Page 357 of One More Kiss

“Let’s talk later,” she whispers, pulling me down toward her for a kiss.

This time, there’s an urgency to our kiss. It’s as if we both know where this is going, and we’re finished pretending. Jules slides her arms up around my neck and presses her body tight against mine. I feel myself grow hard against her belly as my hands go down to grip her ass. She’s still wearing those tiny shorts that drove me crazy earlier. I’m no longer irritated by them as I slide my hands lower to the bare skin of her thighs, my thumbs brushing against her ass. She lets out a little murmur of appreciation and presses harder against me.

I move my mouth to her neck, kissing and licking my way to her collar bone. Thanks to the tank top she’s wearing, I’m able to access plenty of skin. But it’s not enough. It will never be enough. Gripping her ass in both hands, I lift her easily into my arms. Jules wraps her arms and legs around me as I spin her around and press her back to the door. I grind my hard length against her, feeling her shudder in my arms.

“I want you so fucking much,” I say against her soft skin.

“I want you, too,” Jules gasps as I rock my hips against her again.

Being with Jules this way is at once familiar and brand new. We’re no longer the awkward, fumbling teens we’d been the last time we made love. But everything in me still gravitates toward this woman in a way I’ve never felt before or since. We’d been so young, so inexperienced. There are so many things I’ve done with women since that my teen self would never have even thought to do. Some of them, I don’t care to do again. But there is one thing I know I want—no, need—to do. I lower Jules to her feet, letting her slide down the length of my body. When I’m sure she’s steady on her feet, I release her and reach for the button at her waist.

Jules’ breath catches in her throat, but she doesn’t make a move to stop me. When the button and zipper are free, I slide the shorts down her hips, taking her underwear along with them. Jules steps out of them and I set them on the floor before dropping to my knees. I ignore the way my right knee protests at the move. Instead, I focus on the sight directly in front of my face.

I haven’t seen Jules naked in more than a decade. Both our bodies have changed a bit over the years. But Jules? She’s only gotten more beautiful. Her pussy is inches from my face, looking good enough to eat. I glance up at her face and grin before licking my lips.

I plant a kiss on her hip, letting my lips and tongue linger a bit. She gasps, her hips bucking a little against me. I use my grip on her thighs to urge her to part her legs for me. When she complies, I waste no time leaning in to taste her. I start with a long, slow lick from the bottom of her pussy up to swirl around her clit.

“Oh, god,” Jules moans, making me grin.

She leans back against the door and sinks her fingers into my hair as I lick her again. I reach behind her knee and pull her leg up, lifting it so it rests over my shoulder. This opens her up for me so I can see all of her, so I can taste all of her. I bury my face between her legs, using my lips and tongue on her sensitive flesh.

I lick teasing circles against her clit before dipping down to her entrance, spearing her with my tongue. When I hit upon a rhythm that has Jules gasping and gripping my hair, I stay there. I flick my tongue over her clit over and over, loving the sounds she makes as I do. She’s close to the edge, I can tell. But I want to feel her come apart. I want to feel every pulsing flutter of her orgasm as it rips through her.

Reaching up, I slide my fingers over her. She gasps at the added sensation. I love how responsive Jules is. How wet she is. How needy she is for the orgasm she’s about to have. When I slide a finger inside her, I’m shocked by how tightly her body grips me. I push in and out of her body, curling my finger slightly upward as my tongue continues its assault on her clit. I add a second finger, working it slowly inside her, filling her tight pussy. My hand moves faster, pumping in and out while my tongue flicks against her clit. Jules’ fingers tighten in my hair, gripping me almost painfully. But I don’t care. I keep going, pushing her right over the edge. She cries out and I feel her pulsing around my fingers as fresh moisture coats my hand. I keep licking at her clit until her hands in my hair pull me away from her.

I look up and meet the daze expression on Jules’ face. I smile at her, pleased with myself for making her come on my tongue. I kiss her inner thigh before helping her lower her leg to the floor.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, releasing her grip on my hair.

I ease my fingers from her pussy and lean back on my heels. My cock is painfully hard and pressing up against my zipper. Having a hard-on in jeans isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. But it’s worth the pain to get to see the ecstasy on Jules’ face as she came apart around me.

“You’re incredible,” I say, stroking a hand up the back of her thighs and up over her ass cheeks. I give them a playful squeeze, loving the way she sucks in a breath at the motion.

“I didn’t do anything,” she says with a smile.

I grin up at her. “You make the sexiest noises when you come.”

Her face flushes slightly at my crude words, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she reaches down and grabs the hem of her tank top, yanking it up and over her head. She tosses it to the floor and reaches behind her to unclasp her bra next. When she’s standing above me, gloriously naked, I can only stare at her. Had I said she was beautiful? She’s a fucking goddess. I let my gaze roam over her, taking in her face that’s flushed from her orgasm to her bare breasts, tipped with rosy nipples that are beginning to harden under my gaze. My gaze goes even lower skating over her smooth stomach, tanned from her days on the beach, down to the junction of her thighs where I’d just spent several long minutes eating her delicious pussy.

“Damn, Jules,” I mutter. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

She reaches a hand down toward me. When I take it, she smiles and tugs me upward until I stand. My knee gives a groaning creak, but I’ll be damned if I let that stop me from what’s about to happen.

“Come on,” Jules says, turning toward the hallway. “I want to see what noises you make when you come.”

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