Her Big Neighbor

She stands under the ladder and looks. “I swear if it wasn’t still wet I would never know that there was ever a leak.”

“That’s the idea.”

I place the scraper on my bucket of plaster and step down, but I didn’t place it well enough, and as I step off the ladder, if falls, catching on Julia’s shirt and leaving a streak of plaster down her chest. She jumps back in shock.

“Shit,” I say. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s just a t-shirt.”

“You should probably take that off though, that stuff is really toxic.” I say, completely kidding.

“What?” she yells, peeling the shirt over her head and tossing it away from her. She’s wearing a black bra that’s stark against her skin, and I can’t tear my eyes away now. “Julia…” I say. “I was kidding…”

Her eyes go wide.

“But I’m certainly not angry at the view.”

She looks down at her shirt crumpled on the floor and starts to laugh. And in that moment, I know that I can’t keep my hands off her for another second. My hand snags around her waist and I pull her against me and cover her mouth with mine. She’s all softness and sweetness and heat roars through my veins as our skin connects.

Julia doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her arms around my neck and opening for me, kissing me back with a passion that I almost can’t keep up with. We slam into the wall again together, and this time we’re pressed against each other. My hips line up with hers and my cock is so hard that it’s aching. “God, Julia,” I say. “I don’t want to stop.”

“Don’t you dare,” she says, pulling me tighter. “Don’t you dare.”

Who am I to argue with that? I let my hands skim down her ribs, marveling at the silkiness of her skin and I sink to my knees in front of her. I want to taste her skin, and so I do, drawing a line with my lips down between her breasts and across her stomach.

“What are you doing?” she asks, breathless. It’s not quite a moan, but we’re getting there.

I look up at her. “Everything.”

7

Julia

Edward’s hands on my skin are like fire. His lips draw a line down my core, and the arousal is drowning me. I can’t even breathe. “What are you doing?” I want to know. I don’t want him to stop.

“Everything,” he says, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jeans.

We shouldn’t do this. Not here. Not when I have no idea when my mother will be home. But the other part of me doesn’t care. This is everything that I’ve wanted, and now that I have it, I’m going to take the chance.

Edward’s clever fingers undo the buttons on my jeans and peel them down my hips. Fuck, even just the brush of his skin on mine has me shivering. I’m soaking through my panties and he’s going to know. He doesn’t stop pulling the fabric until my jeans are completely off, and I’m just in my underwear in front of him.

I have a flash of self-consciousness, and that evaporates almost instantly because I can’t think about anything but the feeling of his hands on me. They stroke down my legs and between my knees and guide my legs apart. Holy fuck. Edward covers my clit with his mouth, licking through my panties with delicious friction. “Ohhh.”

He slips a finger under the fabric and strokes through my wetness, and groans. “You’re so wet,” he says in between caressing me with his tongue. “All for me.”

Peeling my panties down my hips, I help him by kicking them away. The second his mouth falls on me, I have to brace myself against the wall. He seals his mouth over my clit, sucking deep, and I hear my own voice echo off the walls of the foyer. It’s so good that I can’t focus, can’t breathe. He’s not giving me a chance to.

There’s no warm-up or easing in. It’s simply an onslaught of pleasure that I can’t escape and I’m going to come way too fast. Fuck, when I woke up this morning I didn’t imagine this. Maybe I should have, but the possibility of Edward’s tongue between my thighs just inside my front door didn’t occur to me.

Edward slips down to my entrance, licking deep and exploring my pussy with his tongue. “You taste amazing,” he says, the vibrations of his voice rolling through me, and the idea that he likes the way I taste just makes me wetter, which he feels. And he laughs as he drinks me in, fucking me with his tongue. “Better than I even imagined.”

Oh God. “You imagined this?”

He pulls back to look up at me, and those blue eyes are absurdly intense. “Of course I did. I’ve wanted to know how you tasted for years. And now that I know, I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.”