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This time, our kiss isn’t full of the same fire it contained last night. Instead, it’s warm, like a security blanket. Kissing him now feels like coming home after a long day of work. It’s like taking a bubble bath with a steaming mug of tea and my favoritebook. I’m safe and cared for in his embrace, and I long for more of this feeling.
God, I hope he feels the same way. Because I don’t intend on letting go of him. I’m going to hold onto the rope that’s tying us together even if it rubs my hands raw. Although, with the way his mouth moves against mine and his arms tighten around my waist, I don’t think that’s something I’m going to have to worry about.
When we part a few minutes later, I rest my forehead against his, letting my eyes fall closed. Breathing in each other’s air, I decided that I want more of him. I want everything he’ll give me.
I want to finish what we started last night.
“Trip,” I murmur, my voice sounding far away to my own ears. It’s like we’re in a dreamlike bubble. “Trip I want all of you.”
“If you want all of me, you’ll get all of me,” he replies as he connects our lips again, hungrier and more insistent than last time. “I’ll give it to you right here, Julia. I’m all yours as long as you’re all mine.”
“I’ve been yours since you walked into the diner,” I say before he smashes our mouths together.
Chapter 6
Trip
With emotions running high and Julia’s desire made explicitly clear, there’s no denying her of what she wants. I kiss her wildly, cupping her face in my hands and changing the angle so I can explore the depths of her mouth. She sighs, melting into me and draping her arms around my neck.
The kiss is sweet and soft, hot and heated. I could get lost in this. I could kiss her for hours just like this and be satisfied.
That’s not what my girl wants, though. She said she wants all of me. And I’m quickly learning that I’ll give this woman anything she asks for.
So, even though it pains me to do it, I separate our mouths. She whines, leaning back toward me as if to beg for more contact, and the action goes straight to my cock. She’ll get more. We’ll both get more. There’s just too much fabric separating the two of us.
“Let’s get you out of your clothes,” I say, untucking her black t-shirt from her jeans as she shucks off the jacket she was wearing. When she reaches down, apparently intending on doing it herself, I gently push her hands away and say, “No, let me.”
When she nods, I get on with my task, pulling her shirt above her head. I can’t help but lean forward to kiss the newly exposed skin of her chest. My lips linger between her two breasts just above the front of her bra.
It’s blocking my view and my reach, so I reach behind her and undo the clasp expertly. Then, I lean back just enough to take it off of her. When her perky, perfect breasts are in front of me, I groan, my cock fattening up to nearly full hardness in my pants.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Julia,” I growl as I lean in to capture one of her nipples between my lips.
She whimpers as I flick my tongue over the pert little nub. Her body is practically singing my praises, and she holds me in place, greedily taking everything that I can give. Her sensitivity is intoxicating, and I want to drink it all in, take my time with her and learn all of the different noises she makes and the spots that drive her crazy.
When I’m satisfied with the attention I’ve given to her first nipple, I move onto the second. As I close my mouth around the bundle of nerves, I bring up my hand to continue stimulating her on the other side. She cries out in delight, and I smile against her skin.
I keep up my ministrations for a few minutes with no intention of stopping. The sounds she makes are too delicious. The way she moves her body, holding me in place with surprisingly strong arms, is too good to give up. But then, my name falls from her lips, broken and needy, and I remember my end goal.
Pulling away from her breasts with a pornographic pop, I shift my hands to her waist. I give myself a second to take in her appearance, to dedicate to memory just how wrecked she is from my mouth on her nipples. Then, I work on getting her out of her pants.
They go easily, and Julia lifts herself up to help my efforts. I take her panties down with them, not wanting to waste anytime. My cock is aching for her, and the wet spot I see on the cotton underwear that I toss to the side tells me that she’s just as ready for me.
Before she’s able to settle herself back on my lap, I stand and guide her onto the couch. Then, I take another moment to admire her. She’s gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, her skin smooth and soft. Her black hair falls around her head like a halo, and the ocean blue eyes that I’m sure I’m falling in love with stare up at me.
“Trip,” she says after a few seconds pass. “Is– is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong,” I say as I lean down to give her a soft kiss. “I was just admiring how goddamn gorgeous you are.”
The statement sends her into a fit of giggles and pride swells in my chest. As she recovers from her joy, I step back and make quick work of my leather jacket and shirt. Then, checking to make sure Julia’s watching, I drop my jeans and boxers, my cock standing at attention, practically begging for her pussy.
“You’re huge,” she says, eyes the size of dinner plates. Then, she clamps a hand over her mouth as though she’s embarrassed by her outburst.
“Am I?” I ask as I position myself above her.
She parts her legs, letting me get tantalizingly close to her center. Her face is bright red as she says, “I mean… I think so? I… How are you going to fit?”
I chuckle at her innocence. Despite everything she’s been through, this woman still holds onto something untouched by anyone else. There’s something selfish deep inside of me that delights in knowing I’m the first man that’s ever had her likethis. And there’s something incredibly possessive and territorial that says I’m going to be theonlyman to ever have her like this.
