I held my breath, not wanting to persuade nor discourage her in any way. Yes! She reached a tentative hand into the waistband of my boxers and pulled my dick out, running her hands hesitantly up and down the shaft. She shifted, leaning up to peer at it. I fisted the sheets, willing my body to be still and calm, letting Juls take control.
Juliette released me for a second to pull her shirt off, then she was back and exploring me. There’s no other word for it. She moved her hand quickly, then slowly. Gently, then roughly. She teased my crown with her fingertips, then wrapped her fist around me. Licked and sucked and traced the ridges of my cock with the tip of her tongue.
Like last night, she was all enthusiasm and passion. So damn sexy with her eagerness to touch and taste. She lacked the practiced techniques that other woman relied on, and it was fucking amazing.
Appreciative sounds rumbled out of my chest, drawing a smile from her. I forced my body to be still, letting her set her own pace and depth, even though I desperately wanted to rock my hips and plunge myself into her sexy mouth. I couldn’t stop my hands, though, not with those glorious breasts swaying inches above me.
I caressed her, teasing circles around her nipples, but when she nearly swallowed my cock, my hands clenched around handfuls of her softness. She moaned around me, the vibration unlike anything else, so I kneaded and squeezed, and pulled her nipples, elongating her tits, then plumped them up together, loving the way they molded to my hands, heavy and full.
When she kissed my tip with a little suck while pumping her fist around the shaft, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I dropped her tits and grabbed her curls, careful to give her room to move away if she wanted, and pumped my hips.
“Show me,” she said around my dick.
I put my hand over hers and moved her hand slowly and firmly over the base of my dick. “Keep doing that while you suck on me.” She did, and within a minute, I was pumping into her hand and her mouth, craving the release I knew was coming any second.
“Juls! I’m coming!”
She lifted her mouth off me just enough to say, “Yes, come. Come for me.”
I pulled away from her mouth and put my hand over her hand, moving it exactly how I knew would finish the job as I flipped her onto her back, hovering over her. I was more excited than I probably should be about marking her as mine. Herwords, her beautiful body, her touch, her obvious pride in her handiwork, had me exploding over her in moments. I shot off, groaning Juliette’s name as I watched the streams of my come land on her breasts and stomach.
Breathing heavy from my climax, I dropped to Juliette’s chest, my release smearing between us. “I’m sorry if it makes me a caveman, but it feels like I just claimed you as mine, and I want to keep it that way. You’re mine now.”
“Yours. I like that. And you’re mine too.”
“I’m all yours, Juls. I’m going to show you how happy that makes me.”
“Yes, please.”
I kissed her thoroughly before caressing my way down her body, smoothing my hands over her body, slick with my come. I slid my thumbs in the waistband of her panties, brushing over the softness of her mound as I pulled them down. She choked out a sound, half cry, half gasp. My fingers tightened on her inner thighs, but I didn’t let her sweet, pleading sounds deter me. I teased my way down her legs, divested her of her panties, and teased my way back up.
“Dylan, please!”
The sound of her begging twisted through me. Some primal part of me liked it, but some other part of me rejected the thought of making her want for anything. I wanted to give her everything.
I zeroed in on her pretty pussy, and using my fingers and mouth, I showed her just how much I loved our mutual claiming. Glancing up, I saw Juliette’s hands on her breasts, rubbing my juices into her skin, and I nearly lost it again. I moved my fingers inside her with renewed vigor as I kept my eyes glued to her glorious come-covered breasts. Within seconds, her body tensed, her walls squeezed my fingers, and her ass rose all theway off the bed as she arched like a bowstring ready to pop. She screamed my name as her body convulsed under me.
“Hi,” Juls said shyly as her body relaxed and her eyes opened.
“Hi, baby. That was incredible. You’re so sexy,” I said as I kissed her and gently caressed her sticky breasts. I wasn’t allowing her any space to be embarrassed.
She smiled and tried to change the topic. “What are we going to do today?”
“I need to do some errands this afternoon. Laundry and things like that before I go back to work tomorrow. I don’t want you to go yet, though. Would you be okay just hanging out here with me this afternoon? Then Liam and Ryan asked me to meet them at Nolan’s tonight. Do you want to see if Jenna and Nicky want to meet up?”
Juliette agreed, and we shared a great day doing nothing of importance. We worked well together making breakfast and lunch. We snuggled on the couch watching a movie while the washer and dryer were running. Juliette read a book while I sorted through the mail and paid a few bills.
I loved having her in my space and in my life. It felt comfortable, as though she’d been there forever. Wait—did I say love? It was too soon for that, but whatever comes before love, that feeling was there in spades. It was soon, but with the shit I saw every day at work, I knew better than to waste the time we had. Horrible shit happened to good people every day, and after everything I’d been through with Kayla, I was not about to risk letting someone so good slip through my fingers.
“So what wereyou girls like in college? Were you party animals?” Ryan asked, sipping his beer.
“Oh yeah, Juliette especially,” Nicky responded sarcastically. “She almost shut down an entire frat party.”
“Tell us,” I said to Juliette, curious to learn more about her.
“Tell them,” Juliette said with a nod to her friends.
“It was epic,” Nicky said. “We were in the basement of some frat house. There was one lamp in the whole place, with a red lightbulb. Juliette here tried to dance?—”