Page 95 of Once Smitten, Twice Shy

“Juliet,” I plead. I don’t even know what I’m pleading for, just that I’m overcome—by how safe she makes me feel, how deeply I want her, how brave she makes me want to be.

“Will,” she says softly, peering up at me.

I bend my head and kiss her, tugging her against me. She smiles into our kiss, her hand cradling my jaw. “Show me?” she whispers.

I nod, swallowing thickly. With her hand in mine, I set it over my heart and press. “Pressure,” I whisper. “That’s what feels good.”

She smiles. “Okay. So, no light, teasing touches.”

I shake my head.

“What else?” she asks quietly.

Slowly, I guide her hand down my chest, then my stomach. My hips jump as our hands graze the tip of my cock. I’m hard, almost painfully so, from how good it feels to touch her like this, from the memories of making her come last night.

Her hand rests at my hip, and I pull my touch away. “Touch me,” I tell her.

She smiles wide, her eyes bright as blue flames, biting her lip as her soft, warm hand splays across my stomach like I showed her, across my hips. I rock them toward her touch. Lower, lower, until she’s clutching the sheet, drawing it back, exposing every hot, aching inch of me to the cool morning air.

Juliet reaches back, opens her nightstand drawer, then turns back toward me, a small bottle of oil in hand. “Thumbs up? Thumbs down?”

“Scented?” I ask. So many strong scents give me headaches.

“Nope. Just almond and jojoba oil. Here.” She snaps open the lid and wafts it my way, not coming too close. “Take a whiff.”

I sniff it and get nothing. Falling back against the headboard, I tell her, “That’ll be good.”

“Good,” she says, her voice perky, as she sets some oil in her palm. Her smile is wide as she settles back against me, wedging her thigh once again high over mine.

My mouth falls open as I watch her grip me at the base and stroke up, firm, squeezing at the tip. My head falls back as she glides back down. “Shit,” I mutter, nudging my hips into her touch.

“You poor man.” Shetsks softly, stroking up my length again. “Look at the state you’re in.”

I sigh, eyes still shut, my hand falling to her hair and sinking into those wild bedhead waves. “I had a lot of fun getting myself into that state. Pretty sure I slept with an erection, I was so turned on from it.”

I feel her smile against my skin as she kisses my neck, my collarbone. “So glad that I’m here to take care of you, then—that Igetto take care of you,” she adds, her voice softer.

A groan leaves me as she tries something different, swirling her hand around the head of my cock, her thumb gently circling the tip. “How’s that?” she asks.

I nod quickly, dragging open my eyes, finding hers. I rake my fingers through her hair as I stare down at her. “Fucking perfect.”

She smiles, so sexy and gorgeous—her hair mussed from writhing against the pillows last night, her lips still swollen from our kisses.

My balls draw up tight as she strokes down again. I’m about to come already. It’s hardly surprising, given how I denied myself last night, the weeks I’ve spent desperate for her. But still, I don’t want it to end already.

“Breathe,” she whispers against my mouth, her kiss slow and sweet. “Breathe, Will.”

I draw in a deep tug of air as she eases off, then cups my balls, gently massaging them. My cock bobs, aching from the absence of her touch. I’m panting, my hand fisting around the sheets.

“God, Will,” she whispers. “You are fucking magnificent.”

I swallow thickly, my hips rocking up, my body chasing the pleasure of her touch. “You make mefeelfucking magnificent.”

She grips my cock again, a bit harder this time, and, holy hell, it’s so good, my jaw tightens, my molars clacking together.

I swear under my breath. Breathless, heart pounding, I watch her slick hand wrapped around me, working me up and down.

“Fuck,” I moan, drawing her close, crushing her to me. I kiss her hard, cup her breast, rolling her nipple with my thumb. “I have to touch you. Let me touch you.”

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