longer I cupped her curves, the rosier her skin became beneath my touch. I smoothed my hand down the curve of her hip, down between her legs. She arched her back and dug her nails into the backs of my arms.
“Julian,” she moaned.
I nudged her legs apart with my knee and watched her green eyes squeeze shut.
“Are you nervous?” I asked, curious about her reaction.
She scrunched the bed sheets in her hand, opened her eyes, and stared up at the ceiling.
“A little bit. It’s just been a while and the last time I did this, it was dark and I was a little drunk and he definitely didn’t touch me the way you’re touching me.”
I smiled and scanned down her body, watching my finger slip higher up her inner thigh.
“Like this?” I asked.
She squirmed beneath my touch and kept a tight hold on the sheets. “I’m about to spontaneously combust if you don’t…”
I smirked. “Do what?”
She pushed up onto her elbows and her gaze flitted back and forth between my eyes.
“Julian Lefray, please put me out of my misery. Do you realize how long I’ve waited for this?”
I laughed and pressed my hand to the center of her chest, pushing her onto her back.
“I’ve waited just as long, Jo, but you have to relax. You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. Just let me touch you.”
She groaned and let her body fall back onto the bed. I gripped her hips and pushed her up higher on the bed. Her head hit the pillows and she watched me with a curious stare.
I scooted down and skimmed my hand down across her chest and stomach until I could grip her thighs and spread her legs even wider.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whispered, throwing her arm over her eyes.
“Jo, relax,” I whispered, pressing one hand to her stomach to hold her on the bed and using the other to keep her legs open. If I was about to put my mouth between her legs, I didn’t want her to buck up and break my nose.
“Okay. Okay,” she said, taking a calming breath. “I’m relaxed, I promise.”
Liar. Her body was still humming with nervous energy, but I loved the way she felt. She was so easy to touch, so full of beautiful curves that I’d been fantasizing about for the last few months. I was mesmerized by every part of her. The soft skin over her hip bones, the dip of her belly button, the arch of her back as I dragged my hand up her thigh and then pressed a finger inside of her.
Her lips parted and I gave her a second to still, then I followed the path of my finger with my mouth.
There was no point in waiting for her to remain still. Jo laughed and talked the whole way through the night. Every time I pushed her a little further, she’d slink back and make a joke, trying to lighten the moment.
She watched me with curious eyes as I slipped off my pants and boxer briefs. It was the first time she’d stayed silent the entire night. I crawled back on top of her and kissed up her chest, over the swell of her breasts, and up the side of her neck.
“I’m not nervous anymore,” she whispered as she wound her fingers through my hair. “I want this so badly.”
I leaned back to catch her eyes and we stared at each other in silence. If I stopped then, Monday morning wouldn’t be any less awkward. We’d already gone so far. I’d already seen every inch of her skin and I’d already heard a symphony of moans from her supple lips. No amount of time could erase those memories. I knew that, but as I slipped inside of her and she shook beneath me, I realized there was so much left hanging between us. She was completely open to me. For once, there were no pretenses or expectations. She wasn’t pushing me away and I wasn’t pretending that she was just a friend. No more playful, witty flirtation. Just lust, distilled.
Josephine
He took his time with me, winding his fingers through mine and pushing them out to the sides. He ground his hips against mine, watching and studying my reactions so he could discover what really drove me mad. I must have been so easy to read, because he could do no wrong. When he skimmed the tops of my breasts, I squeezed his hands tighter. When he caught my earlobe between