taking another sip from her cup. “Gosh—I can’t wait to fill that sassy mouth with my cum.”
She chokes on her water and breaks out coughing. Her eyebrow quirks upward. “Mr. Button-Up…” she scolds, pushing me off of her and turning to refill her cup. “What a dirty mouth on you. Come. Let’s go put it to work.” She grabs my wrist in one hand and her water in the other hand.
Eight footsteps. That’s how many steps it takes to get us past the tiny, open-concept living room and down the short hallway to the entrance to Jules’s even tinier bedroom.
Striding up behind her, I snatch the water out of her hand, set it on the rickety bedside table and spin her around to face me. Before one more word can come out of that sassy mouth, I lean down and cover it with mine.
I need to touch her. All over. To get lost in the softness of her body.
My hands start at her waist, slipping under the hem of her skimpy T-shirt. My fingers travel upward until I’m cupping her breasts in my hands, squeezing them, flicking her pebbled nipples.
Then somehow, my necktie is on the floor and Jules has worked her hand down inside my pants. I don’t even notice that my slacks are around my knees until I feel her soft palm curl around my throbbing rod.
“Christ—you’rehuge…” she groans, stroking the length, up and down.
“Nine inchesand a quarter,thank you very much,” I boast, puffing up with male pride.
“Ooh! Nineand a quarter…” She giggles. “Every millimeter counts, huh?”
“I’m about to show you that it does,” I promise her.
Her thumb swipes through my precum, rubbing the wetness around the crown. At the feel of her gentle touch, I’m ready to come all over myself.
Fuck—I’ve needed this. I’ve needed a beautiful woman’s hands on my body.
I’ve been so damn stressed lately, dealing with all the changes in my life. I’ve played my role as a father, a brother, a businessman. I’ve been everything for everybody except me. But the way Jules touches me reminds me that I’ma man.
A man who’s harder than the New York bar exam right now. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off.
“I need to make you come.Now.”
She hums her assent into my mouth, a deep, greedy sound that sends shockwaves to my crotch. Breaking the kiss, she yanks her shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere in the darkness of the bedroom.
Grabbing my wrists, Jules guides my fingers to the button of her jeans. I take that as an invitation, unfastening the clasp and tugging down the zipper. Then, I push her down onto the double bed and the iron frame squeaks beneath her.
I switch on the bedside lamp as she squirms into the middle of the mattress. While I get rid of my shirt, I take a moment to admire her there. Looking so perfect, laying on a ratty comforter and a mountain of pillows with mismatched pillowcases.
“God, you’re so hot,” I hear myself mutter as I finally kick my pants off to the floor.
The compliment goes straight to her already inflated ego. “I know, right? Lucky you, getting to touch me tonight.”
I’m too mesmerized to argue with her. In fact, I wholeheartedly agree with her statement. “Yeah. Lucky me.”
Gripping the waistband of her jeans, I drop to my knees on the woven burlap carpet and start tugging at the denim. It takes some hard manual labor to peel the tight jeans down those long,feminine thighs, but Jules’s nearly-naked body is the payoff. So it’s definitely worth it.
She’s so beautiful. Small, heaving breasts covered in blue floral lace. Pale, goosebump-covered legs with a dragon tattooed along the inside of her left thigh. Soft stomach with an emerald green gemstone hanging from her hollow belly button indent.Jules has an innie.
I dip my head, kissing a path from the tail of the dragon all the way to its snarling mouth.
