Page 78 of Fish out of Water
But as I gripped the two sides of the dress something terrible happened.
Julia’s hips lifted from the bed, pushing her ass toward me.
“Christ.”
She peeked at me over one shoulder. “I was trying to be helpful.”
“Liar.” I gripped her ass with both hands, digging my fingers into her soft flesh through the deep green fabric. “You knew damn well what you were doing.”
Julia stretched both arms over her head, eyes staying on mine as the curve of her spine deepened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Hell.
I was wrong.
Sex wasn’t an act.
Sex was war.
At least it was with this woman.
A war I planned to win.
I shoved the dress past her hips and down her thighs, leaving it tangled at her knees as I hefted her higher, ass in the air, intent on finishing what I started at The Sweet Side, before we were so rudely interrupted.
Her skin was hot and slick as I slid my tongue up her slit. The press of her thighs hid the spot I most wanted to be, keeping me from reaching the swollen nub I planned to exploit the hell out of tonight.
I grabbed at the dress, yanking it away so I could spread her legs, pushing her knees apart as I licked the line of her pussy, each sweep sliding deeper until I found what I was searching for.
Julia immediately gasped, the sharp sound cutting right to my already aching dick, making it strain against the confines of the pants I still wore.
She rocked back against me, making it easy to find a rhythm.
Easy to get lost in the act instead of the process.
No guessing if I was moving too fast. Too slow.
All I had to do was work with what she gave me.
Which meant I could focus on what I was doing instead of how I was doing it.
Unfortunately.
Without the distraction of proper technique I heard every sound she made. Every breath she took. And each one built my own need, pushing it higher until it was unignorable.
Until it was what drove me.
Fueled me.
Fed me.
I gripped her ass as I lapped at her clit. Her thighs twitched with each pass of my tongue and I could almost feel it. The escalation.
The spiral taking both of us down.
The rock of her body moved faster as one hand slung back to grip my hair, pinning me in place as she started to chant my name.
This was what I intended to give her at The Sweet Side. Before someone stole what she deserved.
