She jumped as if electrocuted. Then she buried her face in my chest and branded my arm with her long-ass nails as she sobbed, “Right there, right there, oh God, right there.”
I stroked her without mercy, massaging a circle around the area until hitting it directly and then repeating. She bowed up tight against me, right on the edge of ecstasy. Then I thrust two fingers into her while my thumb continued to strum her, and she cried out her shock.
Grinding her pussy into my hand, she clutched my sleeve and buried her face against my heartbeat as her first spasm hit hard and fast.
It was inspiring to watch her come. She fought it the entire time, tensing up, hiding her face, gripping my arm. If I’d been able to see her face, I bet she would’ve been biting her lip too, gritting the moans back deep down into her throat.
But her body wanted what it wanted, and her legs tightened around my hips, keeping me close as she ground her pussy into my hand, riding every last pulse in her orgasm from my fingers.
Nearly a minute later, a small whimpered croak escaped, and her hand loosened its death grip on my arm. Limp and finished, she pulled her face away from my shirt.
Overwhelmed by what had just happened and feeling as if I’d experienced exactly what she had, I slid my fingers free from inside her and gently extracted them from her panties.
She looked up at me, her liquid brown eyes speaking volumes with a dazed satisfaction and maybe a little underlying worry beneath that. “Holy shit.”
I smiled. “I know, right.” Then I popped my wet digits into my mouth to taste her juices.
Her eyes flared with heat. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
I drew my fingers from between my lips, licking off the last remaining flavor of her tangy essence before nodding. “Oh yeah.”
She nodded too, quite solemnly. “Good.”
I went in for a kiss and she met me without hesitation. Our tongues thrust urgently, a nearly identical imitation of what my fingers had just done to her pussy.
Julianna gripped my hair and threaded her fingers through it repeatedly. I swear, the slight occasional tug she gave my locks could be felt all the way from the roots of my hair straight down to the base of my cock.
“I love this hair,” she mumbled. “It’s so fucking soft yet thick. It’s beautiful. I want to grip it with both hands when you first thrust deep, deep inside me.”
“I can help you with that,” I rasped and went back to humping her through our clothes.
She wound her legs back around my waist, thrilling me with the sharp poke of her heels in the top of my ass. Burying my face into the crook of her neck while she molested my hair, I closed my eyes and breathed in her heady scent.
“Seriously,” she slurred, barely able to twine the length of my hair around her finger. “Do you get blond highlights?”
“Hmm?” My lashes fluttered open as I lifted my face.
Why the fuck were we still talking about hair?
Julianna examined my hair, almost obsessively. “I swear you have streaks of blond in here.”
I shrugged, amused by her total concentration but also a little irritated. My hair wasn’t exactly the most crucial thing needing her attention at the moment. “It’s possible, I guess. I was a towhead before I hit puberty.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Really? So all this gorgeous lovely shit is natural?”
“One hundred percent.” I sent her a lazy grin before nudging against her a little more lewdly to get her attention where I really wanted it. “You want to check and make sure? See if the drapes match the carpet?”
And finally, yes, her gaze left my hair to meet my stare.
“Fuck, yeah,” she murmured and slipped open the top button of my pants before zipping them down.
I gripped the table on either side of her hips as I watched her slip her fingers inside my Jockey shorts.
“Oh, damn. That’s what I’m talking about,” Julianna cooed as she pulled me free. She gripped me tight before sweeping her thumb over the weeping slit at the top, and then she jacked me off slowly, sensually, appearing awed by how each stroke seemed to make me bigger.
“Julianna,” I rasped, my voice hoarse because I’d let her have more fun than I could really tolerate.
She looked up, her eyes full of understanding. “Do you have anything?”
I gulped and nodded, the blood rushing from my head and making me slightly dizzy from the reality of what was happening.
When she let go of my cock, I reached down to my pants that hadn’t sagged very far down my legs yet and found my wallet in my back pocket. Meanwhile, she removed her panties.
“Holy…” Feeling it bare was one thing, but seeing it slick and swollen and shaved… “Jesus, baby doll. You should’ve left those on five seconds longer. I don’t know how I’m going to get this condom on now when all I can think about is how it’d feel bare against bare.”
And I wasn’t lying. My hands were literally shaking as I pulled the foil square from my wallet.