Julian #3
“Still.” Her hands cup my cheeks, our noses brushing as my forehead rests against hers.
“You could barely answer what day it was earlier. I have to make sure you’re in tip-top shape before we—” She cuts herself off with a sigh as slowly, reverently, my hands slide up her thighs.
She sighs into me and then stills as one hand cups her through her shorts.
Her back arches into me, whimpering as my thumb forms a tight circle over her clit through her clothes.
I already know she’ll be soaking wet even before my fingers push away the fabric covering her pussy.
“How’s this for tip-top shape?” I drag my index finger through her wet slit and up to her clit, circling the bundle of nerves until her legs start shaking around me. “Fuck, Leti. You really needed this, didn’t you?”
“Your fault.” Her breath is heavy as my pace increases. “You’ve been edging me for weeks.”
Weeks.
This small admission is food for my greedy heart. Has she been thinking of me since that first kiss, or even longer? God, the questions I wish I could ask without ruining the moment.
“That long, huh?” I reward that confession with a kiss, one she eagerly returns by parting her lips and sliding her tongue against mine.
I keep up the pace at her clit, rubbing tight circles with two fingers as she moans into my mouth.
Then I use one finger to circle her entrance.
She’s so tight, I only make it up to the second knuckle when she stills and winces beneath me.
“What’s wrong?” I ease my finger out of her, and the tension leaves her body. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not really. It was more like…discomfort?” She bites her lip, glancing over my shoulder. “I’ve never done the whole penetrative sex thing. Even using my own fingers kind of hurts the few times I’ve tried. Breaking my hymen is gonna be a real bitch one of these days.”
“You’ve never…”
She shakes her head, finally looking at me.
“Neither have I.”
“Hmm,” she hums into my shoulder as I return to her clit, her warm mouth licking a trail up my neck and making my dick throb.
A shiver runs down my spine, my hips grinding down against her thigh, as if that’ll do anything to ease the ache between mine.
If anything, it makes me ache for her hand or mine to wrap around my hard cock.
Anything to ease this fucking agony I’m in.
“You seem to know what you’re doing so far. ”
“Thank the romance books I swiped from my cousin.”
Inwardly, I cringe at the mention of Angela. The last thing I need to be thinking about right now are family members who’ve almost dated the person my fingers are currently inside of. On the bright side, I don’t have to worry about blowing in my pants anymore.
“Um, can we forget I said that?”
I don’t realize she’s holding in a laugh until her shoulders start shaking. She releases her bottom lip from her teeth, that smile blinding beneath the glow of the sunlight shining through the window.
“Oh no. You’re laughing.” But a smile is inching its way up my mouth too. “That can’t be a good sign.”
Her hands cup my cheeks, bringing my lips to hers. There’s no heat to it, but my heart swells ten times in size like the Grinch at the utter sweetness of it.
“It’s a good sign,” she says against my lips. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
“I can do that,” I tell her, kissing her again, this time with tongue.
She sinks into it, letting her body go pliant as I circle her clit again, letting out those soft little moans when my other hand squeezes her breast beneath her tank top.
Her thighs tense and then shake when I pinch her nipple between two tight fingers at the same time I increase the speed on her clit.
“That’s it, Leticia.” I reach down and grip her hip to keep her in place as she rides out the orgasm on my fingers. “Let it out. Let me have it, baby. Let me have everything. I can take it.”
She throws her head back against the pillow, letting out a scream as her whole body shakes with the force of her pleasure, and hell if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
The sound goes straight to my leaking cock, which is about one rough rub away from making a mess in my pants.
When she settles down, her eyes widen slightly before her face turns away from me.
Is she truly embarrassed by her own reaction?
When that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life?
“Hey.” I kiss her cheek before settling a finger beneath her chin to turn her face back to me. “Don’t get shy on me now, Leticia.”
“You don’t think I woke your neighbors, do you?”
Sheepish looks good on her. I’ve never seen her cheeks so red before.
Is it from the physical exertion, embarrassment, or a mix of both?
The sun is fully shining through the window now, giving me an unencumbered view of her sweat-slicked skin.
I’m swiftly reminded of our second first date a few months ago, watching as a bead of sweat dripped into her dress below her cleavage, the same way it drips between the valley of her breasts and disappears beneath her tight tank top now.
“You can wake up the entire building for all I care.” I kiss her lips before falling onto my back and staring up at the ceiling, willing my raging erection to subside to no avail. “Holy shit. We really just did that.”
Leti’s gaze falls to the monstrosity currently tenting my pants, and I have to shut my lids against the haze of lust in her eyes. But they pop back open when she says, “And we’re not done.”