What the Heart Knows

“Why not?”

“Because I was raised in a Catholic home… I don’t know. I guess because I’ve never seen anything to make me believe otherwise.” She noticed he refused to look at her when he spoke, and for some reason that sparked her anger.

“That’s why you need to come with me to complete number fifty on my list.” Her words were more forceful than she meant them to be, and she attempted to temper them with a smile.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. A purr sounded in the back of her throat as she slipped her tongue inside and sampled his unique flavor. It was like she couldn’t get enough of him. Juni buried her fingers into his thick hair and scraped her nails along his scalp. She nibbled his bottom lip, pausing to grin when he shivered. A surge of pride filled her as the heady feeling of power made her bold. A quick role placed her on top of his body, and she straddled his hips.

“I think I like this role reversal,” she said. She bent down to nip at his lips before she moved down his neck.

“Juniper?”

“Shh, I want to try something new.”

She lifted up his shirt and took a hardened nipple into her mouth. His back arched as she bit down and then pulled away to soothe the sting with her tongue. She pulled back a few moments later to slide down his legs and unbuckle his pants. A confidence she’d never experienced before took over as she unfastened his belt, and pulled down the zipper of his jeans with deft fingers. Propped up against the couch he watched her with wide green eyes covered by half lowered lids.

“You like this, don’t you?” she asked.

It should have shocked her that he would relinquish control so easily. But as with most things where Oliver was involved, the information seemed almost second nature.

“Yes.” The husky tone his voice had taken on made her swallow back a moan.

He was so damn sexy when he was like this. She peeled back his jeans and freed his hardened cock from black boxer briefs. The milky white bead of cum beckoned her like a magnet. A swirl of her tongue around his swollen, mushroom-shaped head produced more of the ambrosia. The salty flavor exploded onto her taste buds as she lapped at the offering.

“God, Juni.”

She sucked him in her mouth, relaxed her throat, and took him deep.

“Shit!”

She hollowed her cheeks, gripped him firmly at his base and found a rhythm that made him thrust into her mouth.

“I’m gonna come, babe!”

The words accompanied by the trembling of his body pushed her to stroke faster and a few moments later she swallowed down his seed. She licked him clean, tucked him back into his boxer briefs, refastened his jeans and leaned back on her heels.

“N-not that I’m complaining, but where did that come from?” Oliver asked.

“I have no idea,” she said. Juniper shook her head to clear the cobwebs that had settled in.

It was almost as if she’d been on autopilot. Oliver wasn’t her first sexual relationship, but he was her most intense one. Amazing how different things could be when you weren’t worried about your heart giving out. Never one to dwell on the negative for too long, she returned to her previous argument.

“After that, how can you say no to my tiny request, Oli?”

“What did you say?” The blood drained from his face as he moved into a sitting position.

“Umm, I said, how can you say no after that?”

“No, you called me Oli?”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

“Would you rather I didn’t?” she asked, unsure of what had set him off.

“No, it just caught me off guard. You’ve never called me that before.”

She remained silent, sensing there was more to his unease.