I looked down at her through my dripping hair wondering why she stopped me. She had a wicked smile on her lips. She pushed away from me just enough to come before me on her knees.
Julie took the length of my shaft in her mouth in one fluid motion. I signed her name. Her mouth was so warm and wet.
She teased the tip of my shaft with her tongue licking up the small bead of cum already dripping out. I dug my hands into her wet locks urging her to take all of me again.
She did so, wrapping her hands around my ass and digging her nails deep into my flesh. I rocked hard against her mouth as she opened her throat and took me all the way to the hilt.
Each time she would scrape her teeth along my shaft and then plunge it deep into her mouth again.
“Fuck, Jules!” I moaned. “Baby I’m going to cum,” I told her.
I pushed away from her wanting to cum inside her hot folds instead. Her grip tighter on my ass however and she took my shaft deep into her throat. I reached forward and steadied myself against the tile wall as I pulsed my warm juice into her mouth.
Julie waited till I was done and then swallowed it down. Looking down at her hungry eyes made me want to lock her in my room and fuck her till she begged me to stop.
She stood up, and I tilted her head to take her mouth with mine. I could still taste my salty flavor on her tongue. It made me want her even more.
“I should probably go,” she said reaching behind me and turning the water off.
She gave me a wicked grin and gave a soft tug on my beard.
“I think I’ve decided that I do like this,” she said before turning to slip out of the shower.
Twenty minutes later she was dressed in my old Navy sweatpants and PT shirt. She leaned over my car to give me a final kiss before slipping out and up to her own apartment.
I tilted her chin to stop her before our lips met. She looked at me surprised.
“Can I come by tonight?” I asked.
She smiled and gave me a quick peck and ducking out of the car.
She leaned over the open door, “You should probably pack a bag then.”
With that, she shut the door, and I enjoyed the view of her walking away in my clothes.
13
I did my best to tiptoe up the stairs as gingerly as possible. I carried my heels in one hand and my gold dress in the other.
I did my best to slowly unlock the door hoping it wouldn’t wake anyone up. Tiptoeing, I turned and shut the door.
“Well good morning sunshine,” Savannah’s voice called from the kitchen.
I huffed in defeat. All that attempt at being stealthy and I was still caught red-handed in my walk of shame.
“Coffee?” she asked holding a mug out my way. “I just made it.”
“Yes please,” I said setting my skirt and shoes on the floor.
We both came to sat at the small table and sipped our own cups for a few minutes.
“Everything good with Em last night?” I finally asked hoping to avoid the third degree.
“She was an angel like always. She went to bed kind of early though. Still had that cough.”
“I probably should go check on her,” I said starting to get up.
“Wo, wo wo, wait a minute. You're not going anywhere until you tell me every detail from last night.”