mouth against hers. No pressure, no force. Slowly, she moves. Her neck arches to urge her closer against me. In turn, her back curves and her breasts rubs against my knees. She moves her lips, angling them to better kiss me.
Within seconds, a peck on the lips has conflagrated into a full scale kiss. Fire, hotter than anything burning in the grate, rages through my system as her hands move to my shoulders and her nails bite into the muscled flesh there. Her need for me is as great as mine for her and that we’ve met on a mutual playing field increases my desire like nothing else could.
She wants me.
I want her.
The equation is simple.
My brain is muddled with lust as my mouth melts into hers. My hands drop down to cup her breasts; my fingers tweak her nipples before they begin to urge the fabric up until naked flesh brushes against naked flesh. Her breath comes faster, her tits ripple with the movement and then, a soft voice echoes through my head.
Her vows to be different than Bo.
Her vows to remain chaste, celibate before she makes a final commitment to a man.
With a low groan that seems to encompass my need, my frustration and my self-directed anger for being honourable when I was so frigging close to what I wanted, I drag myself away and plunge back into the cushions.
My heart runs ragged in my chest and at the sight of her bare breasts, the quivering nipples, taut and firm from my touch, the flushed skin of her face and throat from her arousal… arousal that I’ve caused, created , I want to scream.
Her eyes are soft with need but slowly hardening with confusion.
“Why did you stop?” she asks. The words are all the more harsh in comparison to the soft sighs and moans that escaped her throat just a few moments ago.
“Because of what you said to me at the party. You’re not a toty, Juliet. I won’t treat you that way.”
Instantly, her bristles disappear and she melts. Literally. Her spine, which had been ramrod straight, curls over and she presses her face against my thighs. Not close to the danger zone, but too close for my sanity. Before I could move her away, she lifts her head and whispers, “Can I trust you, Joe?”
My Adam’s apple bobs at the question. “If you couldn’t, we’d still be kissing.”
She smiles. It’s just a twitch of her lips, but it’s all she seems capable of. Christ, it’s all I’m capable of!
“Come to bed with me?”
Her soft question has my heart rate surging. “I don’t… I want to, Juliet. But, I’m just a man.”
“No. You’re not, Joe. You’re special, like my dad has always said.” She purses her lips. “My vow still stands, but I want your arms around me tonight. Will you be there for me?”
When she put it like that, how could I say no?
Chapter Four
For a man who hadn’t had sex the night before, I was surprisingly chipper upon awakening. But even though the lower half of my body had gone numb, it was almost blissful being curled about Juliet.
My lower extremities were numb for obvious reasons; I’d had a hard-on for almost the entire night and the only way of keeping Juliet in the dark about that was to arch my spine and jut my arse out.
Christ Almighty, I’ve never gone to so much effort to hide my arousal from a woman! Ordinarily that’s the whole reason for me being in a strange bed; but not last night.
Not making a pass had been difficult. Every nerve ending in my body, every hormone within my bloodstream had been urging me on, even after Brook’s out-of-the-blue call. But Juliet had cuddled up to me so trustingly, so innocently, that I couldn’t betray those gentler emotions.
I’d never really believed that I had a soft side. Juliet brings out the strangest tendencies in me; one of them, a smile as I walk into the office even though, in the scheme of things, l ast night was pretty much a sleep over with hopes of things to come.
But maybe I’m changing; I know I am. A few years ago, coke addict and slut that she
Within seconds, a peck on the lips has conflagrated into a full scale kiss. Fire, hotter than anything burning in the grate, rages through my system as her hands move to my shoulders and her nails bite into the muscled flesh there. Her need for me is as great as mine for her and that we’ve met on a mutual playing field increases my desire like nothing else could.
She wants me.
I want her.
The equation is simple.
My brain is muddled with lust as my mouth melts into hers. My hands drop down to cup her breasts; my fingers tweak her nipples before they begin to urge the fabric up until naked flesh brushes against naked flesh. Her breath comes faster, her tits ripple with the movement and then, a soft voice echoes through my head.
Her vows to be different than Bo.
Her vows to remain chaste, celibate before she makes a final commitment to a man.
With a low groan that seems to encompass my need, my frustration and my self-directed anger for being honourable when I was so frigging close to what I wanted, I drag myself away and plunge back into the cushions.
My heart runs ragged in my chest and at the sight of her bare breasts, the quivering nipples, taut and firm from my touch, the flushed skin of her face and throat from her arousal… arousal that I’ve caused, created , I want to scream.
Her eyes are soft with need but slowly hardening with confusion.
“Why did you stop?” she asks. The words are all the more harsh in comparison to the soft sighs and moans that escaped her throat just a few moments ago.
“Because of what you said to me at the party. You’re not a toty, Juliet. I won’t treat you that way.”
Instantly, her bristles disappear and she melts. Literally. Her spine, which had been ramrod straight, curls over and she presses her face against my thighs. Not close to the danger zone, but too close for my sanity. Before I could move her away, she lifts her head and whispers, “Can I trust you, Joe?”
My Adam’s apple bobs at the question. “If you couldn’t, we’d still be kissing.”
She smiles. It’s just a twitch of her lips, but it’s all she seems capable of. Christ, it’s all I’m capable of!
“Come to bed with me?”
Her soft question has my heart rate surging. “I don’t… I want to, Juliet. But, I’m just a man.”
“No. You’re not, Joe. You’re special, like my dad has always said.” She purses her lips. “My vow still stands, but I want your arms around me tonight. Will you be there for me?”
When she put it like that, how could I say no?
Chapter Four
For a man who hadn’t had sex the night before, I was surprisingly chipper upon awakening. But even though the lower half of my body had gone numb, it was almost blissful being curled about Juliet.
My lower extremities were numb for obvious reasons; I’d had a hard-on for almost the entire night and the only way of keeping Juliet in the dark about that was to arch my spine and jut my arse out.
Christ Almighty, I’ve never gone to so much effort to hide my arousal from a woman! Ordinarily that’s the whole reason for me being in a strange bed; but not last night.
Not making a pass had been difficult. Every nerve ending in my body, every hormone within my bloodstream had been urging me on, even after Brook’s out-of-the-blue call. But Juliet had cuddled up to me so trustingly, so innocently, that I couldn’t betray those gentler emotions.
I’d never really believed that I had a soft side. Juliet brings out the strangest tendencies in me; one of them, a smile as I walk into the office even though, in the scheme of things, l ast night was pretty much a sleep over with hopes of things to come.
But maybe I’m changing; I know I am. A few years ago, coke addict and slut that she
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