Chapter Forty-Four

Giles

JULIA'S IN MY BED FOR two whole seconds before I pull her under me and kiss her. All I'm wearing is boxers, but she's got on a t-shirt and pajama pants. A situation I start to remedy immediately by peeling away her shirt. Having her breasts pressed to my chest is heavenly. 

Everything is going good until I gently nudge her legs apart with my knees, and she brings her hands up to my face and pushes me away from her lips.

"Can we talk for a minute?"

Honestly, those are not the words I want to hear at the moment. I urge her legs farther apart and let her feel the urgent situation in my boxers by pressing it hard against her. 

"Can we talk after?"

I go to kiss her again but she speaks into my mouth. "Please?"

I push myself onto my elbows so I can look at her properly, suddenly worried something is really wrong. "What's on your mind, beautiful?"

She searches my face and I notice for the first time that she seems worried. "Is this supposed to be a secret? What we do together?"

That's a strange question. "You've always said you wanted to keep what we do between us, so I haven't told anyone, if that's what you're worried about."

"What are we doing, though? What is this?"

I tilt my head, not liking the way her lips turn down. "What do you mean, what is this? You know what this is. You know how much I care about you. Don't you?"

She nods, but still doesn't seem satisfied. "So are we in a relationship?"

"What?" I blurt out.

Her question plunges me into the realization of just how much has changed between us. 

My thoughts scurry past in quick succession. We're no longer just friends. If we're no longer friends, we're no longer safe. Answering her question will set it all in stone and make it real. What's real can break. What's real can be taken away. 

She starts to say something else but I take the opportunity to kiss her. I don't want to think about how fragile this thing between us is now. All I want to think about is making her feel good, feeling her under me. The only thought I want whirling in my head is how I can make her come again. 

"Stop worrying. Let's just be where we are, enjoy what we have."

"But..."

I grind into her again and she lets out a delicious little moan.

"We can talk more, or I can make good on what I promised over the phone."

She sighs and I brush my lips over hers. We share the ghost of a kiss, our lips grazing, mouths open, hot breaths making my thoughts fog. 

"I want to taste you," I say against her mouth.

I bring a hand flat against her navel, before dragging it slowly under her pajama pants. 

"Yeah," she breathes, as I cup over the soft curve that yields to the hot spot between her legs. My fingers find soft, wet skin. 

I move down to her lower half and kiss her exposed stomach. Her body reacts to me by arching off the bed and almost wiggling away at the sensation. She has a beauty mark just under her hipbone, right at the corner of the V shape between her hips. I run a thumb over it then kiss it. I set a hand on each of her hipbones as my kisses trail downward, my tongue tracing circles on her skin. Her breathing tells me every time she feels a jolt of pleasure. She gives a little gasp and seems to hold her breath for a beat before letting it out again. I take my time kissing her skin as my hands peel her pants farther and farther down, revealing a pair of electric blue panties. They look hot on her, but I waste no time peeling them off of her along with her pants.

She shivers when I kiss her inner thighs and her knees come up on either side of me as I move my mouth up to the center. I take my time, working my lips around hers and licking her clit. She jolts periodically and whimpers whenever I suck on it. Her fingers close over my hair, pulling my face against her, as she grinds against my mouth, whining under her breath. 

I pull up onto my knees and grip onto each of her hipbones as I position myself over her entrance. I shut my eyes as my cock is enveloped in the familiar softness and warmth. She's squirming underneath me before I even start moving. Her hair spread across the pillow, she looks up at me, her eyes half closed, her mouth half open, her entire body arching with anticipation. 

Her gorgeous breasts, nipples hard, bounce to the rhythm of my thrusts. I've never seen a more gorgeous body, shaking with the force of my pounding.

I keep cursing under my breath, trying hard not to explode inside of her at any moment, but feeling right on the edge of oblivion.  

I spin her around onto her stomach and thrust back into her. The view is glorious. Her thick black hair spread out on one side, her face pressed to the pillow, eyes shut, lips parting between moans. Her hands on either side of her, fingers clutching the sheet for dear life. And the smooth, gorgeous skin of her back yielding to her incredible ass, perked up against me.

"Fuck. You should see how amazing this looks. You're a fucking wet dream." 

My fingers bury into the skin of her hips as I anchor down and go even harder. I can see exactly how our bodies come together from this angle. I can see how wet my cock is right before I slam back into her. 

She makes desperate whimpering noises coupled with whispers of encouragements. At first, I can't hear what she's saying, but her whispers roar to a full-blown plea when I reach around and start rubbing her clit. She's saying, oh God, oh God, oh God.

Yeah, I feel like a god.