Page 31 of Rebel Heart
She blinked, shifting her attention to my face. “How do I look?”
I smiled at her. “Like a determined woman.” Jules squared her shoulders and sat up on her shins a bit taller. “I’d love nothing more than to see you determined and naked.”
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation as she kept her stare on mine and whipped that shirt over her head. “Better?”
I dragged my eyes down her beautiful body, loving the confidence she had, even with her lack of experience. Of course, with a body like hers, there wasn’t any reason not to be confident. In or out of clothes, she was exquisite. “Much better.”
Jules brought her palms to my thighs, allowing them to slowly drift up to the prize. I clenched my jaw in anticipation of having her hands and mouth on me, every muscle in my body rigid with expectation.
In one swift move, she made it there, curled her fingers around me, and settled herself on her belly, like she planned to be there for a while. The only problem was that I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d be able to hold out, especially with the way Jules was eyeing me up, holding me, and licking her lips. As though determining her hands weren’t enough to drive me wild, she parted those gorgeous lips and licked the drop of moisture that had formed at the tip.
My entire body went rigid, and I sucked in a big breath in response. The reaction was like a reward for Jules, because she smiled with pride before using that tongue again to swirl around the head. “So soft,” she whispered.
The air rushed out of my lungs.
Her grip tightened. “But so hard, too.”
I groaned.
“That doesn’t hurt, then? When I squeeze you.”
I shook my head. “No, baby. It feels amazing.”
She inclined her head with understanding and adjusted her grip before she stroked me.
My head dropped back on another groan. Why did it feel like this was the first time anyone had ever done this to me? Was it just that much better with her?
“I hope it won’t be a bad thing if I can’t take all of you in my mouth. There’s a lot.”
“Everything you’re doing already is so good, Jules. Nothing about it will be bad. Just take as much of me as you can and remember the things that I told you that helped.”
When that final bit of encouragement, she ran her tongue along the underside of my length from base to tip. Then she took me into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. My fists and jaw remained clenched as Jules took a few moments to work out what to do, how to move her mouth. But she was a fast learner, and long before I expected her to sort it all out, she was forcing my head to drop back as guttural moans tore up my throat.
Hearing them, she hummed with delight, which only added to my pleasure.
Of course, I quickly learned that Jules was excellent at following instructions. She did exactly as I’d suggested, focusing on everything, but putting most of her effort into suction and wetness.
When I looked down my body at the precise moment her eyes flicked up to meet mine, it was a wonder I didn’t come on the spot. I reached down, grabbed a soft lock of her hair, and praised her. “You’re doing so good, baby. I wish you could see how beautiful you look with me filling your mouth.”
She brought her other hand to my balls, squeezed, and winked.
She was sucking my dick and managed to wink at me.
I was in disbelief. This woman was beyond extraordinary.
I would have given anything to have this last forever, but I was running on borrowed time. Jules continued to work me, licking and sucking and never taking a break. I allowed her to go on as long as I could while knowing it wouldn’t be long before she took me over the edge.
At that moment, I experienced the sudden urge to get my mouth on her to return the favor, so I tapped on her arm and said, “I need you to stop.”
Jules froze.
“Take me out of your mouth.” I could barely get the words out.
Instantly, she freed me from the confines of that mouth, worry leaking onto her features. “Did I… Did I mess up?”
God, she was beautiful. And so damn sweet.
I shook my head. “You did amazing. It was perfect. But I need you to come here.”
