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A shiver of pleasure raced down my spine as she slid her arms over my shoulders, threading her fingers through my hair and raking her nails over my scalp. I’d come to crave her touch. It felt so good to be touched and wanted. Even a look from her had the power to light a fire inside me I never knew existed.
Our lips met. Juliet wasn’t shy about kissing me anymore. We kissed for hours some afternoons. Never going further than stroking our hands over each other. I was dying to do more. On those days, my body thrummed with the need to be inside her for hours after we’d said goodbye. No amount of shower jerk-off sessions cured the ache.
I wanted to be surrounded by her warmth, swallowed whole by her desire. With Juliet I could shut off my brain for a few merciful minutes and be happy. I never pressured her to go further. Just like with kissing, I wanted to wait until she was ready. Until she came to me.
I’d take it from there.
That afternoon, I found it harder to restrain myself than usual. I blamed the damn dress. All day long I fantasized about sliding my hands up her legs, under the filmy material. I’d sat through all my classes but couldn’t remember a word of the teachers’ lectures.
She licked her tongue against mine. My hands slid higher. I swear I almost came in my pants when my thumbs grazed her inner thighs and she ever so slightly spread her legs apart.
Inviting me to do more?
The tip of my thumb brushed against her hot center. No, that was her satin underwear. Her damp satin underwear.
That was a good sign, right?
Keeping one hand clamped around her thigh, I continued to brush my thumb along her seam, pressing harder with each pass. Exploring. Discovering. Her breath hitched and she moaned as I slowed at the top. I pressed harder over that spot and she squirmed.
Christ, I needed another hand to touch her in all the ways I wanted. Her hard nipples poked against my chest and I so badly wanted to tease my fingers over the tips. But then I’d have to take my hand out from under her dress and release her thigh and I didn’t want to let go.
I ground my finger into her harder, moving my thumb in slow circles. Her breathing sped up, sharp panting puffs of air against my cheek.
She tore her mouth from mine. “Roman,” she whispered, harsh and urgent.
Our foreheads touched. “Does that feel good? Do you like me touching you there?”
“Y…yes,” she stuttered and squeezed her eyes shut.
I was definitely on the cusp of something major. “Tell me what you need, Juliet.”
“I…I don’t know.” Another low moan tore out of her throat and her hips jerked, pressing her warm, wet, satin-covered center into my hand.
“Oh!” she gasped.
I caught her louder moans with my kisses. My hand squeezed her ass, dragging her to the very edge of the counter. I pressed my hardness against her and she went off completely. Crying out too loud for me to silence with a few kisses. I clamped one hand over her mouth. The last thing we needed was someone busting in on us and ruining what was probably the high point of my life. She bucked and jerked her body against mine. Clothes in the way or not, the friction felt amazing.
Oh, shit.
Familiar white lightning shot down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to rein it in, but it was too late. We both came, panting, sweating, and whispering each other’s names.
“Roman?” She cupped my face with her hands and dragged me down for a long, lingering kiss.
So intoxicated with the moment, at first I didn’t realize what the sound coming from the door meant.
“Hello?” Mr. Broom shouted, then knocked again.
Our teacher’s voice snapped me into action. I flipped Juliet’s dress down, smoothing it over her legs before reaching over and unlocking the door. “Hey, Mr. Broom,” I greeted, trying to sound casual while ignoring the sticky mess in my shorts.
“Oh! It’s you two. I wasn’t sure who was in here. How’s it going?” he asked without a hint of I-caught-you-in-the-act coloring his voice.
Behind me, I heard the soft rustle of Juliet’s dress and click of her sandals as she slid off the counter to the floor. “I’m not so sure, Mr. Broom. I don’t think mine came out very well.”
She sounded perfectly normal and calm. Was I the only one with a heart about to explode from my chest?
“Let’s have a look,” Mr. Broom said, leaning over the counter.
Juliet peeked over his shoulder and gave me a soft, reassuring smile.
“I’ll, uh, be right back.” I escaped the room, leaving the door slightly ajar and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
Juliet
My heart wouldn’t stop racing even after Roman left the room. Mr. Broom went over my photos with me, but I barely heard a word. I nodded and smiled, even took some notes while he explained things to me, but the instructions were nothing more than petals floating away in the breeze.
