“I’ve seen all of you, remember?” she says, her face heating as her eyes drift down to my very obvious erection. My cock jumps behind my sweatpants at her gaze, and she sucks in a breath.
“That was an accident. This is on purpose. You want to see me on purpose, baby?”
Her eyes come back to mine. “So, so much.”
Lust whips through me as I grab the hem of my hoodie and tear it over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. Julie’s eyes drop to my torso, her gaze fiery as she takes me in.
When she traces my abs with a single finger, my cock hardens even more and my stomach muscles flex. She trails her fingers down the tattoo on my ribs, leaning closer to read the words. “Your sisters’ names right? And your nieces?”
“Yeah. I love watching my sisters as moms, and I just adore all those little girls. I can’t always be with them because of my job, so this felt like a way to keep them close.”
“How are you even real?” she mutters,
“I could ask you the same thing,” I say, curling my fingers in the hem of her t-shirt.
“Can I?” I ask
She nods.
“Words, Juliette. Use your words.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you to.”
I pull her shirt over her head and toss it on top of my sweatshirt before roving my eyes over her. My hands move before my brain engages, coming up to palm her perfect tits, rubbing my thumbs over her black lace covered nipples. She takes a sharp breath, a low moan coming from her throat.
“Gorgeous,” I murmur, skimming my hands down her sides, over her hips and her legs until I reach her knees. Gliding my hands back up her thighs, I dip down and graze one finger along her pussy, feeling the heat of her through her leggings. I am desperate to sink inside her, to feel all that heat wrapped around my cock as she moans my name into my ear. I press my finger a little harder, circling it over her clit, and without warning her entire body stiffens. As if I tossed a bucket of ice-cold water all over her, she jerks backwards off my lap, landing on her ass on the blankets. Staring at the ground, she crosses her arms across her chest, clearly uncomfortable being so exposed.
Wanting to understand what the fuck just happened, I grab my sweatshirt from the floor and tug it over her head. She slips her arms into it and seems to relax slightly once she’s covered up. With a hand on her face, I guide her head up until she’s looking at me.
“Talk to me, Juliette. What happened just now?”
Her eyes dart around the room, avoiding eye contact with me as best she can.
“It’s embarrassing.”
“You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me. You’re safe with me, Juliette, remember? We’re safe with each other.”
She takes a deep breath. “I’ve never told anyone this before;I guess tonight is the night for big confessions. I’ve never, um. You know. With another person.”
I try and decipher what it is she’s telling me. “You’ve never had sex before?”
She rears back. “What the fuck, Asher? I’m thirty years old. Of course I’ve had sex before. Having sex has never been the problem. It’s finishing that’s the problem.”
“You’ve never had an orgasm during sex before.” It’s a statement, not a question. I’m starting to understand what’s going on here.
She huffs out a breath, hand coming up to scratch at her wrist, but I cover her hands with mine before she can. “No, you don’t, Juliette. You don’t need to be anxious about this. Not with me. We’re going to talk about it, and then we’re going to fix it.” I flash her a grin. “I’m really, really good at sex.”
She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I just bet you are, but it won’t matter. I’m, like, defective or something.”
I hate that she thinks that, but she won’t for long. “You’re not defective, baby. I promise you’re not. You can have an orgasm on your own, right?”
“Of course I can. I’m great at making myself come and I have enough toys to open my own sex shop. But when I’m with another person, I can’t turn my brain off enough to enjoy it. I worry about everything. How I look, how I smell, what sounds I’m making. Literally everything. Then I worry that it’s taking too long and he’s going to get annoyed, so I end up faking it just to make it stop.” She drops her head back and groans. “Fucking hell, I can’t believe I just told you all that. What the fuck is it about you that makes me tell you everything?”
I smirk at her. “My mom says I have a very trustworthy face.”
She snorts out a laugh, and it baffles me that I thinkshe’s the cutest person alive and I also want to fuck her right into this floor. Turns out, it’s an irresistible combination.
“We’ll get back to all the toys because, so awesome. But I’ll just say this. It sounds like you’ve been with assholes who didn’t care about your pleasure. But I’m not an asshole and literally all I care about it making you feel good, so if you’re up for it, I have an idea.”
