Chapter 8 #2
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.”
She began to crawl up my body, but the second I could reach her, I hauled her there faster and kissed her breathless. Tugging gently on her hair, I separated our mouths, my eyes lingering on her lips.
“Beau, what did I do wrong?”
“Nothing, baby. Nothing at all. But you were going to make me come, and I don’t want that to happen before I can see to your needs.”
Her lips parted in shock. “I get to go first every time?”
“Every time, Jules.”
She considered that and suggested, “Maybe we can go together, like we did last time.”
I smiled at her. “We will. But I’m going to put my mouth between your legs and make you come that way first.”
Her eyes rounded in surprise at the same time her body shuddered.
My lips twitched. “You want me to eat your pussy?”
“I… I don’t know. I’ve never—”
“I know you haven’t. I promise it’ll feel good.”
She licked her lips and swallowed roughly. “What do I need to do?”
Just like that, Jules trusted me to take the lead. I kissed her again. “I’m going to scoot myself down on the bed. You’re going to stay right here, just like this, holding on to the headboard while you sit on my face. I’ll do the rest.”
Another shiver ran down her spine before she whispered her reply. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I said softly. Then I got myself into position as Jules hovered over me. “Sit down, Jules.”
“I… I don’t want to crush you.”
My palms were cupping her ass, and my fingers bit into the soft flesh. “You won’t. Just sit.”
“But what if you can’t breathe?”
It was an effort not to burst into a fit of laughter. Not only at the absurdity of her believing I wouldn’t be able to lift her off me if it ever came to that, but also that she believed it’d be a bad thing to suffocate that way. “I guess that means I’ll die a very happy man. Now, have a seat.”
She hesitated for a few more seconds before she complied. And the moment my tongue touched her, tasting that sweetness, she moaned and gave me her full weight.
“Oh, God, Beau.”
I hummed, continuing to lick and tease and feast on her. She tasted divine, and the sounds coming out of her had my dick throbbing.
My hands had gone from her ass and slipped around to the front of her body, drifting lightly along her skin toward her tits.
I captured them in my hands, squeezing them before brushing my thumbs over her nipples.
Not once did I take my mouth away from her pussy.
My tongue flicked over her clit mercilessly, and when her breathing changed and her hips began to writhe and squirm, I knew she was nearly there.
So, I continued doing precisely what I was doing exactly as I’d been doing it. She climbed higher and higher, her whimpers an indication she was barely hanging on. “Beau,” she panted.
I didn’t stop.
And a moment later, it happened. She came apart over me, her cries of pleasure filling the air around us.
I worked her through it to the other side, but I was so turned on, I barely got her there before I surged up and flipped her to her back.
I positioned myself between her thighs and drove inside, hard and fast. “Again, Jules. You’re going to come again.”
She whimpered once more, the sound like music to my ears. “Beau, I… I don’t think I can.”
“You can, baby. You will.”
I thrust my hips forward, driving my cock inside. My hands were splayed on her gorgeous hips, my eyes roaming over every curve. Those tits, soft and round and full, were utter perfection.
Feeling myself getting too close too quickly, my hand dipped down between her legs to help her out. “Oh, Beau,” she moaned.
“You’ve got to get there, Jules.” I didn’t want to stop, could sense her barreling toward that same precipice with me, but I was just barely teetering on the edge.
I went harder.
My hands worked her faster.
“I’m so close,” she warned. “Please don’t stop.”
It was a miracle I’d managed to hold on this long. She had seconds to get there. Mere seconds.
The moment she cried out in pleasure, an indication she’d gotten there, I lost that last bit of control. She’d gotten about halfway through, when the sight and sound of her became too much to contend with.
I was coming before I’d pulled out of her.
One hand went to my dick, stroking myself and spilling my release over her abdomen as the other clamped down on her thigh.
When I made it to the other side and could think straight again, I realized my error in judgment. She’d gotten me so worked up; I’d had sex with her without a condom. I could only be grateful that I’d come to my senses quickly enough and pulled out.
“Let me get you something to get cleaned up with.”
“Okay.”
I strode off to the bathroom with a single thought in my mind.
I was in such trouble, and I got the feeling that if I didn’t do something now to set the record straight with Jules, I was going to regret it.