Hell, yes. And it was definitely time to move things along.
“I will be if there were less talk and more action,” she huffed.
Julian clucked. “Now, now. We’ve already established some rules, and breaking them this early on is not recommended.”
“Who says?” she pouted.
Petula was ready for just about anything at this point. Her imagination was running riot.
“Just listen,” he teased.
Funny man. He knewexactlywhat he was doing.
She squirmed again, but didn’t interrupt him this time. Maybe if she kept her mouth shut, he’d get to the good stuff faster.
“After we kiss for a while, your breathing will become more rapid, and I’ll notice. That’s when I’ll lower my head to your nipples. First one, then the other. I’ll worship them with my tongue, suck them into my mouth, and apply just the perfect amount of pressure. Or at least I hope I will,” he clarified, then added a way for him to make sure.
“Your hands should go to the back of my head, either to have me increase our connection, or decrease it. Your call.”
That was very accommodating of him. But at this point, Petula couldn’t imagine that anything Julian did to her hardened nubs would be too much.
He must have taken her silence for agreement, because he continued. “After I’m finished thoroughly loving your nipples, I’ll kiss my way down the soft skin of your belly to your sweet, sweet pussy.”
Petula chortled inside.
Of courseshe’d heard the word pussy hundreds of times in her life, but she’d never had her lady parts dubbed thusly, and it amused her.
“I’ll ease your legs apart,” he continued, “then kiss your inner thighs before I nuzzle into your soft center with my lips and tongue.”
Petula was beyond turned on at this point, but telling Julian to get to it would probably have him slowing down again, just to ramp up her expectancy.
She kept mum.
“I’ll be employing my fingers after that, because I’ll need to part your hair to find your special little ignition button, which hopefully at that point will want my attention.”
Her button needed that attention, now.
Right now,Petula wanted to scream.
Her fingers clutched the comforter beneath her, as she managed to bite back a moan.
Sensing her obvious—even in the dark—agitation, Julian went on. “I’m going to slowly suck your clit right into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until it loses its shyness, then I’m going to give it a little nip and see if that’s something you’ll like.”
Yes, please, her whole body howled.
“I’m going to tease one finger up inside you. Or maybe two,” he speculated tormentingly. “Then you’re going to come for me. An epic orgasm like you’ve never experienced before.”
Had an orgasmeverbeen epic for her?
Petula’s answer to that was easy. Absolutely not. She’d never climaxed with either of her two previous partners, and the whole do-it-yourself thing had, more often than not, been a bust.
Seriously? Petula had never understood what all the hoopla was about, but she had a feeling she was about to find out. Her skin was already covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, just thinking about Julian doing…the things he’d mentioned.
And he hadn’t even talked about hispenisyet.
His voice remained low and calm, but she could hear his underlying excitement cutting through. “Then I’m going to suit up,” he said.
Petula knew what he meant, but all she could think about at that moment was Julian donning his dive equipment. She giggled.
