Page 70 of Harper's Holiday Romance
I rolled towards her; she manoeuvred her leg so it pressed comfortably against my vagina.
“Hey.”
The tingling continued to send shockwaves through my body. I tightened my grip, trying to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure my body could cultivate.
“How was that?” She ran a finger down my neck, between my breasts, and back up. The delicate sensation was like a feather running across my skin.
“Average,” I teased.
“Oh, just average, huh?”
I nuzzled into her neck. “Maybe a little more than average,” I whispered.
I felt calm in her presence. The part of my brain that overanalysed every tiny detail about my life was quiet. She brushed the hair from my face, freeing my forehead, so she could plant a small kiss in the centre. Should I feel so content and safe in her arms when I knew nothing about her? I had merely scratched the surface, but I wanted to continue scraping away, furiously peeling back the layers like a Scratchcard waiting to reveal the diamond prize. A Scratchcard was a terrible comparison because the chances of winning were one in five, leaving more disappointed people than not.
“What are you thinking?” Julia asked. I felt the movement of her throat against my forehead as Isnuggled happily into the space between her chin and her collarbone.
“I hope you’re not a Scratchcard,” I said.
Julia let out a long laugh. “What?”
“The odds of winning on a Scratchcard are slim.”
“Okay—”
“It’s a hypothesis,” I said.
“You mean a metaphor?” Julia pulled back, so her confused, smirking, all-around sexy face was staring right back at me.
“What’s the difference again?” I questioned. Julia explained like she was reading word for word from a dictionary. She would never confuse words like I did. She was clever enough to operate on a brain, and I was clever enough to turn a sweeping brush, a mop, and a hoover into an extendable spider sucker.
“Shall we play Truth or Truth?” I suggested.
“What happened to the dare?”
“I’m too comfortable. Dares require unnecessary movement, and I’m still enjoying a post-orgasm high.” I kissed her lips. They tasted like me. I found that to be a turn on, which was new for me. The idea of kissing my own vagina made me a little squeamish, but not with Julia.
“Okay, Truth or Truth it is.” Julia tucked one arm under her pillow. Her small, impressively rounded breasts were falling to the side. The bedsheet only covered from her waist down. The dip between her rib cage and her hip dropped inward like the depths of the Grand Canyon. I reached out and traced the line, allowing my finger to linger above her hip.
“What is your biggest fear?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “Starting off deep.”
“I’m not about to ask you who you’d snog, marry, and avoid from the cast ofThe Big Bang Theory.”
Penny, Sheldon, Howard.
“How do you know I watched BBT?”
“For starters, you just abbreviated to BBT. Also, you look like a BBT fan.”
“I’m not sure if I should be offended.” Julia raised her eyebrow.
“It’s a brilliant show. Now, back to the question.”
“I fear failure. In every aspect,” Julia revealed. “What about you?”
After the holiday was over, I feared I might never see Julia again, but that was a vulnerability I wasn’t ready to share.
