Chapter 5 Julia
“Do you want to show me your room?” I ask when I can form coherent thoughts again.
“I’d love to,” Mel says, running a thumb along my jaw. “But I don’t think it’s that different to yours.”
“I don’t have a bath.”
“How do you know that I have a bath?”
“Because I’ve heard you sloshing around the tub every night.” I laugh.
“You’re joking?” Mel says, aghast.
“No,” I sit up to whisper close to her ear, “I had some quite dirty thoughts about you washing yourself.”
Mel pulls back to read my face, eyes lit by the waning fire. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises! I want to hear more about your dirty thoughts.”
“Or, I have a better idea.” I uncurl my legs to stand and offer her a hand.
***
She’s right that our rooms are not that different.
Old-fashioned and airy, with lofty ceilings and dark wood furniture.
Though where I have bags of toiletries and makeup meticulously arranged on the dresser, Mel has a motorbike helmet and gloves.
I set about lighting a couple of tapered candles from the reading room and place their brass holders on the windowsill and bedside table.
“Are you going to make me read my writing aloud?” Mel asks, when I return to her. “To prove that I can actually write?”
“You don’t have to prove yourself to me,” I say, threading two fingers into the belt loops of Mel’s jeans. “Or to anyone.”
I pull her against me, pressing my lips to hers. Her arms circle my waist, holding me so close that I can feel the heavy pulse in her chest.
“I want to get to know you better,” I add, running my fingers along the collar of her shirt. “But I don’t want to rush anything if you’re not ready.”
“Trust me, this is the best I have felt in months,” Mel says, cupping my cheek in her warm hand.
I pick at the button of her shirt, watching her face for any sign of uncertainty.
When she smiles, I release the button and move to the next one.
A flash of rose gold beneath the cotton catches my eye and I gasp then quickly undo the rest of them.
The shirt falls open and all dignified words escape me.
“Oh my god, Mel,” I say, taking in the satin bralette barely covering her breasts. “I was not expecting that.”
She laughs softly through her nose. “I was sick of feeling miserable and thought this might cheer me up.”
“Well, it has certainly done something for my mood.” I tear my eyes from her cleavage to look back at her face. “You look stunning.”
I brush my fingers along the silky triangle of material, then run a nail along the outline of her nipple. Mel groans, her nipples hardening to points beneath the thin fabric. I pinch them lightly between my fingers, reading her response.
“Fuck,” Mel murmurs, head tipping back. The sight of her coming undone beneath my touch is exhilarating. I think of everything I want to do to her and the throbbing between my thighs intensifies.
“Is this a set?” I ask, teasing the button at her waist.
Mel laughs in her throat then kisses my forehead. “You can find out if you like.”
I unbutton the jeans and tug them lower, gasping as the matching rose-gold knickers are revealed. Realising that Mel has been wearing this tiny sliver of material for underwear all day does something uncivilised to my brain.
“Take the jeans off,” I say urgently, then add, “please.”
I step back as she removes the trousers, watching in awe as she straightens again. All six foot of her standing tall in front of me, wearing nothing more than a few inches of satin material, long blonde hair falling loose about her shoulders.
“You look like a Goddess,” I say, tracing the curve of her hips with my palms, even more exquisite than I ever imagined.
Velvet soft and hot beneath my fingers. I follow the outline of her thighs, sinking to my knees in front of her.
And then I see how wet she is, the material sticking to her folds.
“Oh wow,” I gasp. “You’re soaked.”
“What do you expect after that scene downstairs?”
“This is a thing of beauty,” I say, running my finger down the damp satin, her clit deliciously swollen beneath the fabric. “Wait… are you… are you completely bare under this?”
“We have to wax before a shoot,” Mel says.
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“What a treat…” I murmur, then lean closer. Mel’s knees momentarily buckle as I press my lips to her tender skin. She places a hand on my cheek to steady herself, then pushes me gently back.
“There’s one more thing,” she says, voice hoarse. I look up at her, so exposed and beautiful above me. She takes hold of my hand and encourages me back to standing. “I just want to let you know that I’m… so, I’m a squirter.”
“Ooh, are you?” I relish this new piece of information about Mel, excited to know more about this side of her. “I can’t wait to see that.”
“Not always. It can be hard for me to come sometimes.”
“From oral?”
“From anything.” She rubs a palm along her jaw. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it, but I find it hard to let go. Particularly knowing that I might gush everywhere.”
“Well, there’s absolutely no pressure to come,” I say, kissing the stretch of her neck up to her ear, then whispering, “But I would love to see you lose control like that.”
“I’d love it too.” She tips her cheek against my hair as I kiss the soft hollow beneath her ear.
I circle my hands back around her hips, bringing us flush together.
She relaxes into it, sliding a hand to the dip of my back, holding me close.
I return to kissing her lips, enjoying the softness of her mouth brushing mine, how unexpectedly gentle she is with me after such a firm hand downstairs.
I let her set the pace with slow, intentional touches that run hot through my entire body, building to more urgent, all-consuming kisses that make me feel dizzy with want.
When we draw back into the heated space between us, Mel whispers, “Your lips feel even better than I imagined.”
“You’ve imagined my lips?”
“I might have had a few unprofessional thoughts myself.” She laughs, tipping her forehead against mine, the clean mint scent of her hair falling around us.
“Well, please allow me to inspire some more unprofessional thoughts.” I twist to the bedside table to pick up the candlestick, then take hold of her hand.
She smiles as I tug her into the bathroom, setting the candle down on the windowsill, then pushing her against the edge of the roll top bath.
“Sit there, please,” I say and she obliges, settling into position with her hands on the rim, legs spread wide. This could just be a classic lingerie model pose, but I can’t help but feel like she’s reading my mind. Or perhaps the screenshots in my phone.
I ease the glasses from my nose and set them beside the sink, then pull my polo neck up over my head. Her trademark smile returns as I wiggle out of my skirt, undeniably sexy in its assurance, tugging at the left side of her mouth.
“This slinky two piece is adding a whole new level of detail to my fantasy,” I say, straddling her thigh and leaning down to kiss her lips again.
She pulls my hips closer, and it takes all of my self-control not to grind down against her, let the kiss deepen into something more.
Instead, I slide off her knee and brush my lips across the swell of her chest, planting tiny kisses along the edge of her bra, sinking lower until I am on my knees again. “But now I want to see all of you.”
A tiny metal clasp holds the bralette together at the front, I pinch the edges and meet Mel’s gaze. She reads the question on my lips and answers with a throaty, “Yes.”
I slowly unclip the bralette and let the material slide loose off her breasts.
“Beautiful,” I breathe as her flushed pink nipples stiffen with the exposure.
Mel tips her chin to watch as I take one of her breasts into my mouth, keeping my eyes fixed on hers as I circle the nipple with my tongue.
A sharp breath escapes her as I gently suck at the swell of flesh, drawing more of her breast into my mouth.
The ragged moan that Mel lets out as I suck harder resonates deep between my thighs, pulsing with every throaty groan that follows.
I release her softened nipple and move to the other side, running my wet tongue across her areola.
Mel’s thighs clamp around me as I attend to her other nipple, her chest rising and falling with hard, shallow breaths.
“That’s so fucking good,” she gasps, gripping the edge of the tub.
When her hips start rocking against me, I break from her nipples to trace kisses down the length of her abs, then lean back on my heels to appreciate the scene. Melissa Turner, so raw and beautifully wet for me, face shadowed by the candlelight, the fire in her eyes glittering with want.
I smile, enjoying the assurance of her desire, and lean in to press my lips to the gorgeously damp satin.
Beneath me, the heat of her skin radiates through the material, the scent of her arousal making me feel half-delirious.
I linger a moment, and Mel moans deep in her throat, angling her hips closer. Showing me how much she wants it.
And it will be my pleasure to give this woman exactly what she wants.
“Lift up for me,” I say, hooking my fingers into the thin straps of her knickers.
It seems a shame to remove her underwear, she looks so good wrapped up tight in them, but I want to taste all of her.
I peel the soaked material away from her bare skin, enjoying the slow reveal of her labia; swollen and wet, opening for me like a ripe piece of fruit.
I run my tongue down the length of her, tasting the sweet tang of her arousal, and Mel shudders, sliding her fingers into my hair.
I press a finger to either side of her labia, spreading her open, and slowly tongue the exposed folds between.
She lets out a long exhalation and her whole body seems to soften.
I flatten my tongue against her clit, lapping slowly as she holds my hair back, murmuring my name.
I love hearing her lose the thread of her thoughts, thinking only of me between her legs.
“You taste incredible,” I say, moving lower to sink my tongue deeper.
Her juices smear across my chin as I press into her, drinking her in.
Mel’s fingers tighten in my hair as I return to her clit, slowly circling that swollen bud with my tongue.
I hold her thighs as they tremble, looking up from between them to find her watching me, eyes heavily lidded, mouth parted in pleasure.
“Fuck… Julia, that’s—ah—you’re so good.”
I hum in reply and she gasps at the vibration. So, I switch tack. Planting my lips firmly around her clit and alternating humming with slow flicks of my tongue. Her thighs start to shudder more keenly and her breath grows frantic.
“Julia—” she says, voice thick. “Oh god, Julia, I’m gonna come—”
She arches back, releasing a guttural moan as her clit throbs hard beneath me. A flood of juices slide across my tongue, dripping down my chin. I lap at her softly as the undulations of her hips slow and her thighs relax on either side of me.
Mel releases her grip on my hair, smoothing it back from my face. Then she tips my chin up to face her.
“Christ, Julia,” she says. Even in the dim light I can see that she is flushed a deep pink from chest to cheek. “I haven’t come like that in a long time. You really know what you’re doing with that mouth.
“Glad to be of service,” I reply and twist my face to kiss her palm.
Mel bends over to kiss my forehead, then pulls me up to standing.
“Your lips feel extra plump now,” she says, taking my bottom lip between hers and sucking it.
“That’s all you,” I say, enjoying the slickness of my face against hers. She pulls me back onto her thigh, deepening the kiss with her tongue.
“Wait,” I say, breaking from her to turn on the tap. “I have one more idea to share.”
***
It turns out that corner shop bath bubbles are the most enthusiastic on the market, quickly filling the tub with lavender-scented froth.
Mel steps into the bath first, long legs making easy work of the high-top rim.
I climb in after, easing down to sit between her thighs.
Around us, the room is shadowed and still.
Lit by the low flame of two tapered candles on the windowsill.
Rain thrums steadily against the glass outside, but the wind has quietened.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the back of your neck before,” Mel whispers as she nuzzles the exposed skin beneath my hastily tied bun.
“Do you feel like a Victorian seeing ankles for the first time?”
“Much worse than that.” She kisses the hair sticking to my neck, arms circling my waist. “It’s giving me ideas.”
“I enjoy your ideas,” I say and lean back against her chest.
Mel’s wide hands glide over my belly, then up to my breasts, massaging them lightly.
“Is this how you imagined me in the bath?” she whispers, low and soft against my ear.
“Not quite, but I like this better.” I exhale a long breath. “I like how you inspire me.”
“I feel the same,” Mel says, circling my nipples with her fingertips.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say, words slipping away from me as she hums her approval. “I’m going to pitch the sapphic baker story to my agent tomorrow.”
“Are you?” Mel murmurs, then slides her right hand down between my thighs. “Good girl.”
THE END