Page 53 of Unexpected Love
In a flash, he breaks the kiss, his chest heaving against mine.
“Jules, baby. Open your eyes.”
I pry them open and am rewarded with the barest brush where I need him most.
A moan escapes as he slides his fingers through my folds, testing, teasing. My body is a string that he’s playing, my hips grinding, seeking more of his touch.
“Are you wet for me?”
I’m a puddle. A complete mess for him.
“Cal, I need…” I drift off as his fingers enter me in a long, slow glide.
Lips trace the shell of my ear. “I know what you need. I’m going to give you everything and more.” His lips trail down the column of my neck as he pumps his fingers into me. “I’m going to watch you explode on my hand first, then my tongue, and then I’m going to sink my cock so far into you, you’ll feel me for days, and I’m going to keep watching, Jules.”
It’s too much. He’s owning my body like he knows all of its secrets. Holding me safe, seeing me, taking care of me. Pleasure builds low in my belly as he pumps into me, using his body to hold me, hips grinding in rhythm to mine.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to sink into you.” His mouth blazes a trail up my neck, tongue tracing the curve of my ear, the line of my jaw. My legs are wrapped around his waist, and I feel each flex of his ass as he thrusts against me, and I wish it were more than just his fingers sliding in and out of me.
“Let go, Jules. I’ve got you,” he says against my lips.
Like he’s commanded it, my orgasm crashes over me like a wave.
The water screeches off, and I’m floating, then landing on my back on the bed, and then his mouth is on me, blazing a path across my damp skin, hot on my nipples, then cool as he blows across each tip, murmuring his approval as if he’s watching for my every reaction.
“We’re gonna get the sheets wet,” I complain, realizing that neither of us bothered with a towel.
“I’ve got clean ones in the closet,” he says, lowering himself further down my body. I lift my head, raking my gaze down the length of my torso, sliding my fingers into his wet hair. He sits up on his knees, dislodging my grip.With a hand under my knee, he raises it up, settling my ankle at his shoulder.
“Look at you, laid out like a feast before me.”
In the shower, I could keep my eyes closed. Pretend he had his closed. But laid out like this, I can’t bear to let him see how much I hate my own body. I’m nothing like the younger women I’m sure he’s been with.
He’s all hard muscle, and I’m… not. My breasts have lost some of their perk, and my belly is rounder than it was a decade ago. I’m not fat, but I’m no slender, taut twenty-something either.
I try to cover myself under the guise of playing with my breasts.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?” I whisper in response.
He nudges my hands away. “Don’t cover yourself. You’re in your head, so I must not be doing the job. Let’s see if I can change that and bring you back to the here and now.”
Securing my thigh by his ear, he sinks low. His tongue is a heated stroke, once, twice. Then he open-mouth kisses me, sucking my clit into his mouth, fluttering his tongue causing my eyes to roll back into my head as he devours me with his talented mouth.
Desire shimmers low in my belly again, coiling, ready to spring. My fingers find his hair again, and this time, I’m meeting him, grinding into his face.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” I cry.
He doesn’t. He sucks harder and adds a finger, maybe two, and still, I need more.
Lifting my other leg, opening me further to him, he changes the angle so that he hits the exact right spot inside and out, and I explode.
“Fuck yeah,” he growls.
He straightens, gripping my legs and pulling me down the bed, and then he slams into me in one slick thrust.
I cry out as he groans. “Fuck, I knew it would be good with us.”
