That’s a dangerous feeling. Like cradling a flame. But I’ve never been a person that was afraid of a little danger or of commitment. But it’s so fast, and Julia is still trying to find her feet. I don’t want to terrify her with the idea of something long-term so soon. But if she thinks I’m letting her go, or that I’m put off by the fact that her mom doesn’t like me or that she’s unsure of what she wants to do, she’s wrong.
“I don’t know how you do that,” she murmurs.
“Do what?”
She pulls back and looks at me, eyes shining in the dim light. “Manage to arouse me so much when you’re barely touching me. So much that I just came in my pants.”
“That was your idea,” I say, smirking. Then I drag my hands across her ass. “And I am touching you.”
“You know what I mean, Edward.”
“I do,” I say. “And I’m glad. I like seeing you come.”
Julia kisses me lightly. “You didn’t though.”
“I don’t always have to.”
“Wouldn’t want to be accused of giving you blue balls.”
My laugh fills the car. “I can take care of myself, don’t you worry about that.”
She bites her lip. “Will you think about me?”
“If you think there’s a chance that I wouldn’t, you’d be mistaken.”
“I’ll be thinking about you, knowing that.”
I’m not sure which one of us kisses the other first, but it feels like we’re consuming each other. It’s hot and hard and I don’t even care that there’s going to be an impression of a zipper on my dick.
“I don’t want to take you home,” I say. “But I probably should.”
“Maybe,” she says. “You have to be up early enough to wave goodbye to me in the morning.”
Chuckling, I kiss her gently. “That’s true.”
We hold hands as we drive back to our houses, and I love how comfortable it feels. We share the silence perfectly, neither of us really needing to say anything. When we reach our houses, I open the car door for her and pull her into my arms for a moment, kissing her one last time before she hops the fence and scales the lattice far more gracefully than she descended it. I’m looking forward to the point when we don’t have to hide our relationship like this.
Relationship. Yeah. That’s what it’s going to be. I don’t care that it’s only days old. I’m in.
Julia waves when she climbs through the window, and I wave back before heading inside. I barely make it to my bathroom before I have my cock out of my pants and am turning on the water while I’m stroking myself. It’s entirely possible that this is the hardest that I’ve ever been in my life, and the relief when I release myself from confinement is so great that I almost come right there. But as I grab a little soap and work my hands up and down, visions of this morning fill my head. Julia, with her hair spread on the pillow beneath her, pinned by my hands, mouth filled with my cock. And earlier, the feel of her grinding down onto me and the sound of her breath as she came quiet and hard. God, her panties are probably ruined.
I remember the feeling of sinking into her delicious heat, and that’s all that I can take. I come, exploding into the falling water. It’s an amazing orgasm. Not nearly as good as the ones as I’ve had inside Julia, but a welcome release.
Resting against the shower wall, I catch my breath and rest under the warmth of the water for a moment. I’ve only been away from her for ten minutes and I already can’t wait to see her again. I’m definitely taking her dancing as soon as possible. I can’t wait.
After drying off, I pull on some soft pants and a t-shirt before getting ready for bed. I wasn’t lying earlier; I do have to be up in the morning. That’s what happens when you go out on a weekday.
There’s a knock at my front door just as I’m about to turn out my light, and my heart leaps inside my chest. If Julia decided to sneak out again and come over to spend the night, I certainly won’t complain. I have no doubt my dick could accommodate her.
But when I open the door, it’s not Julia. It’s my older brother, Kevin, with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Hey bro. Happy to see me?”
Fuck.
12
Julia
Just like he promised, Edward waved to me on his way to work this morning. I set my alarm just so I could look out the window and wave. I know he’s not going to turn around and fuck me today, but God I wish that he would. And after he’s gone I turn over and go back to sleep. Mom still thinks that I’m sick, and after last night, I’m still tired.