my hips looking for that more. More pressure. More friction. More, just more. The top drawer squeaked open.
I silently screamed. Please, please. Put it on now. Now.
He broke our kiss growling something about needing a taste. Before I could fully process, he was between my legs. And the ache I thought was intense before crescendoed, only easing slightly when his tongue caressed across my folds.
“Ah Guy,” slipped out through my lust-induced haze, still waiting for that more . And as if he read my mind, he found my opening, giving me the pressure I craved. Dipping his warm tongue in and out at an excruciating pace, I tangled my fingers into his hair, tipping my head back and unable to stop my cry. Pleasure, pain, spasm—all exploding simultaneously.
I felt him pause between my shudders then I heard his husky whisper. “Feel good?”
His eyes were on me, I could sense it, but mine were so far rolled back there was no chance of peeling them open. Instead, I nodded, unable to find my voice. “Can’t hear you.”
Obviously nodding wasn’t working for him.
A blush crept back up my cheeks when I mouthed, “So good.” Because let’s be honest, all moisture from my throat was obviously somewhere else. He abruptly pulled away. My heavy lids finally blinked open at the loss, and I whimpered, wiggling my hips.
He laughed.
Bastard.
Or maybe I could take that back, because a second later he latched onto my bundle of nerves, sending me directly into oblivion. Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through me as he tightened his hold on my hips, lapping at me like he truly was eating me alive and taking his time to swallow every last drop.
It was hot.
Amazing.
Focusing on catching my breath and slowing my heartbeat, I heard the foil tear. Then moments later, his thickness was seeking entrance at my core.
“Jules. I want your eyes when I …” My lids fluttered enough for him to sink into me. We both moaned in unison as he pressed his length as deep as possible. Filling me like no other, he created a rhythmic pace that had me writhing again in no time. So much for controlling my breathing and my heart rate, I was back to a frenzied mess. He had me crazy. Again. I was on the brink.
He dipped his head, connecting our lips and claiming every inch of my mouth. Somehow, my taste on his tongue only made my desire skyrocket higher. I gripped his ass and matched his every push and pull. I was so exhausted, so energized, so close. He snaked a hand between our bodies and that was all I needed. I flew over the edge chanting his name unabashedly, milking him with my hips.
“Ah fuck,” he growled when I clenched my sensitive sheath around him. With two more pumps he joined me in our fantasy world. Sighing, he collapsed against my chest, murmuring expletives in between panting “so good.” I was pretty sure I could have come up with better adjectives to describe what just happened. But since I was in multiple orgasm bliss for the first time in my life, I kept my mouth shut and moaned in agreement.
Hot, consensual sex. I could do this.
I can do this.
Holy shit, I did this.
And fifteen minutes later, when blood flow returned to our fatigued extremities and we found the energy to move again, we showered again just like Guy promised we would.
“So …” We stopped in front of the hospital entrance. My shift started in ten minutes and I knew he needed to relieve Maya so Max could get to school on time. So … why was he standing on the sidewalk staring at me like this? Mind blowing sex and exclusive relationship didn’t seem like Guy’s M-O. And if I was being honest, I wasn’t sure if I would’ve wanted that anyway. “Thank you again for last night. And this morning,” he said with a smirk. Heat hit my stupid cheeks. “I like how easily I make you blush.” His smirk turned into a full-blown grin.
“Whatever,” I snapped, acting annoyed even though I was anything but. I liked it too. I liked that I was letting
I silently screamed. Please, please. Put it on now. Now.
He broke our kiss growling something about needing a taste. Before I could fully process, he was between my legs. And the ache I thought was intense before crescendoed, only easing slightly when his tongue caressed across my folds.
“Ah Guy,” slipped out through my lust-induced haze, still waiting for that more . And as if he read my mind, he found my opening, giving me the pressure I craved. Dipping his warm tongue in and out at an excruciating pace, I tangled my fingers into his hair, tipping my head back and unable to stop my cry. Pleasure, pain, spasm—all exploding simultaneously.
I felt him pause between my shudders then I heard his husky whisper. “Feel good?”
His eyes were on me, I could sense it, but mine were so far rolled back there was no chance of peeling them open. Instead, I nodded, unable to find my voice. “Can’t hear you.”
Obviously nodding wasn’t working for him.
A blush crept back up my cheeks when I mouthed, “So good.” Because let’s be honest, all moisture from my throat was obviously somewhere else. He abruptly pulled away. My heavy lids finally blinked open at the loss, and I whimpered, wiggling my hips.
He laughed.
Bastard.
Or maybe I could take that back, because a second later he latched onto my bundle of nerves, sending me directly into oblivion. Wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through me as he tightened his hold on my hips, lapping at me like he truly was eating me alive and taking his time to swallow every last drop.
It was hot.
Amazing.
Focusing on catching my breath and slowing my heartbeat, I heard the foil tear. Then moments later, his thickness was seeking entrance at my core.
“Jules. I want your eyes when I …” My lids fluttered enough for him to sink into me. We both moaned in unison as he pressed his length as deep as possible. Filling me like no other, he created a rhythmic pace that had me writhing again in no time. So much for controlling my breathing and my heart rate, I was back to a frenzied mess. He had me crazy. Again. I was on the brink.
He dipped his head, connecting our lips and claiming every inch of my mouth. Somehow, my taste on his tongue only made my desire skyrocket higher. I gripped his ass and matched his every push and pull. I was so exhausted, so energized, so close. He snaked a hand between our bodies and that was all I needed. I flew over the edge chanting his name unabashedly, milking him with my hips.
“Ah fuck,” he growled when I clenched my sensitive sheath around him. With two more pumps he joined me in our fantasy world. Sighing, he collapsed against my chest, murmuring expletives in between panting “so good.” I was pretty sure I could have come up with better adjectives to describe what just happened. But since I was in multiple orgasm bliss for the first time in my life, I kept my mouth shut and moaned in agreement.
Hot, consensual sex. I could do this.
I can do this.
Holy shit, I did this.
And fifteen minutes later, when blood flow returned to our fatigued extremities and we found the energy to move again, we showered again just like Guy promised we would.
“So …” We stopped in front of the hospital entrance. My shift started in ten minutes and I knew he needed to relieve Maya so Max could get to school on time. So … why was he standing on the sidewalk staring at me like this? Mind blowing sex and exclusive relationship didn’t seem like Guy’s M-O. And if I was being honest, I wasn’t sure if I would’ve wanted that anyway. “Thank you again for last night. And this morning,” he said with a smirk. Heat hit my stupid cheeks. “I like how easily I make you blush.” His smirk turned into a full-blown grin.
“Whatever,” I snapped, acting annoyed even though I was anything but. I liked it too. I liked that I was letting
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