She pushes me down on the bed and straddles my waist. Her breasts bounce while she gets comfortable, and it sends every single coherent thought flying from my head. I put my hands on her thighs and push them upward, refamiliarizing myself with her curves and the softness of her skin. I knead her breasts, and both of us moan. When I slip my hands underneath her bra, she bends down and kisses me roughly, cupping my jaw and sliding her tongue into my mouth.
God, I’d almost forgotten how good her kisses taste.
I need more of her. As much as I love her lingerie, I need it off. I reach for the clasp, but Jules slinks downward just out of reach.
A sound of protest escapes past my lips and shifts into a moan. Thankfully, she doesn’t stay away long. She leaves a trail of hot kisses down my stomach, only stopping when she reaches the waistband of my pants.
She gives me a disapproving look.
“These have got to go,” she says right before she roughly tugs my pants and underwear down my legs, leaving me in my wide-open shirt and bra.
“Jules.” My voice is breathless, the words I want to say stuck in my throat when she kneels between my legs. “I want…” I try again.
She looks at me, amused and questioning, and takes one of my legs and puts my heel on her shoulder, turning her head to kiss my ankle.
“I need…”
Her kisses move to my calf.
What was it I needed?
As if knowing the answer, Jules settles on her stomach, pushes my legs apart, and bites the inside of my thigh. I close my eyes and sigh.
I feel her hot breath when she nuzzles me, and I lift my hips, looking for contact. I open my eyes, and our gazes meet. She smiles softly and slowly drags her tongue between my thighs in one long swipe.
“Oh fuck.” I fall back on the bed and let out a filthy sounding moan.
It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. It’s been even longer since I’ve had sex with Jules, and I know I’m not going to last long. Not when she’s lapping at me like she’s dying of thirst and I’m her only water supply.
My legs shake from trying to hold out, to make it last.
Then I remember, I don’t have to. I don’t have to attempt to memorize the way her tongue swirls or the content sounds she makes each time her tongue dips inside me. This isn’t a singular experimental night tucked inside a hotel room. This is just one moment of many. The start of something that has no end. So when her lips wrap around my clit, I let it all go.
My release is quick and intense, her name spilling past my lips, breathy and holy.
When she finally pulls away and my hands fall from where they found purchase tangled in her hair, I let out a whine. I already miss the weight of her.
She carefully wipes at her chin and then reaches behind her to unclasp her bra. I watch with half-lidded eyes as she steps out of her underwear. I let my gaze wander and take in every bit of her perfect, naked body.
She crawls up the bed, and I rush to rid myself of my remaining clothes, anxious for her warmth and eager to get a taste of her.
We press together, and I push my hands through her hair, now a tangled mess. The smell of our mingling perfume mixing with our joint arousal sends me into overdrive. I put my hands on her, exploring and yearning to touch every inch of her skin.
One of her hands snakes between us, and she cups my still wet heat. She bites my lower lip, and I pant into her mouth as she slips one finger inside. I want to protest, to tell her it’s my turn to play, but it feels so good having her inside me that I pull her closer and beg for more.
She adds a second finger.
I lift my hips to match her rhythm and rock in time with her movements. We move together as if we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Her thigh presses into the back of her hand, her thrusts filling me deeply. My legs start to shake, and a bead of sweat trickles down my temple. The pressure builds, low in my abdomen, and I wrench my mouth away to catch my breath.
She presses her thumb against my clit, and everything goes from warm to scorching.
“You feel so good,” she whispers hotly into my ear.
I groan.
“Almost as good as you taste,” she adds, then bites my earlobe.
