“What?” he asked, clearly amused by her response.
“I was picturing you getting into yourdiving gear,” she managed with an ungraceful snort.
He laughed. Full throated. “Not what I had in mind, but we can try that sometime if you want to role play,” he offered humorously. “For tonight, however, I think a condom is enough.”
She gave his hand a lighthearted slap, then urged him on. “What next?”
“Next… And only if you still want to, after the amazing orgasm you’ve already had,” he told her semi-seriously, “I’ll let my eager cock finally have its way, and find a sweet, warm berth inside you where it can enjoy communing with its new best friend.”
Petula snickered again. “You make it sound like a playdate.”
“A playdate, but with an explosive ending, I’m hoping,” he confirmed, then heaved out a breath. “How does that all sound?”
“Like if you don’t get started soon, I’m going to explode all on my own.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” he scolded with a chortle, leveraging himself up and over her. “You ready to begin?”
“Past ready,” she admitted fervently.
When Julian kissed her this time, it felt like her sensitive lips and tongue were connected to every part of her body he’d previously mentioned. He teased her with his mouth, he licked, he consumed, and by the time he lowered his chest to hers, Petula was arching up into him like she’d die if her nipples didn’t touch his body immediately.
He hadn’t been kidding, either, when he said his cock would be bobbing around down below. She felt it. She loved it. Thehead of his penis was velvety soft against the skin of her belly, and warm.
Oh, so warm.
Petula could tell that Julian’s control and patience were wearing thin when he sped things up a little and headed, rather abruptly, for her nipples.
Yes.
He latched on.
Thank god.
Her pussy was on fire with need, and the suction he was expertly applying had Petula gasping out loud.
He popped off. “Still good?” he asked.
That’s when Petula remembered what he’d said about her hands.
Instead of giving Julian words, she placed her palms on the back of his head and wrenched him back to her chest, where he got the picture, and ardently attacked her peaks again.
Oh, lord.
Just when Petula thought she might spontaneously orgasm from that alone, Julian switched things up and began kissing down the center of her torso.
Lower. Lower,she silently urged.
He nudged into her belly button with his nose.
Good, but not exactly right.
Almost as if he heard her, he left off from that endeavor, spread her legs, and nestled between them, placing hot kisses on either side of where Petulareallywanted him to be.
She threaded her fingers through his thick hair, and once again showed him where he was needed, tugging him front and center.
He laughed against her, and the vibration kicked off another storm within her. But before she could articulate her frustrationwith his slow approach, he nuzzled in and sucked one labia into his mouth.
Oh. My. God.
