Page 33 of Only This Once
“I meant you’re going to be my first. My real first.” His fingers twitched against her face, making it tingle. “That’s what you said, right?”
She nodded, loving how her skin felt from his touch. It wasn’t a sexual touch, not really, but any touch from him already felt so good.
“And doesn’t everyone remember their first?”
She laughed. “Mine was in the back seat of a car. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t my best.”
“I think you’ll be my best,” he admitted.
She opened her mouth to deny it but then snorted. “I mean, I’m going to try my hardest. I want this to be good for you, Jinx. Good for us both.”
The nerves were back in his eyes as he looked away. “I won’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s actually kind of sexy.” Like before, the idea of corrupting him, not just anyone, but Jinx, who was so pure and kind and shy, was tantalizing. She wanted to make him absolutely lose his mind. “I can’t wait to make you come.”
His blush flooded his skin all the way toward his ears. He swallowed, his pupils widening as he looked at her again. “I—” He swallowed again. “I want to learn how to make you feel good, too.”
“That’s perfect, because I’m going to teach you.” Her lips moved toward his ear. “I’m going to teach you all sorts of dirty things. Are you ready to learn?”
He shivered under her, his hand trembling a little where he continued to cup her face. “Julia…” He breathed out her name like a prayer.
Fuck, her body lit on fire when he said her full name like that. She pulled away enough to smile at him. She tilted her head more fully into his palm. “So, you want to do this? If you do, kiss me. You liked kissing me, didn’t you?”
His eyes dropped to her lips again. He lifted his other hand, cradling her face between both and tugging her forward.
Julia gladly followed his urging, wanting to continue hovering over him, just closer. Close enough to slide her body along his, though not yet. He wasn’t ready for that yet. He was still trembling.
Even his lips trembled as they met hers. He brushed his mouth against hers, sharing a breath before parting and doing it all over again. She let him lead, let him keep the kiss to just lips. His became a little firmer with each pass. His hands slid into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he drew her closer.
Julia let herself sink into the sensation. Kissing Jinx was more soothing than exciting, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t sexy. Every time their lips moved against each other’s, a thread of warm sensation built in her stomach before sinking lower. She wanted to writhe against him, to find some friction to spike the desire higher, but she held herself still. She focused on his hands in her hair, the tingles along her scalp. His lips were still in control, devouring her slowly, so slowly, as if he needed to catalogue every millimeter of her lips and every slight change in pressure.
Warmth flooded her, one that wasn’t a quick flash of heat, but a slow absorption, like she was sinking into water.
Her arms trembled. The sensations had been a slow buildup that suddenly filled to overflowing. Her nipples tightened, already so close to his chest. She could sway forward, and they’d press against him.
She opened her eyes to find his closed, but not in a tight squeeze. No, his lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he sighed into her mouth, his body melting into the couch, as if he was the most content he’d ever been, just from kissing her.
She liked that. She liked that a lot. He trusted her, and knowing that felt precious.
Her lips parted. “I’m going to try a few things, okay? Just with our mouths. Nothing else.”
His eyes opened as his breath passed over her damp lips. “Am I not doing it right?”
“Your kiss has been perfect. There can just be even more perfection.” She licked her lips, but he was so close that her tongue slid across his bottom lip as well, and a shiver ranthrough him, his pupils dilating. “Like that. We can test if you like my tongue. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” Their lips brushed with the word.
She slid her tongue over his bottom lip, deliberately this time, and a broken sound escaped through his lips.
“Did you like that?” she asked to make certain she was interpreting the sound right.
“Yes,” he repeated.
“You’re doing so good,” she murmured, her mouth meeting his again. Their lips clung for a moment as she stared into his eyes, and then she took the kiss deeper, slipping her tongue into his mouth. When she stroked him, he shuddered again, his hands tightening in her hair for a better grip. She wanted to plaster her chest against him, wrap her arms tight around his neck, and dive in.
Instead, she repeated the simple caress before parting their lips. “Just relax and feel. And if you want to, do what I’m doing.” She kissed him again. This time, their tongues tangled together.
His eyes closed, and he began to meet her stroke for stroke. They really were devouring each other, but the pond of sensation inside had turned into a river, trying to sweep her away. Her nipples ached, and her clit throbbed. She wanted to drag his legs onto the couch and writhe all along his body, but not if she had to stop kissing him first.
