After wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes, I wave toward the bug. “I think you were doing rather well on your very own search-and-destroy mission, sweetheart.”
Distress begins lacing her voice again. “Travis, would you please quit your cackling and get him! It’s not funny!” she whines the last word in a plea.
“Oh, shit, Jules. I can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed this hard.” Deep chuckles surface while I shake my head at her. “I think you’re going to need a shit ton of hairspray, especially living out here in the woods.”
“Well, I’m glad you find me so entertaining.” She stomps her foot like a five-year-old, whining again, “Travis …get the bug!” She then pouts, poking her lower lip out.
“All right, baby.” Finally, I concede when I’m able to contain my chortling. I clamber from the floor to my feet and walk into the kitchen, setting my gun down on the kitchen counter. A jovial grin lines my lips as I shake my head at her antics. I’m ready to taunt her some more, but then I hear a sharp intake of breath and wonder what’s wrong. Raising an eyebrow, I cock my head to the side and look over my shoulder at her. I study the look on her face and wonder why she has suddenly turned serious. She’s quiet, all of her dancing atop the furniture has stopped, and the palm of her hand covers her mouth. I quickly scan the room again and see nothing.
Then I notice her eyes as they blatantly roam over my body from head to toe, reminding me instantly I’m only wearing my boxer briefs. My smile dies on my lips as I return her devouring gaze and become aware of what Jules is wearing herself. She still has on those ‘Pink’ panties, and the thin tank top with no bra. My own breath catches in my throat as I feel all the blood in my body run south.
I swallow hard at the thought of having her, and then clench my jaw, remembering a small technicality. Unfortunately, in her eyes, we’ve only known each other for three days. Should I risk moving too fast and scaring her off? I don’t want to ruin any chances I might have in building a future with her, but I’ve wanted her from the first moment I laid eyes on her.
Clenching my fists, I grow frustrated, not sure where my boundaries lay. God help me, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her sexy body and feminine curves. As her petite form stands on display, her blonde hair is in total disarray from sleep, but it’s beautiful as it shimmers against the morning light. She’s at the perfect height to nuzzle my head into her full, perky breasts and take one of those nipples into my mouth. Aw, man…her nipples…they’re poking out of her shirt, making a statement through her thin top, begging for my touch. My heart beats at a different tempo now, while my mouth waters at the thought of tasting them.
As I stand here gazing upon her breasts, I notice her chest rising and falling rapidly in a rhythm of excitement. Yes, her breathing has definitely changed from panic to desire. Her magnetic pull has me sauntering over to her slowly as I take in the curve of her hips and her lithe legs. My heart pounds harder in my chest with each step I take. As I stop directly in front of her, I look up, locking my eyes with hers. I see the longing of her desire as she silently begs me to make the first move.
Tentatively, I reach out with both hands to touch the back of her thighs while holding her heated gaze. Slowly, I slide my hands up and down her legs, caressing them lightly, and I hear her breath hitch. Her eyes speak of pure lust. “Is this okay? Can I touch you like this?” I ask, my voice coming out huskily.
Watching her lick her bottom lip, leaving it wet and glossy makes my dick pulsate with need. She nods her head, and I wonder what it would be like to slide into the heat of her pussy. Moving both my hands around to the front of her tank, I hesitate at the hem of her shirt. My eyes beseech hers, begging her not to stop me.
“Is this ok, too?” My voice is thick with hunger.
When my fingers graze along her bare stomach, she gasps, and I swear I can hear her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispers. I can feel the air in the room growing thicker from the passion building between us.
Slowly, I peel the tank top up her body, and pause when her breasts spring free from the material. My heart explodes, racing faster, not knowing how far she will let me go. “You’re so damn sexy,” I whisper. I’m surprised when she takes over, removing her top the rest of the way over her head, then she tosses it over the sofa onto the floor.