When I try to kiss higher, Jules coyly crosses one knee over the other. I glance up at her.
“I wasn’t exactly planning on bringing someone home with me tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve shaved…down there,” she explains.
Gripping her soft thighs, I pull them wide apart. Dark curls peek around the elastic edges of her red panties. I grin. “Don’t worry. I can handle a little bush. I might need a toothpick afterwards, but that’s just fine.” I dramatically lick my tongue across my front teeth.
A booming laugh erupts from her chest.
I like that sound. I wanna hear it again.
“Pretty sure I’ve got some floss in my car, too,” I continue teasing her.
She smacks me in the head with a pillow. Her laughter dies abruptly when I drag her ass to the edge of the mattress and cover her pussy with my open mouth.
“Fuuccckk…” she whispers, frantically reaching for the sides of her panties just as I reach for them too. Together, we tug and tear the underwear down her legs until they’re discarded on the floor.
Her dark curls frame her pussy like a pretty photograph. Between her thighs, she’s pink and perfect and dripping wet.
“Fuuccckk…” I echo, dragging two digits through her slit and marveling at the slick juices that cling to my fingertips.
I suck my fingers clean and the earthy taste drives me so wild that I lose all self-control.
My mouth covers her pussy again. My tongue strokes through her folds. My teeth graze over her clit.
I suck.
I lick.
I play.
I swallow every drop that leaks onto my tongue.
Jules rises up onto her elbows, staring down at me, her mouth hanging open, her eyes drunk with lust. She swipes my matted hair off of my sweaty forehead. The gesture feels surprisingly…nice.
“Jeez, mister…” she whispers breathlessly. “You’re really good at this.”
She reaches for the cup on her nightstand. She takes a sip of water, then she holds it out to me.
“Drink.”
There she goes, bossing me around again. But damn—that sexy tone turns me on.
She’s an absolute goddess, and in this moment, I’d gladly do anything she asks me to.
I open my mouth and she sets the cup at my lips, tipping it until water rolls across my tongue. I swallow the first sip, then I let the rest of the water stay in my mouth. Returning to her pussy, I part my lips and spill the liquid over her folds.
Jules moans gutturally, squirming against the bed. Her legs tighten around my head. I go crazy with my tongue, no more holding back.
The cup slips from her hand and falls to the floor. Jules’s back arches to the ceiling, and she whimpers my name.
I’ve led hundred-million dollar negotiations. I’ve secured multi-year contracts that have set my clients up with generational wealth. But never in my life have I felt more powerful. Knowing I hold this stubborn woman’s pleasure in my hands.
I drive two fingers into her hole, feeling her walls quake around me. “Come for me, Jules.”
Her hands find my hair, curling tightly into the strands where I’m kneeled between her perfect thighs. Her hips buck with wild abandon. I don’t stop devouring her. Instead, I work harder.
Then I feel it—the exact moment when her whole world cracks and shatters into pieces.
And it’smyname she shouts up at the ugly popcorn ceiling. “Lincoln!”
