Page 93 of Once Smitten, Twice Shy

The next stroke of his tongue, he circles my clit, a hot, wet swirl that makes my eyes flutter shut. I tighten my grip in his hair. “That,” I whisper. “Ilovethat.”

He does it again, and again, a slow stroke up, then wet, rhythmic circles. He presses his free hand, splayed wide, up my stomach, my ribs, and cups my breast, plucking at my nipple.

I pant, frantic for release. Every time I’m sure this is as far as I can go, Will shows me there’s even more. “Faster,” I beg. “It’s so perfect, just faster.”

He curves his fingers and starts fucking into me in earnest, his tongue still circling, wet and hot, faster, too. I’m gasping, yanking at his hair, the poor man, but I’m so close, right on the edge. When he crooks his fingers farther inside me, my legs jerk up, my knees bending reflexively. I can barely breathe, it’s so intense, so unbelievably good—his tongue wet and warm on my clit, his fingers thick and crooked inside me, his soft hair brushing against my thighs, his big, rough hand cupping my breasts, caressing tenderly across my stomach.

“Come for me, Jules.” He pulls away from my clit just long enough to kiss the inside of my right thigh, then my left. “And watch me when you do.”

I force myself to look down at him as I feel my body tightening, my nipples peaked and tender, aching under his touch. He looks up at me, too, his face feverish, eyes bright, cheeks flushed, and licks his way up to my clit once, twice, then circles it—

I cry out his name as I clench around his fingers, pulse against his hand, my hips arching up with each lightning bolt of pleasure that strikes through me, electric and blinding.

My orgasm lasts forever, shock after glorious shock waving through me, as he licks me slowly, kisses my thighs, tenderly eases his fingers out, then over my clit, where I’m so sensitive, I can barely take it.

Gasping, I open my arms. “Will,” I croak. “Come here.”

Without a second’s hesitation, he gets up, bends over me, and hoists me back onto the bed. Then he drops onto the mattress beside me, curling me into his arms.

I drift my hand over his heart, up his chest to his hair, still panting for air as I peer up at him. I cup his face and guide him close, kissing him long and slow. “That,” I tell him breathlessly, “was the best orgasm of my life. I’m going to sleep for a month.”

Will laughs, husky and low. “Not yet, Juliet.”

My brow furrows. “You can’t seriously expect to get another one out of me?”

“One?” He shakes his head, brushing away the hair from my face. “Nah. I was thinking we’d go for low double digits tonight.”

A laugh wheezes out of me.

Will presses me back onto the mattress, looming over me. “You doubt I can do it?”

I shake my head, still laughing. “I doubt I cansurviveit.”

“I know you can,” he says softly, planting a kiss between my breasts, at the hollow of my throat, behind my ear. “I’m going to give that to you, Juliet, I promise you. Because that’s what you deserve. Because I have been fantasizing for weeks about all the ways I could touch and learn you, tease and please you, make you come again and again.”

I shiver as, somehow, a fresh wave of desire crests through me.

Will feels it and smiles against my hair, nuzzling my temple. “That’s my girl.”

A sigh leaves me as his hand slides between my legs.

“Will,” I whisper.

“Hmm?” He kisses me softly, his nose nuzzling mine.

“I really think—ah!” I bite my lip as he circles my clit.

“You think what?” he mutters against my neck. He kisses behind my ear.

My body’s warm and loose from my orgasm, from this new thread of pleasure weaving through me at his touch, but I’m also stiff and sore from hours of dancing, from the aches I’ve been battling since I woke up. “I think that,” I say quietly, “as much as I want you to give me that many orgasms in one night…I also don’t know if I actually can survive it.”

Will’s touch slows, his eyes searching mine. I’m worried he’s going to pull away, that he’s going to hear me discouraging him.But he doesn’t. He just dips his head and kisses me gently. “All I want is for you to feel good, Juliet. Whatever that looks like. You tell me what you need, and I’ll listen.”

I swallow against the lump in my throat and kiss him back. I curl my arm around his neck and draw him close, nudging my hips toward him, pressing my pelvis against his hand, showing him I still want this. “One more,” I whisper.

He grins against my mouth. “Happily.”

•Twenty-Eight•

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