Chapter 36 - Jules #2
"He needs time, and zero pressure, and for you to keep being exactly what you already are to him.
" I round the island slowly. "And when he's ready, whenever that is, he asked for one more thing, and I promised him I'd ask you so you can decide.
You get the final vote. Somebody rather memorably announced very loudly that nobody asks the lady what she wants, so consider this me… us, asking."
A groan escapes her. "You all weren’t supposed to hear that."
"Maybe you didn’t intend for us to hear it but I’m glad we did.
" I stop in front of her and take both her hands.
"When it happens for him, he doesn't want to be alone in a room with his own head, waiting for it to turn on him.
If you agree, it would be the three of us.
Him, you, and me. I'd be there the whole time as his anchor if anything goes sideways.
He deserves to learn what it feels like when it's his choice.
When it's given. Both of us will be there to make sure of it. "
Understanding moves across her face, and right behind it comes something else entirely.
Color climbs up her throat and floods her cheeks.
Her breath goes shallow, her thighs press together under that thin cotton skirt, and along her bare forearms a faint shimmer rises under her skin in a soft pulse.
She's picturing it, the three of us together, every sexy, filthy frame in high definition, and it’s turning her on.
Oh, this is going to be fun. I let go of her hands and set mine on the counter on either side of her, boxing her in without touching her but close enough to feel the heat of her.
"You just went somewhere, Cin. Tell me where. "
"Umm, nowhere," she says, her voice high and a little breathless so she has to clear her throat. "I was processing. You know, emotionally."
"Liar." I lower my head until my mouth hovers beside her ear, close enough that my breath moves the small hairs at her temple. "Should I tell you what it will actually look like? Since you're processing so hard?"
Her throat moves in a slow swallow, but she doesn’t say no. Her chin dips in the smallest nod making me smile.
"It starts slow, baby. You in the middle of that big bed wearing nothing at all.
Me sitting behind you, your back against my chest, so he can look at you, admire you, as long as he needs to.
" My voice drops lower and gets huskier with every word. "My hands do the moving first. Down your throat. Over your breasts in a slow smooth sweep, until you're arching into my palms, desperate for more contact and he's watching and hearing every sweet little sound that leaves your lips as I touch, stroke and tug on your aching nipples. When you’re mindless and begging for more, I’ll move my hands down between those pretty thighs of yours and spread you open, showing him exactly how wet you are for us. I’ll show him where you ache to be touched and then I’ll show him exactly how you want my fingers inside of you. "
"J-Jules." My name leaves her in an unsteady whimper, and the shimmer under her skin spreads further.
"I'm not finished. You asked what he needs, so pay attention.
" A tremor runs through her, and I haven't put one finger on her yet. "When you're soaked and shaking past the point of being able to speak, I’ll take his hand, put it right where mine was, and keep guiding him with mine while he learns you by touch. He’ll be just as desperate to taste you with his mouth. He’ll moan at the first taste of you, with my hand in your hair and my voice telling you how gorgeous you look coming apart on my best friend's tongue.
And when he's finally inside you, you'll be looking right at him, holding him together with those pretty eyes of yours filled with need for him, filled with love.
I'll be wrapped around you both, keeping everything steady, telling him how well he's doing, telling you to take whatever you want from us. "
Her hands find my shirt and fist in it as her head drops back and her eyes flutter closed picturing it. The counter is doing most of the work of holding her up now.
"And after…" My mouth hovers just off the shell of her ear, still no contact, because the not touching just makes this so much hotter.
"After, when there's not one doubt left anywhere in him, it's my turn, and I’m not going to be gentle about it.
I'll have spent the entire night watching you fall apart for him while behaving myself, but I won’t be able to any longer.
You'll be screaming my name into the mattress by the end and begging for more from both of us. That’s a promise.
" I finish and step back, immediately missing the smell and warmth of her.
Her eyes open and her head comes back down to stare at me with her pupils blown wide.
"You can't just…Jesus…" She stops, breathes, tries again. "You can't say things like that and then leave for town. Leave me here without…"