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Cupping the back of her neck with my hand, I cant her head to one side and lay claim to her mouth. Jules’s lips part, and I thrust into her mouth, stroking her sharp little tongue with my own.
Jules leans in, pressing her breasts against me, and the contrast of her hard little nipples and soft, warm curves makes my whole body come alive.
Gripping her waist, I turn her around and smash her against the bathroom wall. I yank down the straps of her bra so her breasts spring free of the infuriating see-through mesh.
Palming one in my right hand, I suck her other nipple into my mouth until I pull another moan from my mate. She smells like cinnamon and lavender soap and sweet feminine musk.
I take my time dragging my tongue over the tantalizing pink center of her breast, running my hands up and down her ribs. I’ve been dying to explore every one of her curves since the day she appeared on my doorstep.
Kissing a trail along the curve of her breast and down her stomach, I finally drop to my knees. Gripping her hips, I press a reverent kiss to the soft crease of her pussy and tear her panties off with a loud rip of fabric.
Jules lets out a gasp of surprise as I stare in awe at her glistening folds.
“So sexy,” I murmur, trailing a finger down her seam until I pull another little shudder from Jules. I take my time stroking her along her center, watching in fascination as her juices coat my finger.
Her thighs start to tremble as I draw closer to that sensitive bundle of nerves. I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste her.
Gently parting her folds with my fingers, I lick a trail up her center. Jules shakes harder as I flick my tongue under the hood of her clit before delving back to lap up her cream.
Jules spears her hands through my hair, tugging on the strands in a way that sets my nerve endings on fire. She widens her stance to give me better access, and I hitch one leg over my shoulder to open her up even more.
Another bead of cream blooms from her core, and I circle the delicate flesh of her entrance. I know that once I’ve claimed her with my mouth, I won’t be able to stop until I’ve taken her with my cock. And yet I can’t seem to pull myself away.
I flick my tongue into her channel, and Jules’s whole body spasms. I stroke my hand along her hip, gripping her perfect ass. Jules starts to move against my greedy mouth, grinding into my stubble for more friction.
Fuck. This woman doesn’t know that she’s playing with fire. I’m a raging inferno.
Digging my nails into her ass, I move back up to her swollen nub. I lave my tongue roughly over her clit, and Jules bites back a moan. I slip a finger inside her. She is so fucking wet.
I start to move my finger in and out, experimentally stretching her walls. Jules grinds down on my digit with a groan, her pussy clenching hard.
Growling against her, I add another finger, and a loud moan sends all the blood surging straight to my cock. I look up and nearly come all over myself when I see Jules cupping her gorgeous breasts, flicking her thumbs over her nipples as she drives herself toward the edge.
Jesus. This woman will be the death of me.
Ramming my fingers inside her, I draw a sharp gasp from those swollen pink lips. Jules’s arousal drips down my fingers, and she starts to ride my hand.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl. “Come for me like a good girl.”
A sharp cry tears from her lips as another gush of cream spills out. I feel it when Jules comes apart — her pussy spasming as she collapses against the bathroom wall, hands still clutching her tits.
I continue to pump my fingers in and out, watching the creases slowly fade from her brow. I rise to my feet, cradling her knee against my hip and lifting the weight off her other foot.
Jules’s eyes are hooded as she wraps herself around my waist, pressing her slick core into my abdomen as I carry her into my bedroom and lay her out on the bed.
I fall over her, catching my weight on my arms, and claim her mouth with my own. Jules groans and runs her tongue along my upper lip, licking her juices off my mouth. My balls throb at the thought that my dirty little minx likes the taste of her own sweetness.
Her fingers fumble over the buttons of my dress shirt, and she finally gets so impatient that she rips it open — sending buttons skittering all over the room.
Grinning against her mouth, I slip out of my destroyed shirt, and Jules rolls onto her knees.
I pull back a little so I can watch her face as she studies every inch of me. Her touch is soft, almost reverent, as she traces the planes of my chest.
I hiss as her fingers trail down my abs, stopping when she reaches my belt. I’m not going to last long if she gets her hands on me, and I want to be inside of her.
Then a wicked idea occurs to me, and my wolf rumbles his approval. Jules is busy trying to undo my belt, but I gently encircle her wrist with my fingers and pull them away from my cock.
“Not yet,” I growl, my voice full of gravel.
