Chapter 32
LINCOLN
Icarry Jules into my dark bedroom, carefully closing the door with my heel. I flip the lock.
“Now, where were we…?” I drop a kiss on her lips.
She playfully tangles her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck. “Well, where we left off, I was on my knees, willing to give you anything you want.”
Just hearing her say those words sends a groan rumbling through my chest. “Anything’s a dangerous word, Jules.” I say, my eyes immediately moving to her mouth.
Her tongue drags across her bottom lip. Her eyes blaze with lust and eagerness. “Anything…” she repeats, no hesitation in her eyes.
Fuck, yeah.
The mattress dips when I drop her atop my sheets. “You’re begging for trouble, Julissa.”
“Is that news to you?” She bats her eyelashes at me, looking anything but innocent.
Looming above the bed, I reach beneath her dress, squeezing her ass with one hand. “I’m gonna make you think twice about running your mouth like that.” I drag my palms up her nylon-clad thighs.
“Yeah, sure,” she taunts me, even as she shivers from my touch.
I shove the skirt of her dress up to her waist, bring the soles of her feet to the mattress and push her legs apart. Her center is drenched and swollen, her neatly-trimmed bush tormenting me from behind the thin, transparent fabric of her soaked pantyhose.
It’s a sight so pretty, it makes me drop to my damn knees.
Leaning in closer, I kiss an open-mouthed path up the inside of her thigh, unable to keep from trailing my nose along her dragon tattoo and the crease of her pelvis.
Fuck—she smells so good. And I can’t wait another second for a taste.
Her clit stands out, a hard little bud begging for attention. I flick my tongue over the tip and Jules’s hand grasps at the mattress.
The first taste of her musky flavor goes straight to my cock. “So sweet…” I groan, gripping my hard-on through my pants and giving a little tug.
That one taste turns me ravenous and all I can think about is covering her entire pussy with my mouth.
I suck at her through the fabric of her pantyhose while my fingers roam over her thighs, searching for the tiniest opening.
When I find a little tear in the floral lace, I thrust a fingertip between the stretchy threads and pull and pull and tug, creating a hole that’s big enough to fit my mouth.
“Oh, my—whoa!” Jules gasps when I yank the torn and shredded fabric out of my way and wedge my face between her thighs.
“Christ. You taste good.” I grab her hips, pulling her tighter against my mouth. My tongue descends in hot, fast lashes against her pussy. It’s frantic, messy, wet. Jules is breathing hard, rocking her hips, pulling my hair.
I love it when she pulls my hair.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watches me. My gaze flicks up to hers, and she stares back, drunkenly, adoringly, approvingly. And I want her to look at me like that every single day. That stare makes me feel powerful, like I’m doing something right.
“I need you naked,” I say when I can no longer stand the clothing that’s keeping me from touching her the way I want to. Kneeled before her, I peel off her nylons while she shimmies her dress over her head.
We grin lazily at each other.
“Much better…” I whisper.
I enter her with one finger and her tightness hugs me.
“Yes…” she says, her eyelids falling shut.
“Another?” I ask, curling the tip against her G-spot.
Her jaw hangs loose and she nods. “Another…”
I quickly add a second finger, loving the way her walls squeeze around me.
“Can you take one more for me?” I ask her.
She nods again. “More. Please,” she demands in a whisper.
When I give her what she wants, her head falls backward on the mattress and she slaps a hand over her mouth. Her channel floods with heat.
My cock is a dripping mess inside my boxers and I’m gritting my molars together to keep from coming all over myself like I did the first time I tasted her. But Jules is already close to the edge, and I’m ready to get her there.
I bury my face back at her core. “You’re close, aren’t you?” I groan against her clit.
She shakes from head to toe, her thighs squeezing around my head. “Gosh. Yes. So close,” is her muffled reply from behind her palm.
Fuck.
My fingers tunnel deeper, harder inside her. My lips suck and pull at her clit.
Then in one instant, she goes still. Every muscle contracted. Every movement frozen. Every sound condensed into a choked gasp.
I take that as my cue to give her swollen clit one final tug with my lips. When I do, her body convulses, a violent wave rippling through her until her limbs collapse in a slack heap.
Her head falls to the side and my name spills quietly from her lips. “Lincoln…”
She continues to shake and I stay there, on my knees, planting soft kisses all over her sticky skin until her shivers fade away.
Then I nibble a path up her body and drop down on the mattress beside her. She giggles quietly when my kisses dip into the curve of her neck.
“Christ, woman. You have no idea how good you taste. I think I’m addicted.” I finish with a kiss to her lips.
When I try to pull away, she pulls me back in, sweeping her tongue into my mouth. I make note of the deep groan she emits when she tastes herself in our kiss.
“That was so fucking good,” she whispers. “How does it get better every time?”
“It’s one of my skills.” I grin crookedly.
She grins back. “Agreed. But don’t put that one on your resume. Save that special talent just for me.”
“That won’t be a problem, Troublemaker. This mouth is for your pleasure alone.” I kiss her lips again.
She runs a hand down the center of my chest. “I feel like I owe you some sort of compensation for doing such a good job.”
Clasping her wrist, I guide her hand to my aching erection. “I have to agree.”
She strokes and squeezes me through my pants for a moment, then she peels herself off the bed and climbs over me.
“Let’s get you undressed, Mr. Button-Up,” she says as she reaches for the collar of my shirt. She focuses on the buttons, slowly undoing them one by one.
I focus on her.
Her matted hair. Her heated skin. Her pretty smile. Her soft giggles in the muted light.
I want more of this.
I want it all the time.
I’m fully aware that this marriage stuff isn’t supposed to be real. But I can’t be expected to fight these feelings. No man is strong enough to resist the intensity of this chemistry I have with Jules.
Lifting my hand, I run a knuckle across her delicate cheekbone. “Clause four…” I say quietly.
Her movements halt. Her stare shifts to mine. “Clause four?” she questions, but her eyes tell me she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Our no intimacy clause is becoming a bit of a problem for me, Mrs. Raines.” My voice crackles in the quietness of the room.
“How so, Mr. Raines?” she asks innocently, pushing my shirt off my shoulders and rubbing her warm, soft palms over my tingling skin.
My knuckle trails from her cheek down to her mouth. “Because every time you pout these lips at me, I just want to kiss them. And whenever you start running that sassy mouth, I just want to give it something better to do.”
Jules nods earnestly. “Relatable. When you make that grumpy face at me, I just want to sit on it.”
A chuckle dies in my throat when she undoes my belt buckle. She unzips my pants. She frees my erection from the cage that’s been holding it back.
My stiff shaft bobs in the air between us, the tip wet and shiny with pre-cum. Both of Jules’s hands clasp around it, giving it long, slow strokes. I watch the fascination in her eyes as she follows the movement. Her hips seem to rotate involuntarily against me.
My pelvis responds, thrusting in time with the movements of her hips and we grind on each other.
I find myself gritting my teeth. I fight against the urge to grab her hips and slam her down on my cock. I return to the topic of conversation. “I think we should negotiate a compromise.”
“What sort of compromise?”
I rise into a sitting position, my mouth hovering close to hers. “I don’t want to feel guilty about fucking my wife.”
A shiver moves through her. Her breath fans over my lips when she whispers, “Then don’t.”
I brush my lips against hers. “The rest of our marriage contract stands, but from this point onward, clause four is null and void. Agreed?”
Her fingers curl around the back of my neck, pulling me closer. “Agreed.”
The kiss that follows is rabid, ravenous, uncontained. Our hands roam all over, touching and exploring like it’s all new. Like we’re starting all over again.
“Turn around,” I order her, swiveling her so that she’s still seated in my lap, but her back is pressed against my chest. “I’m dying to fuck you….But first, you’re going to suck me off.” I press my hand into the middle of her back, pushing her forward.
I expect her to push back, to remind me that she’s not one to take orders. But Jules seems as eager as I am. Because she drops forward on her elbows, her fingers immediately locking around my shaft.
“Oh, fuck. Yes,” is her response.
I grin. I’ve waited so long to feel her perfect lips wrapped around my cock. I can’t wait any longer.
Her warm hands give my erection a few tight, quick tugs, and then I feel it. The soft, velvety flutter of her tongue smoothing over my crown. My senses are on overload from the feel of her perfect mouth combined with the visual of her sweet pussy, sticky and open, hovering right above my face.
A groan forms in my belly, rumbling up my chest and spilling out of my mouth.
Jules peeks at me over her shoulder, a smug look on her face. “Shh…Be quiet…” she scolds me rather unconvincingly.
But then her tongue returns to my cock, licking up the sides in long, warm strokes. When her mouth completely engulfs half of my length in one go, another groan threatens to break free from me. That’s when I grab her hips and slam her pussy against my open mouth.