Tipsy(40)

“Harder,” she urged as if reading my mind.

I obliged, trying not to cause her pain, but giving her what we both wanted. She was a vocal lover, making little mewling sounds, little moans, and gripping my hand with hers where I pinned them.

Inside my jeans, my cock throbbed. It begged for release. Never in my life had I been so ready to slide inside someone as I was right now. I wanted to pound away in her. I wanted to lose myself inside her taut, wet heat.

Anxious to go lower, I glanced up, catching her eyes, and said, “Keep those hands right where they are.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip. I removed my hand and moved lower, grasping the fabric of her panties with my teeth and sliding them down her legs. Once they were gone, her legs parted unabashedly and the heady scent of her damp juices was like a siren, like I was a boat, lost at sea, and I was finally coming upon my port.

I sat back on my haunches, splaying my hands out on each of her inner thighs and just looking at the display before me. Perfect pink folds were nestled beneath short, dark silken curls. The passion she felt was clearly visible. She was swollen and throbbing, slick with lubricant.

The engorged button partially concealed by her other tender parts was shiny and heavy. Slowly, I climbed my fingers closer. She sighed and mumbled something neither of us understood. Using my fingers, I parted her folds and caught sight of the depths of her body.

Using a single finger, I swirled just the tip in her wetness and then traced a circle around her, spreading the juice wherever I could. I liked seeing her drip for me. I liked knowing her body was readying itself for me to enter.

Unable to take another second, I delved my finger deep within. She cried out and her legs began to quiver. I worked my finger out and then slid it back in, this time adding another so I was using two to penetrate her body.

The muscles of her vagina squeezed around my fingers and my cock jerked. Keeping my fingers inside, moving at a steady rhythm, I lowered my face and drew the swollen clit into my mouth. I sucked it gently, licking at it with my tongue.

When her thighs pressed in around my head and she started panting, I pulled away. She made a little helpless sound that I found endearing.

Julie reached between us and grabbed my face on either side, pulling me up so she could look into my face. “I want more, Blue.”

She released me and sat up as I sat back. Her hands were on my pants in seconds, fumbling with shaky fingers until I sprang free and pointed directly at her. She didn’t bother with my jeans; she had what she wanted and her lips slid down over me before I was prepared.

A long shudder moved through my body, and my head fell back. The heat of the fire warmed the side of my body, and colors exploded behind my closed eyes.

She worked me with her hands and mouth as I knelt between her legs. I fumbled with my pants, yanking out a condom from my back pocket and then shoving the jeans down my thighs and pulling her up to take her mouth with mine while I kicked the pants off the rest of the way.

I used the weight of my body to guide her back onto the floor, and her hands clutched my backside, urging me to the center of her body.

“Wait a minute, sweetness,” I murmured, pulling back so I could hurry to smooth the condom over my twitching length.

Once it was on, I rested my elbows on either side of her head and held myself just inches above her. She looked up, her eyes heavy with need, but there was more than that. It was almost as if she were slightly in awe of the feelings churning between us.

It was almost overwhelming. This moment had been in the making from the instant I leaned down into her window. The sexual tension, the immediate attraction I felt for her was unlike anything I ever experienced.

It’s exactly why this wasn’t a booty call.

Julie was never going to be someone that could satisfy me with a late-night call and an hour in the sack. The minute I dipped into her, I was going to be lost.

Her hand came up and cupped the side of my face; her other hand wound around my waist and her little fingers curled against my skin.

The same exact second I joined our lips, I thrust inside her in a single, long, hard thrust.

The kiss broke because both of us moaned. Our lips vibrated with the force of the sound. I held still, feeling her walls stretch out around me, letting the sheer bliss of being inside wash over us both.

She was the first to move, a slight rock of her hips, and then she was patting me on the bottom, giving me instructions to go.

I braced myself on my hands and started to move. Every single thrust sent energy soaring over my nerve endings, prickling over my scalp and making my bones tremble.

Her inner walls spasmed with every plunge, and she moaned, tossing her head back and forth as she clawed at the skin around my waist. Julie began to move, wrapping her hands around my biceps, planting her feet into the floor and raising her pelvis so she could meet each of my thrusts with her own.