Page 35 of Only This Once
She kept up the sucking for long moments, making his thoughts leak away, then lifted her head, grinning down at him. “Still good?”
He swallowed. “I feel like I’m going to burst out of my skin.”
“Well,” she said, her gaze leaving his eyes to roam down his body. “I want to make you burst, so that’s good.”
Heat slid through him, from her words and from knowing exactly where her gaze had drifted. The bulge that had grown in his jeans was impossible to miss.
She sat up on the couch. “Why don’t you slip off your sneakers and swing your legs up here?” she offered.
She wanted him to lie next to her fully, not this weird half-body sprawl he’d been doing. He nodded, but it took him threetries to slip off his sneaker. Luckily, the second one came off much quicker. Her couch was longer than it looked. He only had to drag his torso up a little higher to fit.
Her hands rested on his stomach, and he remembered he still wore all his clothes while her shirt was off. Her breasts drew his eyes. He wanted to touch them again. He wanted to feel them pressed against his chest.
Realizing he’d been staring too long, he dropped his gaze, distracted by the ink near the waistband of her black pants. His finger traced the visible edge of the spiderweb tattoo. “When did you get this?” he asked.
She shivered under his gentle caress, her fingers tightening on his shirt. “Last year. You can push my waistband down to see it all.”
Hooking his fingers in the silky material, he tugged it down, revealing the black band of her underwear.
“That, too,” she said.
His finger caught it, shifting her clothing lower on her hip to reveal her tattoo. He couldn’t see anything more than that, but just the knowledge that he’d touched her underwear made him lose his breath. His fingers remained there, the placement intimate in a way he’d never experienced before.
His thumb traced over the heart in the middle of the spiderweb. “It suits you,” he said.
“Thanks. I like it.” Her hands stroked the cotton over his stomach. “Can this come off?”
He swallowed, his eyes tracing up the curve of her hip, over her stomach, and landing on her breasts, so round and sexy. His hand moved to the rose tattoo at her collar, tracing the petals. “It’s only fair since yours is already off.”
Her hands slid lower, making his stomach tighten as she came closer to his groin. Under the cotton, her touch warmed his skin,soaking into him in the best way. She pushed his shirt up, and he lifted his arms to help her drag it over his head.
Jesse had never been the bodybuilder type. His torso was long and lean, his ribs and collarbone poking out more than having any type of six-pack. He wanted to cross his arms to cover himself, which were toned but not bulking with muscle, but they were caught above him in his shirt, their hands tangled together.
Julia lifted her leg over him and lowered her body on top of his. Her soft breasts pressed into his chest, the skin-on-skin contact making his head spin. She wriggled a little, sliding her nipples against him, and his hands jerked in the cotton of his shirt.
Her legs entwined with his, her silky pants sliding along his jeans until she cupped his hardness between her legs. His dick pressed against her, the warmth of her seeping in through their clothes, and his hips arched, wanting the friction. The spark of sensation was almost too much.
“Oh God,” he mumbled, going still beneath her.
Julia freed his hands, her own slipping into his curly hair. “This okay?” she asked.
His mind spun as his body shook, needing to move against her. “It feels good. Really good. I want—” He broke off, not knowing what he was going to say.
“This?” she asked, her body rocking over his like a wave. Their bare chests brushed and her movement pressed him harder between her legs.
“Yes.” She did it again, making him see stars. “God, yes.”
She laughed, her hands gripping his head to tilt it back. “Touch my spider tattoo again.”
His hands fell along her sides to grip her hips. The tensing of her muscles beneath his hands helped him follow her next movement. The way she rolled against him became asteadily spiking sensation. He arched up into her with the next movement, stars flickering behind his closed eyes.
“That’s it.” Her breath puffed against his lips, drawing his eyes open to see her bright-green gaze right there, staring into him. “Now kiss me again,” she said.
Their lips met softly, a slide of sensation. The kiss deepened with each movement into each other, until her tongue slipped inside, stroking his.
He loved everything. Her hungry mouth taking away his breath. The soft skin of her breasts shifting against his naked chest. The building pleasure in his dick with every push against her. Her body yielded to his hardness, even though their clothes blocked full penetration.
He rocked up into her a little harder, rewarded with her movements speeding up. It was as if they were having sex through their clothes. His dick was hard and aching. He’d never been so close before, not since that one night.
