11. James #2
For a moment, the silence just throbs there between us, as we both try to make sense of the enormity of the subject. Everything we’ve tried to hold back on all this time, it’s rising quickly to the surface now, impossible to ignore, impossible to deny.
We’re standing just a few feet apart, and I can almost smell the scent of her skin, the softness of it rising from her neck, so tempting it almost makes me stir right then and there.
“You still want me?” she whispers, and she sounds genuinely shocked.
But how could it ever come as a shock? After all that has happened, all that we shared, I still crave her like I crave nothing else in the world.
Every bit of good sense, every bit of logic in me that might point out what a terrible fucking idea this is, it’s vanishing faster than I can take hold of it.
If I don’t stop this soon, I’m going to kiss her.
And I don’t want to slow this down now that I’ve gotten this far.
I move even closer, backing her against the windowsill, and she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. Her chest is rising and falling fast, her gaze fixed to mine like it’s been superglued there.
“Of course I do.”
And before I can think about what I’m doing for another second, I lean in, plant my lips against hers, and kiss her for the first time in what feels like forever.
My hands come to her waist at once, fingers digging into her curves. It has been so long since I’ve touched her, and I’ve never had her to myself like this. I intend to make the very most of it, not wanting to pass up the chance to remind myself of the gift of her presence.
Her lips part and my tongue slips past them, and I feel my cock coming to life inside my jeans, hardening against her hip as I move in to take what is mine once more.
She lets out a slight moan against my lips as I lift her onto the sill, pulling her legs apart so I can lean against her.
I want her to feel how badly I want her, to wipe any doubt from her mind that I desire her more than I’ve ever desired anyone before in my life.
If anything, I need her touch with even more intensity than I did that first time we met, because I’ve been pining, waiting, anticipating for so long that I can’t hold back.
I sink my teeth into her bottom lip and tug on it slightly, listening to the whimper she makes in response, and reach for her jeans so I can divest her of everything she’s wearing below the waist.
She lifts her hips slightly, letting me undress her, and I make quick work of her jeans and panties as I toss them to the floor below.
Her heart is thudding against my chest, a sure sign that she wants this as much as I do, and I kiss her again, plunging my tongue even deeper.
Slipping my hand between her legs, I cup my fingers around her mound and dip my fingers into the pool of wetness that’s already forming between her thighs.
“Fuck,” I groan against her lips. “You have any idea how hot you are, Millie?”
She mouths something against my lips, but the words don’t quite come out.
I take that as all the guidance I need to push my fingers inside of her, spreading her folds with my hand as I slip myself into her slit.
Her hips arch from the sill, and she squeezes her thighs around me, her body already pulsing with sheer need.
I move my fingers inside of her a couple of times, then withdraw them, bringing them in front of her face and giving her a wicked smile. “Open your mouth. I want you to taste how wet you are for me.”
She does as she’s told at once, parting her lips and allowing me to push my fingers into her mouth so she can taste herself smeared on my fingers.
Her tongue works along my skin, drinking me in like it’s the only thing she can think about right now, and I reach down to adjust my ever-growing cock as I watch her.
Her eyes lock on to mine, clearly enjoying how much she’s turning me on, and I pull my fingers back and kiss her again, harder this time, teeth catching on her lip.
But her mouth is not the only place I want to taste her right now. I can make out the musk of her pussy on her tongue, and it leaves me craving more.
I pull back and kiss along her cheek, her neck, her collarbone, and then sink down to my knees in front of her as I spread her legs and drink in the sight of her pussy for the first time.
“Jesus,” I groan, as I brush my lips along the inside of her thigh.
I didn’t get a chance to explore her body when I was sharing her with the guys, but seeing it like this, it’s downright intoxicating.
I can already smell the delicious wetness emanating from between her thighs, and she squirms before me, clearly aching for some kind of relief.
As tempting as it is to coax things out a little longer, see just how much I can get her begging before I give her what she wants, I can’t deny myself any longer than I already have.
At last, I press my mouth against her pussy for the very first time.
The taste of her floods my senses at once.
I can feel it in every part of me, on my tongue, in my head, rushing down between my legs to bring my cock to an almost-painful hardness.
I circle my tongue around her clit a few times, and I listen to the sound she makes, the assurance that I’m giving her everything she wants right now.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, as she reaches down to grab my head, fingers digging into my scalp as she holds me in place.
And I’m more than happy to let her take control, guiding my mouth against her just the way she likes. I extend my tongue, letting it soften against her clit, and the sound she makes promises me that she’s getting off on this exactly the way I want her to.
I draw her clit lightly into my mouth, sucking on it gently, and I feel her thighs begin to tense on either side of my head as she comes closer and closer to the edge.
I could stay here all day, and, as I pull back to plant a long French kiss on her pussy, I wonder how much time we have before anyone else comes to check out the new apartment.
But I can’t think about that now, not when Millie tastes as good as she does, not when the sounds she makes are everything that I’ve been waiting for.
Her nails drag along my scalp, making sure I stay exactly where she wants me, and I coax my tongue down to her slit, brushing it against her entrance before I dip it just inside her, tasting her wetness right from the source.
I return my attention to her clit as I slip two fingers inside of her, massaging her pussy from the inside out as I continue to lavish her with oral attention. Her thighs are quivering against me now, and I get the feeling she’s not going to be able to hold out much longer.
I feel a sudden rush of craving, which amounts to something close to a demand to get her off, one that I’m helpless to do anything other than give in to.
She palms my head against her pussy as I lap at her clit, reaching deep inside of her to feel that slight ridge within her, and finally, I hear her cry out above me as she tips over the edge and into her release.
When she comes, it seems to shudder through the entire length of her body, every inch of her given over to the sheer pleasure in a matter of moments.
Her hips rise and she stills there for just a moment before she drops back onto the sill, never once breaking away from my mouth as she does so.
I work my tongue furiously against her clit as her pussy squeezes and pulsates around my fingers, the orgasm slowly subsiding until she seems to have made it back down to earth once more.
I pause there for a moment, letting her catch her breath, withdrawing my fingers and laying my head against her thigh so I can watch her as she starts to settle back into her body again.
I press a few kisses against the inside of her thigh, soothing her as I caress her, and she looks down at me, her gaze a little hazy.
“Oh my God, James…”
I rise to my feet, taking her face in my hands, and she wraps her legs around me to pull me in deep against her body.
I’m so hard now that I can feel the pre-cum leaking from my cock, and I know I need to be inside her in the next ten seconds or I’m going to lose it.
I might have been able to distract myself with the deliciousness of her pussy for a hot second there, but the truth is, I need to come, or I’m going to lose my mind.
“I want to fuck you,” I groan against her mouth. I reach between her legs again, rubbing my fingers up and down the slick exterior of her pussy. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Millie…”
And for a second, I’m sure I’m going to get the answer I want. But then, before she can speak, a voice interrupts the two of us, a voice that makes us spring apart in an instant.
“James? Millie?”
My head whips around, and I see Ross standing there in the doorway, looking at the two of us with obvious confusion.
I want to leap away from her, to deny this as best I can, but I know that he’s seen too much as it is.
And even if he hadn’t, she is very much naked from the waist down, and I don’t want to expose her before she has a chance to gather herself.
“Ross, it’s—” I begin to speak, but before I can finish what I’m saying, Ross has turned and walked out of the door.
I sink back against Millie, breathing hard, but well aware that the moment is lost. I can’t go through with this with Ross in the apartment. And, judging by the look on his face, he has a whole hell of a lot of questions about what we’re up to.
I press my head against hers, trying to remind myself that the real world still very much exists, and that I can’t just forget about it because of how badly I want this woman.
No matter how tempting it might be to just let all my worst instincts get the better of me, I have more important things to worry about now—and I can’t let myself forget it.