Finding Julia. Desiree Holt
from her throat as his lips tugged and pulled on the hardened bud and his fingers kneaded her soft flesh.
In a frenzy of arousal, Julia unfastened his slacks and shoved at them. Clumsy in her efforts, she made small sounds of frustration as she pushed at the clothing.
Luke finally lifted his head from her breasts, pulling one last, erotic time on a nipple and stepped back to rid himself of his clothes. Kicking his shoes off and yanking away his socks, he knelt in front of her. With careful attention, he tugged her slacks and panties down to her ankles, lifting each foot to step out of them. He pulled off her shoes; then he placed his hands on her hips to hold her steady and pressed his head against her mound, inhaling her scent.
“Ohhh.” The pleasure of the sensation spiraled through her.
When he opened the lips of her cunt and licked the sensitive tip of her clit, she thought she would melt to the floor. Only her hands braced on Luke’s shoulders kept her upright. Again and again he flicked his tongue over the swollen knot, each stroke making her insides quake and her nerves fire. She felt dampness on the inside of her thighs as Luke’s wicked tongue did its work. Inside her, the manacles locking her down released with agonizing slowness and her body unfolded, one delightful burst at a time. Luke moved his tongue lower, tracing the length of her slit with the tip of his tongue. She cried out with pleasure at the sensations whirling through her body. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Stop! No, she wanted more.
She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into the skin as he took her higher and higher. When her climax exploded, every muscle spasmed in response. The walls of her pussy clenched over and over again, and her body shook so hard she didn’t know if she could remain upright. She collapsed forward, leaning into Luke, held in place by his strong hands. His warm mouth whispered kisses over the softness of her belly as she tried to regain some sense of balance.
“Remarkable.” His voice was so deep and sensual. “You are the most responsive woman I have ever known.”
She was breathless, unable to answer him.
Luke slow-walked them to the bed and reached for the bedside lamp. Julia stretched out her hand to stop him.
“No. Please. I’m… I’ve had children… I… I’m not a teenager any more, Luke.”
“Thank God. Neither am I.” He stroked her cheek gently. “I want to see you, Julia, to look at you. Please. It would give me such pleasure.”
Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand and he snapped on the light. She would have crossed her arms to cover herself, but he held them at her sides, his eyes raking her body.
“You’re lovely,” he whispered, drinking in the sight of her. “Why wouldn’t you want me to look? You have nothing to hide. Do you know how sexy you are, what a richness there is to your body?”
“My body leaves a lot to be desired, Luke,” she protested, still nervous. “Certainly at my age.”
“Not for me, sweet Julia. I could feast on you forever.”
Now she allowed herself to look at him, to let her eyes take in every inch of his naked body, and she drew in her breath at the sight. As big as he was, his body was still lean but well-muscled, with silky hair on his arms, and a thick mat of curling hair on his chest. A thin line arrowed down to his groin to the most magnificent erection she’d ever seen. She quaked in anticipation.
He carried her down to the bed with him, his lips tracing a path across her breasts and the roundness of her belly to the soft triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs. He captured her mouth again as his hand moved toward her heat, gently nudging her legs apart. The liquid of arousal trickled from her cunt, and she caught her breath. Her body answered his touch with little coaxing. She loved his strong fingers on her, the heat of his mouth, and the feel of his flesh over hard muscles. He dropped his head lower and flicked his tongue on her nipples, then raked them with his teeth. Her breathing quickened and she arched herself into him.
More, more, more!
The demand echoed in her head. She wanted him to touch her everywhere at once. Kiss every bit of her. When his tongued traced a line even lower, a dark thrill raced through her. He shifted positions and his fingers gently opened the lips of her pussy. One swipe of his tongue across the sizzling knot of nerves made her cry out.
“Luke!”
“Right here, baby,” he murmured, his mouth busy on her sex.
He traced the line of her slit, lapping at the moisture gathered there. His teeth tugged gently on her pubic curls before nipping lightly at her labia.
Julia was sure she would burn alive from the heat racing through her. As her mind spun out, her only focus was her center where Luke’s mouth performed wonders on her. She forgot to worry, to be nervous, or afraid. All she wanted was more of what he was doing. The walls of her pussy fluttered like leaves in a hurricane, grasping hungrily at Luke’s marauding tongue.
An unfamiliar ribbon of hot need coiled low in her belly then unwound slowly, pushing her to a sensuous plateau she hadn’t even known existed. When his tongue thrust stiffly inside her wet channel, she cried out again and thrust her hips at him boldly.
Magic beckoned, a starburst waiting inside her to explode and thrust her into space. She reached for it, panted for it, but he held it just out of reach, teasing her, demanding she give everything to him. Breathing fractured, her body strained toward the explosion she needed like she needed her next breath.
Suddenly, he pulled away and rose to his knees. She pried her eyes open, her body quivering at the edge of the precipice he’d taken her to, shocked at the sudden absence of his touch.
“What’s wrong?” She barely croaked the words, stunned, wondering if she’d done something wrong.
“Shit.” He smacked his forehead. “I am the biggest damn idiot.”
“What is it?” She was frightened. Was he changing his mind? Now of all times? “Please tell me.”
“I have nothing with me,” he said, his voice grating. “I didn’t carry anything because I didn’t expect to need it.”
“Carry what?” She blinked. “I don’t understand.”
“Protection, damn it.” He pushed himself away from her. “I don’t want to send you home pregnant. That’s the last thing you’d need.”
Julia reached out a hand and tugged him back to her, desperate to feel his touch again. “It’s okay. I’m like the Boy Scouts, always prepared.”
“You’re taking birth control pills?”
She shook her head. “Couldn’t tolerate them. I have a coil. An intrauterine device. I haven’t gotten around to having it removed.”
“Thank God,” he breathed.
“So there’s no worry.” She tugged again until he lay against her. Her body shook with a desire beyond anything she’d ever known. “Please, Luke?”
Now there was no stopping, no thinking. He began his movements again, this time with a greater ferocity. She wanted to hurry him, so great was her building need, but he took his time, enjoying every inch of her, every response. He grasped both of her hands in one of his and drew them over her head, stretching her out and forcing her breasts upwards. The way he used his lips, his tongue, his teeth on her nipples drove her mad, creating a new sensitivity in her breasts. Lazily, he trailed kisses the length of her body. When she felt his tongue probing at her quivering folds again, she nearly jackknifed off the bed.
“Easy.” Luke’s voice was husky with desire. “You taste like fine wine, Julia. I could drink from you all night.”
He released her hands and placed both of his on her thighs, holding them open for his exploration. Using his tongue, he traced the length of her slit, teasing the sensitive nub of her clitoris, savoring her hot inner sheath. He lapped at her like an ice cream cone before inserting his tongue inside her