Vincent
I’ve been a morning person my whole life. I’m in bed around ten and up before six. I’m so used to the same routine, I don’t even have to set an alarm. I hit my gym before I get ready for the day and head into the office. Today was the first morning I hadn’t wanted to get up from my bed. When I finally made myself look at the time, it was already eight.
I hadn’t carried Jules to bed until after one in the morning. We’d ended up in the movie room upstairs, where we’d watched a few shows before we ended up ordering takeout and started another. She’d passed out a little before midnight, but her head had been lying on my thigh, and I hadn’t wanted to wake her.
Instead, I sat there and ran my fingers through her hair like some psycho. I need to get control of myself. I’d already pounced all over her. I barely got her in my front door, and I had her naked in my bed. You’d think I was a pro at that shit or something. Finally, I’d made myself get up and carry her down to the bed at least.
To my surprise, however, when I’d gotten into the bed, she’d rolled right over to me and draped her arm across my chest. Slowly throughout the night, she inched over on top of me. Right now, she’s like a blanket spread over me, and I really don’t want to move, but I know that I need to.
Work could go a day or two without me, but I know if I stay here, I’ll be all over her again. It’s going to start to freak her out. I’m still waiting for her to tell me why eating her sweet untouched pussy was a bad idea. That it’s going to cause problems because this was all fake. This is a tricky line I’m going to have to walk.
Reluctantly, I slip out of the bed. I check my phone and see that the moving company who picked up her things will be here in about an hour. I fire off a text to the downstairs security to be expecting them before I message Aaron next, letting him know when I’ll be in. I give one last look at Jules laid out in my bed. Her dark hair is spread out on my pillow. I make myself change into workout gear so I can burn off some energy before the movers get here.
Not that it helps. I do some weights before running a few miles before trying the punching bag next. I’m covered in sweat, but still my cock is hard. I rip the binding off my hands and head for the shower.
When I’m done getting myself cleaned up, I wrap my hand around my cock and close my eyes. I replay yesterday in my mind. My balls are already drawing up tight. How the hell does she do this to me?
I came all over myself yesterday. I want to be able to blame it on the fact that it’s been a while since I’ve even jacked off, but I know that’s not truly the reason. It’s her. There is something about her that calls to me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever understand. I’ll drive myself insane trying to figure it out, and I think I’ve gone crazy enough as it is.
“Vinny.” My eyes snap open when I hear my name in that breathy tone Jules gets when she's turned on. I know my imagination of replaying yesterday isn’t that fucking good.
My gaze lands right on her. Her hair is messy, making her look like she’s been well fucked, but I know it’s from me running my fingers through it while she slept. Her cheeks are rosy with a blush and her lips are barely parted, but what I notice most is where her eyes are trained. Directly on my cock.
I give myself another few pumps. A small gasp leaves her. I lift my hand from off the wall I was using to brace myself and push the glass over. “Come here,” I order her.
I fight a groan when she does as I order, coming right for me. I love that she can be so independent in life and brave, but in these intimate moments with me she’s shy and unsure but trusts me to guide her. Who knew trust could be such a fucking turn-on?
When she makes it to the edge of the walk-in shower, I pull her shirt off first, then go for her bottoms next. I bend down and tug the yoga pants along with her panties down her legs. She steps out of them. The second I have her naked, I’m pulling her under the warm spray of water.
“I was just thinking about you,” I tell her before I claim her mouth in a kiss. My bare cock presses against her soft skin. At least the shower is a safe place. I won’t fuck her up against the wall for our first time.
My hand slides up her hip to cup her breast. She fills my hand perfectly. Everything about her fits me right. I’d swear she was made for me.
“I want to eat you again,” I say against her mouth.
“Okay, but this time I get to touch you too,” she says. She’s always surprising me.
“And how do you want to touch me?” She licks her lips, peeking up at me through her lashes. She has no idea how fucking sexy she is, which only makes her more appealing. Thank God I put a ring on it as quickly as I did.
“Were you really thinking about me when you were ah….” She pauses, licking her lips again.
“Jacking off?” I smirk. “Yeah, baby, I was thinking about yesterday. Replaying it in my mind. Thinking about your taste on my tongue. The way you moaned my name.” Her eyes widen a fraction as her lips turn up, and I can tell she likes what I’m saying by the way her breathing changes.
“I want to do it for you.” Before I can respond, she’s wrapping her hand around my cock. A deep groan rumbles from me. Then she goes and opens that mouth of hers, and I almost come on the spot all over her stomach. “It’s so much softer than I thought it would be.” She tightens her hold on me. “How can it be both soft and hard?”
“Jules,” I grit out. I’m going to unload on her, and we haven't even started.
“What?” I didn’t think her eyes could get wider, but they do.
“Have you ever touched a cock before?”
She shakes her head no adamantly. “Am I already doing it wrong?” Innocence drips from every word out of her mouth. I’ve never really understood the whole appeal of virgins. I’ve always wondered why the hell it would matter. In fact, before Jules, I think a woman telling me she was a virgin would have scared me off. Who wants that kind of responsibility? As with everything, I quickly learn it’s far different when it comes to her.
“You touching my cock is already doing it right. Nothing you do is going to be wrong, Jules. I could stare at you and jack off and still die a happy man.”
“That’s kind of sweet.” A small giggle pops from her. “I mean, I’m glad you didn't put it in our wedding vows but—”
I burst into laughter. Once again, she’s catching me off guard. She moves her hand back and forth, and my laughter dies out. I place my hand that isn’t filled with her tit on the wall beside her head to brace myself. My knees are not feeling so strong.