Page 74 of Shameless

“I love you too.”

I’ve never been kissed this way. It’s hot and urgent, dominant and soft at the same time.

The second his tongue teases the seam of my lips, I part for him.

My body reacts to every skilled brush of his tongue against mine and my bones turn to liquid fire.

If I wasn’t pinned between the wall of the boathouse and Jules’s hard body, my knees would give in.

The slow, hypnotic way the pad of his thumb is stroking the pulse point in my throat, reverberates all the way between my thighs.

My clit is throbbing with need, my nipples are two hard, aching points.

“Jules,” I pant, grabbing his hand and forcing it down to my chest. “I thought we had fifteen minutes.”

He covers my mouth with his, nipping at my bottom lip. “Probably ten by now,” he chuckles. “Why, are you in a hurry?”

“Unbelievable,” I bite out, dragging my hand from his hard chest to his washboard stomach. “You’re as much of a cock tease as Stefan. Even worse, judging by this.” I prove my point by tracing the outline of his hard-on through the thick cotton of his shorts.

His eyes darken and he pinches my nipple hard enough to cause a little pain with the wave of searing pleasure that surges through me. “Are we really talking about Stefan right now?”

Jules lowers one side of my tank and the bikini top underneath, freeing my breast.

The rush of cold, salty air of the boathouse would be enough to make me shiver with sensation, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his mouth closed around my nipple.

“Oh fuck.” I cry out. “Yes.”

He hums, sucking on my pebbled nipple. Then he bites and I lose my shit.

My fingers fly to the button of his denim shorts, making quick work of the zipper.

The skin of his hard cock is smooth and taut and I can’t resist the urge to run the pad of my thumb over the small opening in his head.

I’m rewarded with a bead of warm, slightly sticky fluid. “I want to taste you, Jules.”

He pulses in my hand. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. How much Iwant to come all over your tongue. But if we do that, there won’t be time for anything else and I want to taste you too.”

“No,” I whine. “I need you inside me or I think I’m gonna die.”

Jules is on the same page. “Me too. I was about to say just that. Even that isn’t going to be enough, Luls. It’s never enough with you.”

I regret not wearing a dress or even a skirt now.

Jules lowers my shorts and my bikini bottoms down my legs and I help him by stepping out of them as they hit the concrete of the dock.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Jules praises me, running two fingers over the sensitive skin of my slit and teasing my entrance.

“Jules, please.”

He doesn’t let me ask twice. He lifts me by the backs of my thighs, angling me so that he can slide me down his hard shaft.

I’m so wet, that he enters me easily. “Oh my God,” I close my eyes, squeezing my muscles around his hardness as the throb in my clit intensifies almost to snapping point. “I’m so close, Jules. So, so close.”

He rocks his hips against me, sending sparks of heat through my nerve endings. “Thank fuck, Luls. Because I doubt I’m gonna last very long.”

I tighten my muscles again, chasing the sensation that’s just seconds away. “That’s good, right?” I say, breathless. “We’re almost out of time.”

“I’ve got you.” He promises, moving his hips and lifting mine to lower me onto his rock hard cock. “Come for me, Luls.”

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