Page 45 of Only This Once
Julia’s head dipped beneath his chin, and suddenly she was mouthing his neck, right over his Adam’s apple. The feel of her lips there sent a fresh rush of need inside him. There was something vulnerable about having her mouth on his neck like that, but it was Julia. He trusted her. A haze tried to take over his mind as his hips kicked forward again.
“Oh God,” he moaned when her mouth trailed to the side of his neck and she nipped him, her teeth sending goosebumps along his skin and a surge of sensation straight to his dick. He whimpered, but she seemed to like the sound. Her body arched into his as she tried to wrap her arms and legs around him and drag him even closer.
He loved the way her body lined up with his. Her soft breasts cushioned his chest and slid against him with every rock of their hips, her hard nipples grazing his shirt. Her thighs gripped his hips hard while the heels of her feet dug into his ass in an attempt to draw him closer when there was no closer to go, not while dressed.
His hands moved to her hair, and he tugged her head back from his neck so he could kiss her mouth again. He didn’t need to breathe or talk. He just needed to drown in her. That would happen any second now.
She chuckled against his lips, nipping them. “We need less clothes.” She dragged his hands around her neck to the strings tied at the back. “Me first.”
A light tug and the front of her shirt sagged, showing the soft flesh of the top of her breasts. His fingers skimmed her sides as he pulled her shirt lower, and she was the one to shiver this time. She liked his touch. Her brownish-pink nipples, already puckered into tight buds, drew his gaze. He licked his lips.
“You can put your mouth on them,” she urged, her hands in his hair to draw him down to her.
Jesse had no idea what he was doing. He kissed one of her nipples, his lips tingling from the contact. A quick glance up found her eyes intently watching him. He couldn’t fuck this up. His tongue slid out, licking her next, and her chest pushed up against his mouth, the nipple slipping between his lips. He closed them tight around it and sucked almost by instinct.
Her hands tightened in his hair and her head fell back. “That’s it. Don’t be gentle. Suck it hard.”
His hands slid over naked skin, so warm, until he slid beneath her to hold her back. He pulled her chest up and sucked on her nipple harder, flicking it with his tongue. When she tugged on his hair, a thrill shot through him and he rocked against the bed, the friction of it bringing that haze over his mind again.
Her nipple slid out of his mouth with a small pop before he turned his head and pulled the other one into his mouth. He sucked on it even harder, loving the way the soft flesh of her breast pressed against his face. She let out a happy hum as she pulled him in tighter. He nipped her with his teeth and the hum turned into a groan.
Her hands left his head to fumble between them, the sound of the zipper on her black jeans amazingly loud in his ears. She nearly knocked him in the face as she started to wriggle out of them, and he lifted his head.
“Naked. I need to be naked. Help me.”
His hands moved to her hips, helping her to drag the clinging jeans down her thighs. The string of her panties went with it, and his breath panted against her bared, smooth pussy.
“All the way off,” she urged, trying to kick the jeans free.
He moved down her body, dragging the material the rest of the way past her feet and letting them drop to the floor.
Julia parted her legs, and he looked right at her glistening, pink slit. Her fingers moved between her legs, stroking over her opening.
“You can touch me.”
His gaze moved up to meet hers. Her eyes seemed to devour him as her tongue slid along her lips. His hands slid up her legs to her thighs, and she opened them even wider, her hands finding his arms and tugging him toward her.
“It’s okay. Remember what I showed you?”
His heartbeat was hammering in his ears as he knelt between her legs and reached for her pussy. His finger stroked along her slit in the same way she had, and his nostrils flared at the dampness already coating his finger.
Her hands moved to her pussy lips, pulling them wider as she stroked one finger right over her clit. “Here. Touch me here. Not too hard.”
He replaced her finger with his own, stroking and loving the way her head fell back with a ragged sigh.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
His dick was throbbing in his pants as he continued to touch her. Her legs folded up, her feet flat on the bed as her knees fell wider. Her hands continued to hold her pussy open to him, letting him see how wet her opening was getting. He dipped down, gathering more of that wetness on his finger before focusing on her clit again. Her thighs shook as his finger slid smoother and faster in the small circles he’d watched her do once before.
“Oh, fuck.” Her breathy sighs switched to excited grunts as her body shook beneath his touch. Her head shifted on the bed, mussing up her cap of hair.
He was going to make her orgasm. His dick ached even more, and his balls had drawn tight and high. He prayed like hell that he wouldn’t come in his pants again.
His finger sped up, stroking her more firmly as he watched her face, her lips going slack as she groaned and her hands fell away. Her thighs tried to close, but he was still between them, his body keeping her open. He kept rubbing her clit as it pulsed beneath his touch. She didn’t scream or groan with her orgasm; she just stared into his eyes as her hips jerked up against his hand.
His mind felt dizzy by the time her thighs fell wide again. He was one tightened nerve centered on his strangled dick.
“I’m nice and wet now.” Her voice was a deep hum in his ears as he stared at her pussy. She was right. Her pink slit was even wetter now, practically dripping. “It’s your turn, Jinx. Get naked. I want you inside me.”
