folder. He’d made it through this time with Juliana without making love to her. He’d better vamoose while both their good intentions were intact.
Juliana walked him to the door. He turned, his gaze sweeping from her tousled waves down to her glossy-painted toenails for what might be the last time. Her face hadn’t changed; it was the same one that was branded on his heart. But her body had become a sexy, desirable one, one that he’d explored in the most intimate ways mere hours ago. One he wanted to explore again.
She studied him, too. Her eyes were soft with memories, perhaps the same ones playing in his mind.
Her full lips beckoned. What could it hurt to kiss her good-bye? He knew what, but he couldn’t fight the urge to taste their succulent warmth one last time.
Charlie moved closer and leaned down to her. Juliana’s eyes widened and her lips parted. He took possession of them. Desire surged up inside him. His arm stole around her bare waist and he pulled her to him, pressing her tight against his hungry flesh. He kissed her again and again, trying to assuage a need only she awoke. His erection was a burning brand between them.
Juliana’s arms climbed his back. Her hips strained against his aching cock. She made needy sounds against his lips.
Need clawed at him. He turned with her and pressed her against her apartment wall. The file folder slid from his hand. Her thigh climbed his hip, opening her to him. He tore at his pants fly, snapping off the button in his haste. Juliana’s hands interfered as he worked at getting his pants open. He gave way to her insistent fingers, instead reaching for the condom in his pocket. Had he known, suspected . . . or hoped? Rational thought fled when she thrust her hand into his opened slacks and dived into his underwear to grip his cock. He groaned. It felt so good.
Charlie had enough brains left to push his pants and underwear down. Juliana helped him with the condom, although she nearly ended the encounter with her sensual handling. Then he slid his hands under that inviting skirt—did he have a thing about skirts?—up her smooth, firm thighs to her hips, and hit skin all the way.
“No panties,” he panted.
Juliana lifted her leg in invitation. “They get in the way.”
Charlie pressed his cock between her legs. “Too right.” With one urgent thrust he filled her. They both groaned. Her pussy gripped him tight, her body’s adjustments caressing his length.
God, it felt so good to be inside her again. But he had to move. He pressed her against the wall as he stroked into her tight body. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to bare and suck her succulent breasts. But need overpowered all else, the need to fuse his body with hers.
He felt imminent orgasm and gritted his teeth to hold it back. He wasn’t finished yet. It hadn’t taken long enough. He gripped her bare butt, pulling her hard into his thrusts. But the urge was too strong, and when Juliana’s internal spasms rhythmically milked his cock, he let go of his control. He swore he saw stars his orgasm was so powerful. His groan seemed to echo against the wall.
Charlie collapsed against her and moved his hands from her firm buttocks to wrap tight around her waist. Her heart pounded hard against his chest. Their breaths sawed in and out, slowing gradually.
He’d been fooling himself to think he could come here and not make love to her. And despite just having an orgasm, he wasn’t done with her. He had to have her at least once more.
“I want to do that again slowly, very slowly. And I want it to take a very long time. And I want us to be naked. But first I want to kiss you and suck your breasts, and then I want to suck your clit.”
Her pussy squeezed his still-erect cock. He shuddered.
“You have a lot of wants,” she murmured in a husky voice.
“Yeah. Do you object?”
“No. I have some wants of my own.”
“It might take awhile. Do you have the time?”
Juliana turned her head so she
Juliana walked him to the door. He turned, his gaze sweeping from her tousled waves down to her glossy-painted toenails for what might be the last time. Her face hadn’t changed; it was the same one that was branded on his heart. But her body had become a sexy, desirable one, one that he’d explored in the most intimate ways mere hours ago. One he wanted to explore again.
She studied him, too. Her eyes were soft with memories, perhaps the same ones playing in his mind.
Her full lips beckoned. What could it hurt to kiss her good-bye? He knew what, but he couldn’t fight the urge to taste their succulent warmth one last time.
Charlie moved closer and leaned down to her. Juliana’s eyes widened and her lips parted. He took possession of them. Desire surged up inside him. His arm stole around her bare waist and he pulled her to him, pressing her tight against his hungry flesh. He kissed her again and again, trying to assuage a need only she awoke. His erection was a burning brand between them.
Juliana’s arms climbed his back. Her hips strained against his aching cock. She made needy sounds against his lips.
Need clawed at him. He turned with her and pressed her against her apartment wall. The file folder slid from his hand. Her thigh climbed his hip, opening her to him. He tore at his pants fly, snapping off the button in his haste. Juliana’s hands interfered as he worked at getting his pants open. He gave way to her insistent fingers, instead reaching for the condom in his pocket. Had he known, suspected . . . or hoped? Rational thought fled when she thrust her hand into his opened slacks and dived into his underwear to grip his cock. He groaned. It felt so good.
Charlie had enough brains left to push his pants and underwear down. Juliana helped him with the condom, although she nearly ended the encounter with her sensual handling. Then he slid his hands under that inviting skirt—did he have a thing about skirts?—up her smooth, firm thighs to her hips, and hit skin all the way.
“No panties,” he panted.
Juliana lifted her leg in invitation. “They get in the way.”
Charlie pressed his cock between her legs. “Too right.” With one urgent thrust he filled her. They both groaned. Her pussy gripped him tight, her body’s adjustments caressing his length.
God, it felt so good to be inside her again. But he had to move. He pressed her against the wall as he stroked into her tight body. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to bare and suck her succulent breasts. But need overpowered all else, the need to fuse his body with hers.
He felt imminent orgasm and gritted his teeth to hold it back. He wasn’t finished yet. It hadn’t taken long enough. He gripped her bare butt, pulling her hard into his thrusts. But the urge was too strong, and when Juliana’s internal spasms rhythmically milked his cock, he let go of his control. He swore he saw stars his orgasm was so powerful. His groan seemed to echo against the wall.
Charlie collapsed against her and moved his hands from her firm buttocks to wrap tight around her waist. Her heart pounded hard against his chest. Their breaths sawed in and out, slowing gradually.
He’d been fooling himself to think he could come here and not make love to her. And despite just having an orgasm, he wasn’t done with her. He had to have her at least once more.
“I want to do that again slowly, very slowly. And I want it to take a very long time. And I want us to be naked. But first I want to kiss you and suck your breasts, and then I want to suck your clit.”
Her pussy squeezed his still-erect cock. He shuddered.
“You have a lot of wants,” she murmured in a husky voice.
“Yeah. Do you object?”
“No. I have some wants of my own.”
“It might take awhile. Do you have the time?”
Juliana turned her head so she
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