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“Jealous?” She hoped for a moment he truly was.
“Maybe.” He pulled her face to his for a rough kiss that quickly turned heated, and for a moment, Julia wondered if perhaps he really was jealous. His kiss was potent and his hands fiercely possessive as he frantically pulled her shirt over her head.
“Too many clothes.” He yanked her pants off with even less finesse and Julia was giddy that he lost all control when it came to her. “I knew it was a mistake to let you cover up.”
Only when she was totally naked in his arms did he regain his composure. “That’s better.” His gaze devoured her once more.
“For you maybe,” she whispered, gesturing to his fully clad body.
Grinning, Ross tackled the button and zipper on his jeans as Julia went to work on his flannel shirt. Twice they bumped heads in their haste to divest him of his clothing. Finally, after much struggling and laughter, they were both naked and incredibly aroused.
Kissing her again, Ross’s lips became soft, almost worshipful as he slowly tantalized her mouth with his own and her body with his exploring hands.
Julia’s hands mimicked the actions as she studied and caressed his body. When she reached his rock-hard arousal, she used both hands, first gently, then more firmly, stroking down and reaching underneath to tease his balls, before moving back up again. Tiny liquid drops escaped the tip and Julia licked her lips, wondering what he would taste like.
Without awaiting an invitation, she bent down and ran her tongue around the head of his penis, teasing the small slit with the tip of her tongue.
Several breathless curses fell from his lips and Ross grasped her head. “God, Brown Eyes,” he moaned, “do that again.”
Smiling, she complied, kneeling before him and licking him all around his firm hard-on before finally taking him fully into her mouth. She worried she hurt him at his sharp intake of breath, but all uncertainty left her when she felt his grip on her head tighten and he pushed her farther down on his cock—silently begging for more.
His shaking hands and harsh breathing gave her clues to what he enjoyed. She experimented with her teeth and her tongue, applying pressure to different spots, discovering what he liked and what he didn’t. She was amazed to discover how much she enjoyed doing this.
The smell and taste of him was so uniquely Ross. She felt as if she’d been given a small peek at a part of him others could never see.
“Jules,” he said after several more minutes, “sweetheart, I’m going to come. If you don’t want—” Julia cut off the rest of his words by sucking even harder and farther into her mouth.
“Oh shit,” he cried as his climax overtook him, great spurts of come sliding down Julia’s throat, all of which she drank greedily, refusing to release him until the last drop erupted.
Ross’s grip on her head relaxed and, as a great oak falls in the woods, he collapsed onto the rug as if dead. Scrambling up, Julia knelt beside him, suddenly concerned.
“Ross, are you all right?”
“No,” he mumbled, “I was right. You killed me.”
“What?” She bent down to check his heart. It was racing and she became worried. What if he was having a heart attack? After all, he’d warned her earlier he wasn’t young anymore.
Noticing her concern, Ross grabbed her, pulling her on top of him. “I’m kidding, Brown Eyes.”
She slugged him lightly on the shoulder. “Dammit, Ross, don’t tease me like that. I thought you were having a heart attack.”
“Too many more blowjobs like that and I might. I thought you said you’ve never done that.”
“I haven’t,” she responded, pleased by his reaction. “I’ve just thought about it.”
“Lord, save me from sexy female writers because that is one hell of an active imagination you have.”
“Glad you liked it,” she replied.
“Yeah, well, never let it be said I failed to reciprocate.” He sat up slowly. “There’s a backpack over there on that chair, Jules.” He gestured to an easy chair by the bed. “If I could move, I’d go get it. Mind grabbing it for me? I’ve got some treats in there for you.”
“Chocolate treats?”
“No, you naughty imp, better than chocolate.”
She raised her eyebrows, suspicious about his remark, but she went to get the bag. Dropping to her knees beside him, she placed it in his lap. “What’s in it?”
“Toys.”
