Chapter Ten
Jemma
I awakened to Julian’s breath between my breasts, his face buried into my chest while he held onto my body for dear life. There was so much heat radiating between the two of us that it was causing sweat to pool in the crook of my neck but I was scared to move. All I could see was the top of his head but I knew that if I could see his face I would find peace written all over it because peaceful was exactly how I felt. But the need to move away became far too necessary when I found that each breath lit the fire between my legs more and more. I tried inching away but his grip got tighter, crushing my body beneath him.
“No!” he softly cried out.
I tried a different approach, wiggling my hips and legs to glide upward but I only made it a little bit of the way before his grip tightened to the point of pain. When I realized where his face was now buried I nearly had a heart attack. His breathing intensified with every move I made and the next thing I knew his lips were placing tiny kisses on the little pink bow of my lace panties. My eyes rolled back into my head and I gripped the blanket as tight as I could without hurting myself as his mouth moved softly over the delicate cotton coverings.
Did it count as heavy petting if one of us was asleep?
Julian’s hands reached up, grabbed hold and ripped the panties from my body causing the flames burn all the way into the pit of my stomach. I could feel my nipples harden under my bra and even though I knew I wasn’t supposed to be allowing it I could not stop Julian from parting my lips and rolling his tongue across my sensitive engorged heat.
“Julian!” I screamed.
The moment his name rolled off of my lips he jumped up off the bed denying me more of what my body was begging for.
“Holy shit sweetheart!”
His hands went through his hair and I guessed that someone mentioned the pact that I made with Dr. Schneider, no doubt Brea. Given the state of my body at the moment I wasn’t sure whether I should be thanking her or ringing her pretty little neck. What I was sure of was that I had to finish what he had started, there was no way I could spend the rest of the day with a painful ache between my legs.
Without thinking I slowly moved my hands down between my legs and began to softly massage the tender space between my wet lips. I looked to Julian, who appeared mesmerized by the turn of events, pleading with him to take his pants off and willing him not to touch me. Nowhere in my agreement with Dr. Schneider was there anything that said masturbation was off limits and something about watching Julian let go right along with me fueled my desire.
“Stroke yourself Julian.” I begged. He sat down next to me in the bed and began to run his hands up and down his hard shaft.
I imagined his hands were the walls of my desire which caused my touch to become more desperate. I wanted to taste him, to know what his wetness tasted like on my tongue. Suddenly I was filled regret about never having taken him to completion in my mouth. My tongue rolled around my lips while my free hand moved up to pinch my swollen nipples. Both of our gazes moved back and forth between our eyes and the heat between each of our legs until our bodies reached their peak and released the pressure mounting inside while softly crying out each others names.
“My God, sweetheart! You are going to be the death of me.”
Feeling adventurous I smiled at him and decided it was time to solve a question that had been weighing on me since the moment I saw his hard shaft pop free from his pants. I sat up and scooted next to him on the bed. I placed a few kissed on his lips and reached down for his hands that were resting atop his semi erect penis. I put his stroking hand to my face which was wet with his essence and carefully began to lick the salty liquid from his fingertips one by one.
My eyes never left his but I knew just a few inches away his cock was getting hard again with ease tease of my tongue. The liquid was sweet and salty, it tasted like candy and I needed as much of it as I could get. His breathing was loud, he was panting and I could see he was having trouble breathing. But still I continued until he was licked clean. I leaned in and pressed one simple soft kiss on his lips.
“Don’t die on me yet sweetheart.”
I licked and sucked on the end of his ear sending a shiver down his arm. What exactly constitutes “heavy petting”? Note to self, next visit with the good doctor request clarification.
“Sixty days until I have your cock in my mouth. I will suck you dry after you have fucked me to the point that I am rubbed completely raw.” I whispered into his ear.
A wave of success came over me as I stepped up off the bed and climbed into the shower locking the door behind me. I abandoned him sitting on my bed, mouth agape holding his erect staff in his hands.