Page 34 of Only This Once
His head tipped back a little, changing the angle, making it even more perfect. Were they even breathing anymore? Did they need to when there was this? Lips and mouths and tongues, each caress becoming more, becoming the center of her world.
He broke the kiss for a gasp of air, his eyes opening, heavy and dazed, the pupils blown wide.
“So you like that. What about this?” She nipped lightly at his bottom lip.
Jinx moaned from the sensation, and she grinned.
“So, good?”
He nodded, his head bumping against hers even as his grip on her pulled her in for another kiss. She leaned into him, letting out her own groan when her chest brushed against his, her nipples teased into tighter points. She couldn’t prevent a little love bite of appreciation, and he moaned again, his grip keeping their chests close enough to touch.
Each small writhe of her body sent the ache in her nipples straight to her clit, ramping up her neediness. Her hands found the back of his head, tilting it so she could lick inside him better, wanting to get enough of his taste that she could cling to it for days.
His hands moved from her head to around her back, shifting her more on top of him almost unconsciously. She arched into him, wishing their shirts were off so she could feel his skin against her naked nipples.
They broke for air again, with her doing most of the panting this time. “Want more?”
His lips found hers, sinking them both down into sensation for long minutes. He nipped her bottom lip this time, making her groan.
“Fuck, I like that. I want more. Not just kisses.” She gave him a swift, firm one to show she liked them well enough. “I want you to touch me, Jinx. Do you want that?”
His hands slid over the thin cotton covering her back. “Where? How?” He didn’t seem capable of full sentences anymore, which added more heat inside her. She’d done that to him just from kissing.
She pulled slightly away, and his hands loosened to let her. Her hands found the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head.
His eyes dropped to her breasts, and he licked his lips. His reaction was so tempting. She wanted to press her nipple against his lips and order him to suck.
Her breasts weren’t the largest things ever. They hung enough to sway when she moved, and the nipples were a darker shade of pink than her lips.
She reached for his hands, moving them to her chest so that her tightened nipples stabbed into his palms. “Here. Touch me here.”
His hands molded around her breasts gently, testing their weight. When she pressed closer, his palm shifted, tweaking her and sending another bolt down to her clit.
“That’s it. Touch me, Jinx,” she encouraged, leaning down so she could kiss his jaw, watching as his lips tried to chase hers, wanting them back on his.
His hands cupped her, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, the pressure better than his palms, but still so gentle.
“My nipples are needy. They like to be pinched.” Her hands settled over his, widening his fingers so her nipples were caught between them, loving his hands on her. She pushed his fingers together, showing him how hard she liked it and groaning at how good it felt. “That’s it. You can pinch and tug all you want.” Her mouth found his, her teeth nipping at his lip and making him shudder. “Make me feel good while I kiss the hell out of you.”
She dove in again, giving him the filthiest kiss yet. Her tongue stroked into him with all the pent-up excitement she was feeling as she pressed her naked chest hard into his hands.
Chapter 9
Jesse couldn’t think. He could only feel. Her mouth clung to his, soft and demanding at the same time, encouraging the swimming in his head. She no longer used her teeth, and he missed the sharpness of her small love bites.
The skin of her breasts was soft and silky where he cupped her, but her nipples were the miracle. When he pinched and tugged, she tried to writhe against him, her hips arching into the couch. She liked his touch. The idea intoxicated him.
He tried rolling the tightened nipple between his fingers. She pressed into him harder, groaning into his mouth. He’d done that. He was touching Julia’s breasts, and she was enjoying it. He’d never touched anyone’s breasts before, but it wasn’t just anyone’s. Julia was half-naked on the couch with him, and she was kissing him like she was starving. She wanted him. She’d said she did, but seeing her like this, hearing the sounds she made, it was more than he’d ever imagined.
His jeans had gotten too tight with how hard he was. He couldn’t help it. Everything felt so good. He kept his legs angledoff the couch so he wouldn’t poke into her. With the way he throbbed, he’d likely embarrass himself if they kept going.
Was he supposed to have brought a condom? He hadn’t thought of it. He hadn’t thought any of this would happen. His visit had been to tell her it wasn’t such a good idea, but now here he was, with his tongue inside her mouth and his dick hard. He was on the cusp of something that made him want to either thank her or vomit, he wasn’t sure which one.
His body wasn’t even his anymore. It had become this writhing, needy mess that wanted to take over. Maybe that was supposed to happen. He didn’t have to think this through anymore. He was with Julia, and she would take care of him.
She wriggled against his hands, making him realize he’d stopped moving, and he renewed the rolling pinch, enjoying the sounds she made in her throat as she arched into him.
Her mouth was a miracle, so giving and soft and insistent all at once. He thrust his tongue into the warmth of her, and she groaned before sucking on it, sending even more sensation to his dick, making his hips lift from the couch to press against nothing.
