Only One Mistake (Only One 6)

My lips go back to find hers, and she moans when I do this. Her back arches into me, my hands move from her stomach to her breasts, and I can’t help but roll her nipples between my fingers. She lets go of my lips so she can moan. Her head falls back, and her eyes close. “Jillian,” I say her name, and she opens her eyes halfway. “We should talk about this,” I say, not wanting to go any further until she knows I don’t want to just do this one more time.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “We should talk.” Her hands go to my hips. She bites her lip. “But can it be after you give me an orgasm?”

I smirk at her. She would never have admitted this to me before I left. “I can do that.” I put my hand around her waist and pick her up. “Where?” I look around for a second before her hands come to my face, and she kisses the shit out of me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and my cock just wants out. Our kisses become more frantic, so I let go of her lips to ask her one question. “Couch or bed?”

Chapter 32

Jillian

“Couch or bed?” He lets go of my lips long enough to ask me, and my head is swimming. I knew he was coming back today. But I was too shy to ask him to come over and see me right away, so I just left it in the universe.

The whole morning, I kept looking over at the clock and then at my phone and then back at the clock, wondering where he was. Wondering when I would see him, I finally gave up and took a long shower. I was slipping on my dress when he knocked on the door. My whole body went on alert when I saw him, and I was wet before he even said hello. The last five days of talking to him through the phone and admitting how I felt and listening to how he felt just made everything between us so much more real. “Baby.” He attacks my neck. “Cock or bed?” he asks, and he laughs at his own joke.

I laugh out. “Cock,” I confirm, pointing at the bed. “Definitely cock.” I can’t think when his lips are on me.

He walks toward the bed and places me down on the edge of the bed, my legs opening for him. “God,” he says when he sees my nipples are trying to rip through the dress. He leans in, taking one in his mouth, wetting my top. My head flies back as he goes from one nipple to the next. I put one hand in the back of me to hold me up as I look down at him. His hands roam up my bare legs, pushing the dress higher. I lift my hips and take charge, pulling the dress up and tossing it to the side.

“You were naked,” he says, his eyes going a deep blue. His hands come up to cup my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers. My eyes close, and my whole body wakes up and wants him to touch me. “This whole time.”

He leans in and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. My eyes open to watch him go from one nipple to the next. “Michael.” I say his name more as a plea than anything else. “I need…”

“What?” He looks up at me while biting down on the nipple in his mouth, and my hips fly off the bed. I’ve never in my life been this needy, like ever. “What do you want?”

“I need you to touch me,” I plead breathlessly in a whisper as he kisses down my chest, stopping at my stomach. I sit up. “I know I look different,” I say, swallowing the lump that is going to come up and ignoring the burning that is flowing up my neck.

He shakes his head as he kisses my stomach. “You look even better than you did that first time.” He leans up to kiss my lips. “And you blew me away that first time. This,” he says, bending his head again. “Is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life.”

I want to tease him, but he kisses my hip. “Lie back, baby,” he tells me, and I lie back, looking at him. “I’ve dreamt about this moment,” he says right before he licks my slit. “For a month.” I want to watch him, but my eyes close as I just feel him. “You’re so wet for me.” I want to tell him all the things, but the only thing I can do is open my legs wider. His tongue licks up again, this time flicking my clit, then sucking it in.