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As we lay there, panting and sweating, I stare into Julia's eyes, feeling the bond between us deepen. We may be sweaty and messy, but we're together, in this moment, in each other's arms, and that's all that matters.
I’m not sure how long we lay here in silence as I trace the outline of Jules' shoulder blade, her skin pale against the deep blue of her sheets. She's a flame in her own bed, red hair splayed across her pillow like wildfire. Her breaths are easy, a contrast to the hustle of Houston she embodies.
"Ry," she whispers, turning to face me, those green eyes bright even in the dim light. "This... us... it's not enough."
"Agreed." I prop myself up on an elbow. The Texas stars outside can't compete with the spark in her gaze.
"Once a month?" she suggests.
"Sounds about right." I nod, considering the logistics.
"Your place then mine?" Her voice is hopeful, a soft lilt that says she's ready for more than fleeting moments.
"Me in Houston, you in cowboy country." A smile plays on my lips at the thought.
"Deal." She grins, and something in my chest loosens. We shake on it, hands clasping as a pact sealed with laughter.
"Looking forward to more of your yoga moves," I tease, watching her cheeks flush with pleasure or maybe it's the remnants of our earlier activities.
Chapter 18
Julia
The last time I physically saw Ryan was him standing at my front door unexpectedly, and now here again he surprises me at work in the middle of the week. We decided to alternate months of visiting each other, but over the last few months, the timing just hasn’t worked out in our favor. So, video calls, texts, and phone calls are all that it’s been.
Now, he’s standing here in the flesh, disrupting my workflow, although decidedly a welcome distraction, I have to admit. If we were still trying to do the rotation of houses thing, but honestly, we haven’t discussed it since the last scheduling conflict. Say that he was going by that agreement, even then he wasn’t supposed to come into town until this weekend, and it’s only Wednesday. I don’t have much time to stop what I’m working on, though. But he’s kissing my neck and he brought me my favorite coffee drink. I always want coffee, and sex doesn’t hurt either.
As his lips move down my collarbone, I close my laptop and turn around to face him. I have the desk in a standing position today, so I don’t have to get up to pull him toward me.
When my mouth closes over his, work slips out of my mind. His tongue in my mouth makes everything else fade away. His hand on the small of my back pulls me closer, away from the desk. There’s a small couch in my office, and I can already see where his mind is going. I’m right there with him.
My breath catches in my throat for a second as one of his hands takes my breast under my shirt, caressing with his fingers on the underside while his mouth follows. Ryan’s deft fingers unbutton my shirt and unhook my bra. His movements so light, I never even felt him go there.
His feet move and guide me over to the couch, pulling me along as he walks backward. He takes me with him to a sitting position, my knees straddling him in a seamless movement. Everything goes faster after that.
Before I can think about it any further, his mouth is on my other breast, his lips closing over my nipple. His tongue flicks over it, and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I may have blinds and a locked door, but these walls aren’t soundproof.
I undo his belt, feeling how hard he is for me. He lifts up so I can pull his pants off, and my hand goes around his dick as they drop.
With his mouth still over my nipple, he goes for my tight pencil skirt, scrambling along the side to find the zipper as fast as he can. I brace myself with my other hand on the back of the couch. I’m ready for him to fuck me. He sucks my nipple when my skirt falls, and I want him inside me. Now.
Ryan has a little foil package in his hand. He must have pulled it out of his pocket before his pants came off. He opens it and rolls on the condom, lifting his head to look up at me,
“You ready for me?” He smiles and waits for my answer.
I kiss him, then guide his hand to my soaked panties, “What do you think?”
In a second, the panties are gone and he’s inside me. Our tongues twine together, lips moving to the rhythm we’ve created down below. He’s slow at first and I move with him, matching my hips to his, riding him.
I lean back to help him get deeper inside me, spreading my legs further. He runs his hands up my stomach to both of my breasts as my back bends and his strokes grow more intense.
I know he can go even deeper. I know he wants to go harder. I use my knees to push off him and then turn around to bend over the couch. I spread my legs and wait for him, seeing him get behind me, knowing exactly what I was thinking.
I feel him put his hands on my hips, and he teases me with the tip of his dick on my wet pussy lips. His long-callused fingers push inside me and stroke then he pulls them out to run figure eights around my clit with his wet finger.
I grip the couch harder and let out a low moan.
“Ryan, don’t tease me like that. I was so close.”
