Our tongues dueled and our hands roamed, her hands burning trails over my chest and stomach while I explored her soft curves, eliciting the sweetest moans and whimpers from her.
Her hand tensed on my stomach, and a second later, I felt her tense everywhere. Shit. I pulled back to look into her eyes, to see what was wrong, just as her hand landed on my dick.
She traced her hand over the length of me, and it felt fucking fantastic even through my jeans. My dick surged and jumped inresponse, but even if it was happy with this, I couldn’t miss her unease.
I trapped her hand under mine, stopping her movement, and very reluctantly moved her hand back to my chest. “No rush, baby. Let’s take it slow for now.”
Juliette met my eyes, bold determination fierce on her face. “What if I want to do more?”
Fuck. It would be so easy, so good to say yes, but she was still so fucking nervous.
“As much as I’d love to do more, I can tell how nervous you are. We aren’t going further until I know you’re comfortable and ready.”
Shit. What did I do? She pulled away and looked down, dropping her hands to her lap.
“Hell no. Do not pull away, do not stiffen, and definitely do not fold in on yourself like that.”
Patient respect hurt her feelings. So I gave her the crude truth. “Do you want to know the first thing I did when I woke up this morning? I jerked off thinking of you. I pictured your beautiful face, the sexy curves of your tits and hips. I wondered what color your nipples are and how they’ll feel in my hands and in my mouth. I imagined how your pussy will taste and what sounds you’ll make when you come on my face. I squeezed my dick, wishing I was inside you.”
Her eyes popped back up to mine, a little smile in the corner of her lips as though it was fighting to break free.
“I want you, Juls. I’m just trying to do the right thing.”
“Thank you.”
“Come here, baby.” I pulled her onto my lap, straddling me so we were face to face, and I held her pretty face between my hands, and I kissed her, making sure she felt every ounce of my desire for her. I licked deep into her mouth and slid my hands down her sides, my fingers digging into her soft breasts, and Ipulled her down against me, my dick straining towards her. I rocked my hips up, leaving her no room to doubt my desire.
Juliette groaned into my mouth, so I rocked into her again. Her tongue tangled with mine, her hands grabbed my shoulders, and she ground down on me.
Juliette rocked and bucked against me, her heat searing through the barrier of our clothes, her movements and whimpers begging for more, so with one hand on her hip, holding her steady, the other skated under her shirt, over her soft belly, onto her breasts, palming one then the other over her bra, gently kneading and squeezing, loving the way she filled my hands, loving the way she arched into my touch, and the way she rocked against me.
“Juls,” I groaned, and she moaned in response.
She clawed at my shoulders, my back, my hair, and she ground into me. I felt the tension building in her, and it was fucking glorious. I squeezed her hip, thrusting up into her and urging her into a matching rhythm. I pulled down the cups of her bra and rolled and tweaked her nipples, and then with a pinch of her nipple, she threw her head back and cried out my name.
Fucking beautiful.
When she sagged back against me, I held her tight, chest to chest, our hearts racing together.
My dick was still hard enough to pound nails, but the soft, sensual woman on me suddenly went cold and hard.
I rubbed her back, but she didn’t relax. I gently pushed her back and, dammit, she was fighting back tears. She bravely held my eye contact, but she also held her breath. Like she was awaiting my verdict.
I cradled her face and kissed her gently. “So beautiful.”
Juliette broke our eye contact, and I felt my heart break a little too. The brave, sexy woman who’d just taken what she wanted from me was gone. Deflated like a popped balloon.
12
Juliette
Reality crashed down as I returned to earth after the most mind shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced. Dylan had just told me he wanted to take things slow. Then he’d kissed me, and I humped him senseless like an animal in heat.
In my defense, he had described jerking off to thoughts of me in excruciating detail, and he’d groaned my name against my mouth, sending the rumble of his deep voice vibrating through me. The need in his voice had awakened a need in me. His hands and body had sent heat and pleasure ricocheting through my body. But still, we were fully dressed, and I was the only one who got off, jerking and writhing on top of him while he just watched.
With my face buried against his chest, I tried to slink off his lap, but his gentle yet firm hands held me in place. He slid his hands up to my shoulders, and I tensed, readying myself to look at him again. I’d just had the best day of my life with Dylan. Icouldn’t stand to see rejection in his eyes now. He searched my face. I forced myself to hold his eye contact and braced for his rebuke. His disappointment.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I tried to move off his lap again, but he held me in place.