Chapter 27 #2
“Nice to know that I'm not the only one who enjoys this.” Jules teased, then lowered her head and sucked one of Frankie’s nipples between her lips without breaking eye contact.
“Jesus…” Frankie’s head fell back against the mattress and she brought a hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle.
“Good, right?” Jules moved from one nipple to the other, lapping at it with her tongue as she rolled her hips, grinding her centre down on Frankie’s thigh and Frankie felt the fresh signs of Jules’ arousal now coating her leg.
So much for needing time to bounce back…
Nails scraped down Frankie’s stomach and she lifted her head just as Jules reached the edge of her underwear with her right hand.
She slipped beneath the waistband and brushed through Frankie’s small patch of hair before her index finger grazed Frankie's clit with the lightest of touches.
She slid her finger down, grinning at Frankie as she gathered some of the wetness she found there then slid it back up to press firmer against the small bundle of nerves .
“Shit…that feels good.”
“Did it turn you on?” Jules circled her clit with the tip of her finger, slowly at first then faster, all while rolling her own hips forward and back, using Frankie’s leg for her own pleasure. “Eating me out, making me come?”
Frankie gasped when Jules slid her finger back down and slipped it inside. “What do you think?”
Jules pulled out then circled Frankie's entrance with two fingers. She slipped them both in with ease, going as deep as the angle allowed her to. “I think you get off on making other people feel good. I bet you could’ve come all on your own if I gave you more time with me.”
God, Jules was reading her like a book and her face flamed at being so seen. She bit her lip and whimpered when Jules slid both fingers out, bringing them back up to play with her clit again. She was already so close, and Jules wasn’t wrong.
If she’d been able to go for another round right away, if Frankie got to taste her, to touch her again, she could have reached her own climax just from that alone.
From knowing she was the reason why Jules was coming apart at the seams, why her legs were trembling, why her breath came out in shallow, ragged pants.
Because Frankie was the one making her feel that way, Frankie was bringing her to the edge and taking her over it.
“Fuck, Jules…I-”
“You work so hard, you do so much. You take such good care of me, so let me take care of you.”
And Frankie did. She let Jules take care of her, she let herself fall.
Well, she’d been falling for weeks, for months, but she was falling again as Jules pumped her fingers in and out, as she stroked her inner walls in a delicious, addictive rhythm then slipped her fingers out to circle Frankie’s sensitive clit while chasing another orgasm for herself on Frankie’s thigh.
Frankie reached up and palmed one of Jules’ breasts, rolling her nipple between her fingers, then sliding her hand up higher, she gripped the back of Jules’ neck.
She sat up, bringing their bodies even closer than they already were, and the angle of the fingers buried inside of her changed, deepening.
“Yes,” Frankie panted, burying her face in the crook of Jules’ neck. “Yes…Jules. Fuck me.”
Jules did what was asked of her, but her own body started to vibrate against Frankie’s, her hips rocking faster as she ground down hard in search of all the friction she could get.
Frankie nipped at the sweat-slicked skin of Jules’ neck then sucked, before dragging her lips up and across her jaw to her mouth to kiss her again.
With her other arm, she wrapped it around Jules’ back to hold her close so she didn’t fall backwards. Her core burned from the strength it took to hold them upright in this position and from her own impending orgasm but it was worth it and she was so close, all it would take was…
Jules pulled her fingers out again and brought them up to rub Frankie’s clit again, firm and fast, the pressure of it enough to crack her right down the centre.
She broke their kiss and dropped her head against Jules’ shoulder, biting it softly as her orgasm hit and her body tightened from the pleasure as it rolled through her, the muscles in her abdomen tightening then relaxing completely.
A few seconds later, Jules followed Frankie over the edge as another orgasm wracked her body. She shuddered, tensing against Frankie, silently crying out as her body trembled then slackened.
They fell back against the mattress in a tangled heap of sweaty limbs, the melody of their ragged breaths the only thing Frankie could hear over the sound of her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
She slowly ran her fingers up and down Jules’ back and through her messy blonde locks and felt a kind of peace wash over her she couldn’t ever remember feeling before.
It was so easy with Jules, so natural, and Frankie didn’t think she’d ever been so physically and emotionally sated as she was now with Jules in her arms.
Eventually, Jules rolled off of her, collapsing onto her back and they laid there side by side in a comfortable silence until Jules started to laugh. She turned to look at Frankie and smirked.
“So…we’re like…really good at that.”
Frankie matched her smile in return and she wiped sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. Her body still buzzed with the lingering effects of her climax and she couldn’t deny the truth in that statement.
They really were very good at it. So good, in fact, that she was glad they weren’t in her condo given the wall she shared with Cam. She had no idea how loud they’d been but she knew every second was worth it.
She laughed alongside Jules and never, not even for a second, did she feel the need to cover her body with a blanket or navigate any of the awkwardness that sometimes followed sex. With Jules, there was no awkwardness. With Jules, it was just right.
All of it. Everything.
“Want to go again?” Frankie jokingly asked, though she’d happily indulge. “I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Oh, god no.” Jules covered her face with her hands and shook her head. “I think you broke me.”
“Yeah, well…” Frankie rolled onto her side and tugged the hands away from Jules’ face.
She entwined their fingers and kissed her knuckles then brought their hands down to cover her heart.
She knew Jules would be able to feel it beating, her pulse still racing in the final moments of the comedown from her high.
“I’m very good at putting things back together again. ”
A look flashed across Jules’ face, her eyes softening in acknowledgement. “You really are.”