I pump my fingers in and out of her, determined to find every spot that makes her moan, every bit of pleasure that will make her legs shake. She grabs my head, jerks me up to kiss her, and rubs herself on my fingers. I use my thumb on her clit while pushing a third finger into her. If she takes my fingers this happily and well, she’s going to love my cock.
“So good.” She moans. “I’m so close.”
“Finish for me. Come all over my fingers, Juls.” I pant.
“Gio!”
“Show me how much you like me stroking your pussy.” I bite her neck. “Next time, I’ll give you my cock and see how much louder you get.”
She muffles herself against my chest as she comes apart. She grips me tightly, squeezes her thigh around my hand, and chants ‘yes’ over and over again until it’s my favorite word in the English dictionary.
Slowly, I ease my fingers out of her and taste her. She watches me suck one finger, then steals the other before I can have it. Her teasing look promises more than I can handle.
“I like how you come,” I say, not sure if that’s right or not. I’m not normally good at dirty talk.
Juliana slides off the counter, holding my hips for support so I feel her lush body move against every very hard inch of mine. But she continues down to her knees, looking up at me as she undoes my pants.
“Juls, you don’t have to, I want to makeyoufeel good.”
“Oh, I’m going to feel very good about this,” She says in a low voice that makes my cock twitch.
In record time, she has my pants and boxers around my ankles. Her tongue strokes from base to tip before she spreads her lovely lips and takes me deep in her hot mouth. I groan as her tongue teases me, circling and stroking. I brace myself on the counter, then thrust once into her throat. I don’t think I made the choice to do that, but she just feels so damn good that I want more.
Juliana moans as I thrust again. She grips my ass, digs her nails in, and meets my gaze. Her eyes are all hazy, hair a mess, cheeks flushed, and her lips wrapped around my thick cock. It’s an impossible sight, the kind I’ve dreamt about while knowing I couldn’t have.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She moans around my length in response and I feel it all the way to my toes and back. I know just like that, I’m not going to last long. She moves over me again and again, taking me until she gags, then pulling on my hips.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?”
She nods and I see that wicked smile in her eyes. Groaning, I give her what she wants. She opens just a little wider, but still sucks every time she takes me deep. Groaning I see her fingering herself too.
It’s too much. She’s too much. As she whimpers and squirms, as she keeps sucking me with that single minded focus, I feel completely myself for the first time in a year. I come hard, filling her throat as she makes a satisfied sound.
After what feels like an hour, I back up and Juliana stands, gently stroking under her bottom lip. “I think we might be able to get everything we want, Gio. Just like this.”
That hopeful adventurous shine to her face is going to get me in trouble. I’m sure of it.
12
JULIANA
After we both get dressed, Gio and I have dinner together, silently. I think about asking him more than once if he’s happy, if he liked it if he would want to do more, but the words get stuck in my throat. It’s strange. That’s not usually an issue for me. I mean, I’ve never had one issue sharing what I think or feel, but here I am, hesitating.
I take a long drink of wine from my glass, set it down and open my mouth, but the door is knocked on. Gio glances at it, stands, and opens the door. Max comes in, and looks at me, now in the world’s most comfortable lounge pants and a vintage t-shirt and Gio is dressed just like he was before our fun.
“Patricia is home safe. I thought you’d want to know.”
“Thank you.” I nod. “That means a lot to me.”
“I aim to please, doll,” Max says with a frustrated glint in his eyes. “Shame we were interrupted mid-dance.”
“Yeah, that’s all you were doing,” Gio grumbles.
“And I remember being told we weren’t needed in Juliana’s penthouse.” Max cocks an eyebrow up. “Those in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, kid.”
“Well if I’m a kid, what does that make her since we’re the same age?” Gio demands.