Juliette braced her hands against the washing machine as I kissed down the back of her neck.
My cock went rigid. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She pushed her ass back against my throbbing dick.
“You really want to get fucked right now, don’t you?” I groaned.
“I do.” She let out a long breath, reaching back to rub her hand along my erection. “But I’m also in the mood for something else…”
My curiosity was officially piqued.
Juliette turned and dropped to her knees, sliding my belt out of the loops and throwing it aside with a loud clank. She pulled my pants down to my knees.
“What are you doing?” I murmured, even if I knew damn well what was happening. Andfuck yes.
She looked up at me. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Shit. Hearing her say it that way nearly made me come on the spot.
Juliette lowered my boxer briefs, and my cock bobbed out to greet her. She wrapped her hands around my swollen shaft and took me straight into her hot, wet mouth.
For so long, this very thing had been one of my biggest fantasies. The past couple of days had felt like a dream. I never wanted this to end.
I bent my head back, and my eyes followed. No dream could do justice to the reality of what it felt like to move in and out of her beautiful mouth, to slide down her throat. Pure ecstasy.
Fisting her thick hair, I looked down and kept my eyes on her, relishing every second. “You’re so fucking good at this…” I had to tighten my abs to keep from exploding down her throat.
She moaned, and it vibrated down my shaft, causing me to lose control and come faster than I’d wanted. I watched in awe as Juliette swallowed every last drop. My chest rose and fell as I recovered from that mind-blowing orgasm.
She licked her lips and stood. I wanted to burn that sight into my memory.
Juliette kissed me, and I could taste myself on her tongue. “Let’s get out of here…” she whispered.
I couldn’t wait to get to Palm Springs so I could bury myself inside of her again.
As we exited the laundry room, she said, “I’ve never been to Palm Springs, you know.”
“Me neither.” I kissed her forehead. “Pack your bag.”
After Juliette and I threw our stuff together, we headed to the rental car place where I’d reserved a convertible. The weather was supposed to be perfect, so I figured, why not?
We drove with the top down for the nearly two-hour journey to Palm Springs, blasting the music. Juliette lifted her arms into the air numerous times, her hair blowing in the wind. This was what freedom felt like, even if it was only for a couple of days.Truefreedom with Juliette was likely a pipe dream. But I needed to put the negativity aside for a little while.
Once we got to Palm Springs, we dropped our stuff at the Airbnb before taking a tram ride from the desert to the mountains. Juliette was a bit scared of heights, so I held her hand the entire time. We had dinner at a mountaintop restaurant as we watched the sun set overlooking the Coachella Valley below. Our escape so far had been everything I’d hoped it would be.
After we returned to our Airbnb for the night, Juliette and I sat outside for a bit to gaze at the stars. I’d lit the firepit, which counteracted the chill in the air. We sat together in the same lounge chair, Juliette resting her back against my chest.
“This is the most peaceful I’ve felt since Ortigia,” she said.
“That’s sort of what I was going for.” I kissed the back of her head. “I wanted to give you a little bit of that peace back, since our Italy trip was cut short.”
She sighed. “Maybe we just need to keep running from reality.” She turned around to face me. “I can’t imagine going through this without you, Wes.” She chuckled. “And I don’t know what my father was thinking, sendingyouand expecting me not to fall…” She hesitated.
Even though Juliette stopped short of actually saying the wordlove, her admission shocked me, although it probably shouldn’t have; I was falling, too. Before I could conjure a response, Juliette shook her head. “I didn’t mean to, um…” She exhaled.
Even in the darkness, I could see her face turn red as she waited for my reaction. And yet, I couldn’t find the words. More than that, I wasn’t sure if it was wise to unleash them, afraid to give her false hope in what seemed like a hopeless predicament.
I’d let the silence go on too long before I stammered, “Juliette, I—”
