My entire world explodes.
Colors burst behind my eyes, and I cry out, digging my fingers into her shoulders and holding on with the little strength I have left.
She draws out my orgasm until there’s nothing left. Until my legs feel like gelatin, until my body is too heavy to move, and I collapse in a sweaty heap of sated bliss. I lie sprawled and panting, feeling the happiest I think I’ve ever felt.
Jules props herself above me and pushes the damp hair from my face. “You okay?”
“I’m fucking perfect,” I say and close my eyes. But not before I see the satisfied smirk on her swollen lips.
“Good.” She sounds proud. And honestly, she should. I’m pretty sure she just wrecked me for anyone else all over again. Something I’m one hundred percent okay with.
Her breath warms my skin a split second before I feel her mouth press against my collarbone. She drops a series of wet kisses along my chest and the tops of my breasts. Her hand presses against my abdomen, and she shifts, lowering herself to my leg. She rocks once, twice, and by the third time, I muster enough energy to put my hand on her hip to stop her.
As hot as it is feeling her wetness streak across my thigh, it’s been over six years since I’ve gotten to touch her like this. There’s no way I’m going to let her get herself off by humping my leg.
“I really want to taste you, just give me a minute,” I tell her, needing to bask in my post double climax for just a moment more.
“Actually,” Jules says, and I can hear the hesitation in her voice. I open my eyes, worried that maybe I’ve somehow misread what this was. She bites her lip and peers at me through thick lashes. “I was wondering if, maybe, I could sit on your face?”
My jaw hangs open, and I stare, shocked and delighted by her request. A burst of energy courses through me, and I’m instantly wet all over again.
“Yes.” I nod vigorously. “Oh my God, yes, please do that.”
She crawls up my body and grabs my headboard, positioning both her knees on the bed on either side of my head. My hands wrap around her thighs, and I urge her downward.
We both moan when she lowers herself onto my mouth and again when my tongue makes its first swipe. And when she rocks her hips and begs for more, I’m fairly certain I’ve died, and this is heaven.
“It’s official. I can’t find my retainer.”
Jules laughs and holds up the covers so I can crawl back into bed.
Too exhausted to keep going, we both took turns in the bathroom before deciding to try to get some sleep. Now that things have calmed down, Ripley has bravely come into the bedroom and is curled on the foot of the bed.
“How do you consistently lose your retainer?” Jules asks and tucks the covers around us.
“I wish I knew.” I slide in beside her, naked and cold and seeking her warmth.
She cups my face and kisses me. “It’s okay. Even with crooked teeth, I’d still love you.”
“You say that now,” I tease. But the word love hovers between us, making my heart swell. Her leg slips between mine, and we press in so close that our noses are almost touching.
She’s so beautiful. Stunningly so. Even with smudged eyeliner and her lipstick completely kissed away.
“I’ve loved you my whole life,” I whisper. “And I’m pretty sure I’ve beenin lovewith you for at least half of it.”
The look she gives me is disbelieving. “Since you were thirteen?”
“There’s a reason I hated everyone you dated.”
She rolls her eyes. “You didn’thateTyler.”
“True,” I concede because, no, I never did. He’s probably the only one. “Envious, then.”
She runs her thumb across my chin. “Are you still envious?”
“Of the fact that he just signed a new multi-million dollar contract with the Cardinals? Absolutely.”
“Jackass.” She pinches my cheek and shifts a little closer. Her thigh presses higher, and it makes my breath hitch.
