I prized myself away, letting my kisses rain lower, enjoying every inch of the flesh she offered me. Each nipple was licked, sucked, and nipped, leaving a peppering of goose bumps over her flesh. Her moans and whimpers superseded the crackling of the fire. I didn’t stop as my tongue found her core. One lick and I knew she was wet and ready.
One lick and I wanted more.
Spreading her knees farther apart, I buried my face where soon my cock would be.
“Van.”
She called out my name as her body writhed beneath my ministrations. Swirling her clit, I inserted two fingers into her tight pussy, creating a rhythm as her hips bounced in time. By the way her legs tightened around my head, I knew she was close. I curled my fingers and nipped her clit. The room filled with her wordless sounds as she came undone in my grasp.
When her gaze met mine, a blushing smile filled her expression. “That was...”
“Just the beginning.”
“I’ve never come that hard with oral.”
Butler was a dick.
“Oh, there’s more to come.” I smiled. “Pun intended.”
I stripped out of my boxer briefs and crawled back over her until our lips met. My tongue danced with hers. “See how good you taste?”
More pink came to her cheeks, giving her a glow in the fire’s light.
Carefully, I guided my cock to her warm and wet heaven. With my elbows near her face, I stared down at Julia, taking in her youth, her beauty, and her trusting gaze. “Keep your eyes open, Julia. I want to watch you come this time. Don’t look away.”
Opening her eyes, she nodded.
With each inch, my hunger grew until I slammed deep inside her. Her squeal reverberated through the room, giving me pause. “I want you so badly.”
“Don’t stop.”
I waited, giving her time to take me in. Even without moving, just having her tight walls contract around me was ecstasy.
She nodded as her lips met mine. “Take me. I want all of you.”
It was her repeated invitation, and I wasn’t going to turn her down. Pistoning my hips, I eased in and out, filling her with each thrust as she dug her fingernails into the rug’s fibers and held on.
Her marvelous pussy, sensual noises, and expressions ranging from pain to bliss were feeding my hunger. Call me a chauvinist, but knowing that no one else had done this to her filled me with a caveman-like need to keep her here and never let her go.
Julia’s eyelids fluttered as she held on to my neck, our noses touching.
My balls grew tighter as I thrust faster, knowing she was again close and wanting to watch her display as she came.
It was as her body stiffened that I saw the splendor in her eyes.
That was the incentive I needed as I laid her shoulders back to the rug and lifted her bent legs to my shoulders. The sight before me was stunning. The end of my glistening cock was inside her wet pink pussy. Lifting her torso into my arms, I thrust upward.
“Oh, Van.”
Fuck, it felt good.
In this position I was buried deeper than I’d been before.
Julia’s youth and fitness allowed her the most satisfying flexibility. With her basically folded in half in my arms, my cock had the perfect angle as my hips pistoned with unabandoned need.
Harder and harder.
Faster and faster.
This was the definition of insatiable desire.
Her petite hands held tight to my neck as I continued recklessly staking my claim. It was as my orgasm built that she came again, her entire body trembling in my grasp. It had been so long since I’d engaged in sex fueled by pure desire that I’d forgotten the number-one rule of safety and precaution. As my seed pulsated out of me, filling her, I didn’t care.
That caveman need wanted only one thing.
To never let Julia go.
Julia
If men were supposed to reach their sexual peak at eighteen, I couldn’t imagine what Van had been like then. After a marathon session of incredible line-blurring sex, including but not limited to the rug, the sofa—over the arm of the sofa to be more precise, against the large windows, and with me balanced on the dining room table, we claimed satiation and exhaustion. As I stood on wobbly knees with evidence of our evening activities on my skin, Van slipped on his boxer briefs and handed me his flannel shirt with the sexiest damn grin.
“I like you wearing that.”
As I put my arms through the arm holes, I lingered, taking in the scent of his cologne and the softness of the material. “I like wearing it.”
Reaching for my clothes, I felt the warmth in my cheeks. “So...I guess this is good night?”
“I’m a lot of bad things, Julia. Despite my parents’ faults, they raised a gentleman.” He offered his arm. “May I escort you to your suite?”
Giggling softly, I placed my hand in the crook of his bent arm. “You are a gentleman, Mr. Sherman.”
“I’m not,” he said, as we ascended the staircase, “but I know how to act like one.”
When we entered the sitting room of my suite, I tossed my clothes onto a chair. “Thank you for the escort.”
His green orbs glistened with the desire from earlier. “If I stay in here, that blurred line will cease to exist.”
“I believe after the dining room table, the line completely disappeared.” My gaze met his. “Did we clean the table?”
He laughed. “Yes.”
“I guess I was preoccupied.”
Honestly, I wasn’t certain that I could physically handle more of what we’d done. My body was sore and worn out in the best of ways. I lifted myself up on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss. “We can talk about the line, if it still exists, in the morning.” I turned to go into the bathroom. Before I shut the door, I said, “Good night, Van.”
This was my way of not being clingy. I wasn’t in the market for forever. Walking away, even to the bathroom, gave Van an out without either of us feeling abandoned.
After taking care of business, cleaning myself, brushing my teeth and hair, and deciding to keep Van’s shirt as my nightgown, I opened the door. The sitting room was empty. Van was gone.
I stood for a moment, contemplating his departure. There was nothing to overthink. I’d offered him the door, he took it. Besides, if we were to maintain any form of line, he’d made the right move.
Turning off the lights, I made it back to the large bedroom when I heard a knock.
‘There are no people for miles...’
His words from earlier left little confusion regarding who was at the door to my suite.
When I opened the door, Van was standing with one arm on the doorjamb, looking sexy with his messy hair, five o’clock shadow, no shirt, and low-hanging blue jeans. “Yes?”
“You forgot this.” He pulled my bra from behind his back.
A smile came to my lips. “Oops.” I retrieved my bra.
“I thought you might not want to leave it out for Margaret to find.”
“Who’s Margaret?”
“She’s Mrs. Mayhand’s daughter.”
I was trying to remember. “The woman who cooks?”
“Yes. She and Margaret come here every Friday morning. That’s tomorrow.”
“Will she make it through the snow?”
“It’s stopped. Margaret’s husband will be here in a few hours to plow my lane. I usually leave for the office before seven.” Van looked down at his shirt that I was wearing and back to me. “I wanted you to know because even though no one heard or saw us tonight, tomorrow, if you decide to go to the kitchen dressed as you are, you may run into Mrs. Mayhand or Margaret.”