Page 79 of Entirely Yours
“I won’t fucking last ten minutes,” I grit out.
Her grin is wicked. “Perfect. Pass me that towel.”
I reach over her head, grabbing one of the hand towels. Instead of passing it to her, I get down next to her, folding it in thirds to provide the maximum amount of cushion.
“Always taking care of me,” she tuts. “Even when I’m trying to take care of you.”
My hand finds the back of her head, tugging until she falls into me. She tastes like the frosting I caught her stealing. When I pull away, I tell her, “You don’t have to do this.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Stand up, Julien. I’m so wet from the thought of getting my mouth around your cock, I should have worn underwear.”
“You—you’re not wearing underwear?” I choke out.
Thea’s head moves side to side, a smirk playing along her full lips. She makes quick work of my pants and briefs once I stand, eager just like she said she would be. Her warm mouth slides over the tip of my cock and, I was right, this definitely won’t take ten minutes. I’m dangerously close to coming down her throat already.
She pulls back, looks me in the eye, and she fucking spits right on the head. “Thea,” I groan. “You’re going to kill me.”
“At least you’ll go out with a bang,” she teases, quickly getting back to work. She hums and takes me as far back as she can, her hand circling around the base. Each firm stroke of her hand in combination with the wet heat of her mouth, sends me higher and higher. Thea moans, vibrations working their way up my spine. I’m so close, I?—
“Wait!” My hands sink back into her hair, pulling her off me with apop. Her lips are swollen and wet, and fuck I didn’t think she could get prettier.
“Was it bad?” Thea asks, a hint of shyness in her voice.
“Bad? Fuck no. Baby it was sofuckinggood, but I can’t stop thinking about how you don’t have any underwear on, and I want to fuck that sweet cunt.” I bend down and take her lips in mine. “Please let me fuck you.”
She nods, reluctantly. “You can suck me off again, I promise,” I reassure her. That seems to make her feel better. She pops up, and spreads the towel out on the counter before she sits down. Now it’s my turn to get on my knees. I slide my hands up her legs, squeezing slowly as I go, enjoying how it makes her head loll to the side. When I reach her hips I find that she was not lying to me.
Thea has no underwear on.
My restraint snaps. I shove her dress up, stand, and line myself up at her entrance. She also wasn’t lying about how wet she is because I easily thrust in all the way to the hilt.
My hand comes up to cover her mouth right as she lets out another guttural moan. Our hips slap together creating a lewd soundtrack playing in the background. I’m not going to make it, I want her to come but I’m already so close to the edge. I remove my hand from her mouth and move it down to her clit, stroking firmly.
I hold it together until I begin to feel her tightening. And then, we both fall. She slaps her own hand over her mouth, and Ibite my tongue to keep myself quiet. What a picture of debauchery we paint as we slowly make our way back down from the orgasm-induced high.
A little sweaty and a whole lot disheveled.
Knocking startles us both and I instinctively cover Thea.
“Finish up, you two! Almost time to sing Happy Birthday!” Mom calls through the door.
“Oh my God,” Thea whispers, laughing and burying her face in my chest. “Once this baby is old enough to stay without me for a few days, we are taking a trip somewhere remote. Where no one can interrupt us.”
Shock tumbles through me at her insinuation. The fact that she’d even be thinking about a future when she’s been so scared to commit. “I’ll start looking into locations,” I half joke. Only, I’m not really joking at all because that actually sounds like a dream come true.
A weekend away with Thea? Sign me up.
I’m riding a high after the party that Jules and his brothers planned for Chloe. When I think back to her last birthday party which consisted of me, Chloe, and Dad going to McDonald’s so Chloe could play on the indoor playground, I want to cry.
I begged the universe for a change, and it seems like it is paying attention this time.
Maybe I don’t actually need this appointment with Iris, the therapist Elaine recommended. Life is great, I’m handling everything surprisingly well, in my opinion.
I guess I’ll go this once because it’s already booked… but she’ll probably pat me on the back and say I’m good to go.
Driving out to Iris’ office, I get a chance to admire the town more than I usually do. My life right now consists of about one square mile, which I’m not mad about. I pass by the park where the Labor Day festival will be held, and where Jules took me on our date, and see the cute gazebo that would actually be a perfect stage. I make a mental note to askabout that later.
When I arrive at the office, I find a seat in the waiting room. They really have this calming thing down to an art—the lights are low, there’s soft music playing, and the chairs are so cushy, I might never get up. I pick up a home decor magazine and start absentmindedly flipping through the pages. My mind starts to wander, thinking of a future where Jules and I are decorating his home, putting in some more feminine touches. Turning the room that I’m currently using, and I use that term loosely, into a nursery for baby boy. What theme would we do? Or no theme might be better so he can grow into it. I wonder if Jules would let me paint…
