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He's not really sure what made him decide to try getting on another dating app, if he's being completely honest.
He's only matched with one person in the three months he's been on here. He will say, he's enjoyed his conversations with Julia more than anyone else he's talked to on any of these apps. He can tell she's interested in learning as much as she can about him, but she also doesn't press for anything too personal. He appreciates that.
He's not sure if she knows who he is. She hasn't brought it up, but he's not sure if she's oblivious or just being polite.
She's funny. She tells him stories that she's heard from clients at her hairdressing job. She's also sent a couple pictures of her dog, Goose. He actually snorted when she told him her dog's name.
B: "Goose? Really?"
J: "Goose is a GREAT name for a dog, thank you very much. I debated getting another one so I could name it Maverick, but Goose doesn't really care for other dogs. He loves people though, he'll demand pets from you if you ever meet him."
B: "Why Maverick?"
J: "Have you never seen Top Gun??"
He has actually seen Top Gun, he just finds it amusing how passionate she is about it, claiming it's one of the best movies of all time. She says the sequel may be the only movie that she likes more than the original. She's a massive movie buff - her words, not his.
She also likes baking. And playing music. And writing. She says she speaks fluent Italian and ASL as well. He's not sure how she has the time for all of that, but he finds it very impressive.
She's beautiful, too. A couple days ago, without really thinking about it, he opened up the app just to look through her pictures again.
There's this one picture of her, presumably somewhere in Europe, wearing a wide brimmed hat and floral sundress. It was clearly breezy when the picture was taken, because she has one hand holding the hat to her head, and her skirt is blown out to the side. Her smile in that picture is wider than in her other pictures, like she's laughing. Maybe the wind caught her off guard.
She has this big, toothy smile. Her hair is dark. It's not quite pin straight, but not quite wavy, either. She said once that she thinks her hair is too frizzy, and looks better styled than it does down. He thinks it suits her.
She just sent him a selfie not too long ago, wearing red lipstick and a red dress with a deep-v neckline.
J: "Here's what I'm wearing tonight, so you can find me!"
He forces himself to look at her face when he catches himself staring too long at her cleavage. He lets out an exhale, running a hand over his face. He hasn't even seen her in person yet, he's going to have to rein himself in before he actually meets her. He knows he has a tendency to stare, he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.
After he's dressed in a button up and some nice pants, he checks his hair in the mirror one more time. It's grown out a bit, with pieces now hanging over his forehead. It looks more similar to how it used to, back during the war.
He checks his teeth as well, pats his pockets to make sure he has his wallet and his keys, then exits his apartment.
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Julia is a bit nervous. She's had a hard time gauging James' interest in her.
He's asked her a lot of questions about herself, and he responded quickly when she asked if he'd be interested in meeting tonight. His messages sometimes come across a bit blunt. If she were a more anxious person, she might wonder if he was asking some of his questions in a judgemental way. She decides to chalk it up to the fact that they've only messaged online - tones don't always come across well in texts. She'll wait until she's actually spoken with him before deciding if he actually seems interested in her.
Truthfully, she can't say she'd be particularly surprised if he wasn't interested in her beyond a one night stand or chatting with someone when he's bored. The guy is practically an Avenger, after all. Surely he has more he can do with his time than chat with her about her dog or her hairdressing job. She does consider herself a fun person, but she also knows she's not particularly impressive compared to someone like that.
She's waiting for him in the restaurant right now. She showed up a bit early, so she wasn't surprised that he wasn't here yet when she arrived. She's texting one of her friends about her date when he does finally show up.
"Julia?"
She looks up when she hears his voice - she hadn't noticed him approaching. He's hearing a navy button up, with the top couple buttons undone. She hopes he doesn't notice that her eyes linger on the exposed section of his chest for half a second too long.
He's also holding a bouquet of flowers out to her.
She gives him a smile. "Are those for me? That's so sweet, I've never gotten flowers on a date before."
"I was trying to decide if I should get them," he says as he pulls out his chair and sits. "The last time I tried going on a date, she didn't seem especially interested in them. Said it was old-fashioned." One of his hands goes up to scratch the back of his neck, in what she assumes is a nervous habit.
"Well, even if it is, I think it's sweet. I love flowers, I think they're beautiful. All of them, not just these ones. So I appreciate it, thank you."
She enjoys the sweet smile he gives her in response. Not that he doesn't look nice in the pictures she's seen of him, but she likes seeing this endearing, slightly nervous smile in person. It eases her own nerves, seeing that he's nervous too.
"Did the rest of that date go well, at least?"
"Ah..." He grimaces. "At first. Then I ran out in the middle of a game of Battleship. I don't think I can ever go back to that bar again, since she works there." He looks down at the table.
She wants to ask more about that, but the embarrassed look on his face makes her hesitate. She leans forward onto her elbows.
"I don't know if it makes you feel any better, but I once threw up on a guy's shoes during a date. I hadn't been drinking or anything, it was pure nerves."
His gaze moves back to her, and he huffs out a laugh.
"What happened?"
"He really wanted to take me fishing, wouldn't stop going on about how passionate he is about it. His profile even had one of those stereotypical pictures of him holding a giant fish that he caught. Anyway, he caught a fish, and something about the sight of the hook going through the fish just triggered my gag reflex, and I barfed all over his feet, I couldn't even turn to try to barf in the water instead. He was pissed. He at least drove me home, thankfully, I would've been stuck at this random lake otherwise. This was a first date, by the way. So I hope you haven't had any ideas about taking me fishing, cause that's gonna be a hard no."
He lets out a laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that she finds endearing.
"Who picks that for a first date?"
"I don't know. In hindsight, I definitely should not have gone. Asking me into the woods on a first date should have been a glaring red flag. I was 19, though, so I'll just blame it on just being a dumb teenager."
Her story helps break the ice, and they're able to chat more amicably after that.
"Are you sure you want to hear my opinions about those movies?" She asks before tearing off another bite of her bread stick. "I'm very passionate about Star Wars, we could be here for a while."
He gestures at her, telling her to go on.
He's mostly finished his food by the time she finishes rambling about why the newest Star Wars movies just don't work as well as the original six. She's barely halfway through her ravioli once she stops to take a breath.
"Tell me something about yourself so I can finish my food," she tells him. "Any movie franchises you're particularly passionate about?"
He chuckle. "I'm afraid I'm not very caught up on my movie education."
"Good thing you get to talk to an expert, then," she replies, throwing him a teasing wink.
"Lucky me," he says, holding her gaze as he takes a sip of his water. Something about the low tone of his voice makes her stomach do flips. She's glad she can stick another bite of ravioli in her mouth to try and hide the fact that she's flustered.
"Excuse me?" A new voice interrupts them.
She stops mid-chew to look up at their waitress.
"The table over there has offered to pay for your meal, Mr. Barnes." She points to a table partway across the room before walking away.
Julia turns around to see where she pointed, spotting a table with two young women who are looking in their direction. She feels a pang of jealousy, seeing the flirty looks on their faces.
"That's some audacity," she mutters, voice more harsh than she intended. She takes another large bite off of her breadstick.
"I'm sorry," he says. "That..." He trails off, sighing and pressing his fingers into his eyes. He looks a bit mortified. Any annoyance she felt disappears when she looks at him.
A loud cheer and a whistle come from a different table across the way, followed by a few 'happy birthdays'. She notices him visibly wince at the volume of the noise. Thirty seconds ago, he looked relaxed, flirty. Now he looks like he's trying not to leap out of his chair and leave.
"Hey," she says, leaning across the table. "James."
He shifts his gaze to her.
"There's an ice cream place down the block from here. Want to go get some dessert? Go somewhere quieter?"
The discomfort in his face softens somewhat, and he nods. "Yeah, that sounds good."
She reaches into her purse, pulling out her wallet and taking out a wad of cash to leave on the table. If that other table has already paid the meal, then their waitress can just have a really good tip.
"No, no, I should be paying," he says.
She grabs her flowers and walks up next to him, hooking her arm through his and pulling him towards the door. "I'll let you buy my ice cream, if you really want to. If anyone here is going to pay for your meal, Mr. Barnes, it's gonna be me."
She wasn't intending to sound so possessive when she said that. She doesn't look up at him, nervous about seeing the look that might be on his face. She only dares to look up at him again once they're outside. He's looking at her, expression unreadable.
"Are you good?" She asks.
"Yeah. I'm sorry about that, in there."
"That's okay. Does that happen a lot? People doing or saying something like that?"
"Not all the time. Occasionally. I'm sorry. If it made you uncomfortable."
"It didn't. Either way, it's not your fault."
"I couldn't decide for a while if you were just being polite and not bringing it up, or if you actually didn't recognize who I was. I assume it's the first?"
"I just figured you must get a lot of questions about all that. That if you wanted to talk about any of that, you'd bring it up yourself."
He gives her an appreciative smile, and reaches his free hand over to cover the hand of hers that's hooked on his arm. "You're pretty swell, you know that?"
She bites her bottom lip to try and stop the smile that wants to form. He was clearly watching her tried and failed attempt, because he lets out an amused chuckle. He leans in a few inches closer to her ear.
"You're going to ruin that pretty lipstick of yours, if you keep that up."
That sends a spark of desire through her. She'd prefer if it were him ruining her lipstick.
"You think it's pretty?" She asks, wanting to see how he responds.
He gives her a crooked smile, eyes briefly flicking down to her lips.
"Yeah, think the rest of you is pretty too. You look good, I don't think I've told you that yet."
She gives up on trying to hide her smiles. It's clearly pointless.
"Back at you, you dress up nice. Blue suits you."
They arrive at the ice cream shop before she has a chance to see his reaction. They chat some more as they eat their ice cream - confetti cake for her and chocolate for him - but there's a different energy buzzing around them than when they were at the restaurant. An electricity, just waiting to send sparks through them.
"Can I walk you home?" He asks after they've both finished. She nods in confirmation, taking his hand in hers. She was expecting the metal to feel cooler than the rest of him, only to be surprised when she's met with warmth. She runs her thumb along the edge of one of the metal plates.
For once, she wishes the walk to her apartment was longer than a few minutes. She feels a twinge of disappointment when they approach her building.
"I had fun tonight," she tells him after they stop in front of the steps.
"Me too. We'll have to do this again so you can rank your favorite James Bonds, or something."
She lets out a laugh. "I know you're joking, but I do have opinions about that as well."
He gives her another one of those crooked, boyish smiles that she's decided she likes. Her eyes linger on his lips. They look soft.
"Can I kiss you?" She asks.
His eyes flick down to her lips. Rather than answer, he leans in and presses his lips to hers. One of his arms wraps around her waist, and the other slides up her back, allowing him to hold the back of her neck. Her own free hand winds around his neck.
She was right about there being electricity buzzing around them. The second their lips touch, a wave of heat flashes through her. She leans in unconsciously, trying to move even closer into him. He must feel the same, because his hands press harder against her.
She keeps pressing more kisses to his lips, one after another, after another. She slides her hand up into his hair, scratching her nails against his scalp. He lets out a groan into her mouth that sends another wave of desire through her. She wants to hear that sound again.
She breaks the kiss, just for a moment. "Do you want to come in?" She asks breathlessly.
"That's not why I asked to walk you home, you know."
"I know it isn't. Do you want to?"
His eyes move down, staring at her lips for a few moments before meeting her gaze again. She knows that only a few seconds pass, but she still feels like the anticipation is going to kill her.
"Yes," he groans.
They can't get upstairs fast enough. She nearly drops her keys, trying to get the door open as quickly as possible. As soon as they're inside, James kicks the door shut, and her purse and flowers are dropped to the floor as he pushes her against the wall to kiss her again. His hands grasp tightly at her hips as he presses one hot kiss after another to her mouth. When he nips lightly at her bottom lip, she lets out a gasp, causing the kiss to break.
He moves his attention to the rest of her face instead, lips pressing to her cheek, and then her jawline, and then down the side of her neck. She lets out a sigh when he nips lightly at the base of her neck, then licking at the same spot with his tongue.
"Do you know what that dress has been doing to me?" He breathes into her neck. His hands slide up her sides, until his thumbs are resting just below her breasts. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Thinking about this..."
He runs a thumb down the neckline of her dress, oh so slowly. It grazes across the exposed side of her breast to the bottom of the v-neck, and then up the space between both of them. The touch sends a shiver down her spine.
She needs more. The slow movements aren't enough, too teasing. She grabs his hand, moving it to place it fully against her breast, making one of his fingers brush across her nipple.
"Tell me what you thought about," she says.
He gives her a smirk that sends a shiver of anticipation through her.
"More than I probably should be thinking about, so soon after meeting you."
She runs her hand through his hair. "Tell me."
He leans into her neck again, inhaling deeply. Then he moves his head down, nose grazing her shoulder, and then her collarbone. His breath is hot against her sternum.
"Thought about kissing you right here," he says, lips brushing the spot between her breasts. "Sliding these off." He moves his hand up and off her breast, one finger sliding underneath the strap of her dress teasingly. "I bet you taste as good as you look. Will you let me taste you, sweetheart?"
His words send a gush of arousal through her. She can feel the deep baritone of his voice all the way down to her toes.
"Only if I get to taste you too."
He lets out a growl, then licks a long, hot stripe up the center of her chest to the base of her neck. She shivers, mouth falling open. Her hands both move to grip his hair on either side of his head, pulling him back to her lips. She immediately licks into his mouth, letting out a moan when their tongues touch.
Her hands go down to his shirt, trying to undo the buttons as quickly as she can manage. Once it falls open, she shoves it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He breaks the kiss once his shirt is gone.
"Hang on to me, honey," he tells her, barely giving her enough time to process his words before he's gripping the back of her thighs and heaving her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walking them into her apartment.
"First door on the left," she says.
She takes advantage of the fact that her head is right by his exposed neck, leaning in to run her tongue over the column of his neck, then biting down lightly. The moan he lets out sends a gush of wetness out of her - she's sure her underwear is no longer hiding just how aroused she is.
"Do it again," he groans into her shoulder.
She complies, biting into the same spot again, harder than the first time. He lets out another moan, his hands gripping her thighs even tighter, to the point she thinks there might be finger shaped bruises there in the morning.
He drops her on the bed, and she hears the 'thunk' of him quickly kicking his shoes off before he's climbing over her and planting a lingering kiss against her lips.
"Can I take this off?" He asks when he pulls away.
When she nods in confirmation, his hands push the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and pulls them down until her breasts are exposed. His mouth immediately moves down to latch onto one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth. Her hands fly back to his hair, holding him in place.
"Tell me what else you like," she asks.
He pulls away from her nipple with a 'pop'. "Just... your hands on me. Grab my hair. Scratch me. I don't think you could do anything I won't like. What about you?"
"The same. Just don't leave marks anywhere I can't cover up."
He nods against her, then goes back to the task of removing her dress. He finds the zipper on the side and pulls it down, then pulls the dress down her legs and off her feet. She's left in only her underwear and her heels.
She wraps her legs back around him, nudging her heels into his ass. They both let out a moan when their hips make contact.
"You know what I've been thinking about?" She asks.
"Tell me."
"When you told me I was going to ruin my lipstick, I couldn't stop thinking about all the places I could leave it. On your mouth. On your neck. On your chest." She leans in towards his ear. "I bet it would look prettiest around your cock. Do you want to find out?"
The sound he lets out into her neck isn't even a groan, it's a whine. A plea. It sounds desperate, and it sends arousal coursing through her entire body. Her hips jerk up towards his involuntarily, and one of his hands flies to her waist, gripping tightly.
He catches her off guard when he suddenly leans in and sucks hard on a spot at the base of her neck, pulling another gasp from her throat. He soothes the spot with his tongue, then leans back.
"You first," he growls.
He slides a hand up her leg, grabs the hem of her underwear, and pulls them down, only leaving the cradle of her legs long enough to remove them entirely. He slides down her body, leaving light kisses down her chest and stomach, then skipping past her core to leave kisses on her inner thighs instead.
"You smell so good, sweetheart. Is all that for me?"
He runs the tip of one finger over her opening, gathering up the wetness and making her clench.
"Need you. Need you, James, please."
He groans into her thigh, then leaves another lingering kiss.
"You sound so pretty when you're begging for me. Bet you'll sound even prettier when I make you come."
With no warning, he slides two fingers inside her, meeting no resistance. She lets out a needy whine, her hands grasping at the sheets. Just as quickly, he pulls them out, and she lets out a frustrated groan. He puts the soaked fingers in his mouth, licking off the wetness and letting out his own pleased groan. When he meets her gaze, his eyes are blown out with arousal.
"Knew you'd taste good, doll. 'Fraid I'm gonna need more, hope you don't mind if I take another taste. You're so beautiful, fuck."
His words make her stomach flip in anticipation. When he leans in and leaves another teasing kiss on her leg, she grabs him by the hair with both hands, pulling him into the apex of her thighs.
"Stop teasing. Need you. Make me come, please," she pants between breaths.
He groans at the command. When their eyes meet, he looks completely and utterly aroused, like he's high on the most pleasurable drug imaginable. He complies immediately, licking a long stripe from her core to her clit. She lets out a moan, loosening the grip on his hair to instead hold his head more gently.
He absolutely devours her. He dips his tongue inside her to gather as much of her arousal as possible, then moves up to lick against her clit, before sucking it into his mouth. He keeps cycling between each of those, trying to consume as much as he can while also working her up to an orgasm. After an almost embarrassingly short period of time, she feels that familiar tension start to build up in the pit of her stomach. She can already tell this is going to feel so much more intense than any of the times she's gotten herself off in the recent past.
"Don't stop, please, don't stop," she begs him.
Suddenly, he puts his two fingers back inside her, and sucks hard at her clit again. In no time at all, she's falling apart, gripping his hair again as her orgasm washes over her. He doesn't slow his ministrations, working her through it, only slowing down when she starts to tug at his hair.
She clenches when he pulls his fingers from her, and lets out a small whine when he puts them back in his mouth. Once he's cleaned his hand to his satisfaction, he licks one more slow stripe up her core, making her hips twitch.
He crawls back over her, connecting his mouth with hers, and she tastes herself on his tongue. This kiss is slower than their previous ones - sweeter. He pulls back, leaning his forehead against hers.
"You good?" He asks. The sweetness of the question tugs at her heart strings.
"Uh-huh," she breathes out. "Just need a minute."
He gives her a smile, pressing his lips to hers for another quick kiss before flopping next to her on the bed. He wraps an arm around her waist, pulls her against him, and presses a kiss to her shoulder.
The sudden shift from franticness and passion to tenderness throws her through a bit of a loop. Not in a bad way, but she wasn't expecting there to be any break between her orgasm and him wanting to fuck her. It feels nice to just lay there and feel his warmth for a moment.
His hands roam up and down her body, just memorizing the feel of her skin. Running up her leg, up her side, across her front, grazing her breast, grazing her neck. Just that alone has her worked up again in a matter of minutes.
She brings up one of her legs to wrap it around his - as much as she can while her back is against him, that is. She nudges her hips backwards into his, allowing her to feel just how hard he is. He leans his face fully into her shoulder, letting out a sharp breath.
"You want more already?" He asks, voice low and teasing.
"You don't?" She counters. "Sure feels like you do."
He huffs out a laugh into her skin, then tightens his grip around her waist, swinging her up and around until they're sitting up, her between his legs and leaning back against his chest. He places his hands on her hips, then slides them up her sides, and around to the front. She lets out a soft sigh when he starts fondling at her breasts.
"Fuckin' gorgeous. Just want to give you the kind of treatment you deserve first, sweetheart. Want to make you feel good, want to make an absolute mess out of you. Want to make sure you're only able to think about me, about how good I can make you feel." He slides his hands down her body to her thighs, pulling them apart and hooking her legs over his knees. "You look so pretty when you're coming, sound so pretty. Can I hear some of those pretty moans again? I promise I'll make you feel good."
One of his hands tightens its grip on her thigh, just above her knee, holding it in place. The other moves to her core, and he uses two fingers to dip back into her wetness again - almost, but not quite, dipping inside her. She lets out a small whine, still sensitive from the orgasm he gave her a few minutes beforehand.
"I want my turn too," she breathes out. "I give as good as I get, sweetie, wanna hear some pretty sounds from you too."
He groans in her ear, making her clench around nothing. "I'll give you whatever you want, honey. You can have whatever you want. Fuck, you're gorgeous. You're so soft. Perfect, you're perfect, Jules."
His lust-driven rambling sends another flood of desire through her. Her hands move down to try and feel his thighs, but his pants get in the way of her touching his skin like she really wants to.
Before she can say anything about it, his fingers press against her clit and start to slowly circle it, making her let out a gasp. It's almost no time at all before she feels the same tension building up in her stomach again.
"Fuck, James," she groans.
When he moves his other hand up to pinch one of her nipples, that's what pushes her over. She grabs at his legs, hips thrusting against his hand as he works her through her second orgasm. Her legs unconsciously try to close, but his own legs holding hers open prevent it.
After the first few tremors have passed, he slows the movement of his fingers, then leans his head down to place some soft kisses against her neck. He pulls his hand away too soon for her liking, wiping it against the inside of her thigh, then wraps both of his arms tightly around her waist. He trails kisses down her neck, and her breath hitches when he starts moving them across her shoulder.
She twists her head to the side and moves her hand up into his hair, guiding him back to her lips. They share a few slow, languid kisses. One of his hands comes up to cup her jaw, tilting her head back further and allowing him to deepen the kisses.
Once she's sure her legs won't turn to jello the moment she moves, she breaks the kiss, sitting up and turning herself around so that she's on her knees between his legs. She reaches down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, then pushes him lightly on the chest so she can take them off. He plants his hands behind him on the bed so that he can lean back and lift his hips, letting her remove his pants. She snags his socks on the way as well, leaving him in only his boxers.
She places her hands on his pecs, ever so slightly digging her nails in, and lightly scratches her way down to his abdomen, only stopping when she reaches the top of his underwear. She bites into her bottom lip when he lets out a shuddering breath. As she's teasingly dipping a finger under the waistband, he reaches up to cup her jaw again, running a thumb across her lip.
"You're gonna ruin that pretty lipstick of yours," he tells her in a low and somewhat breathless voice, repeating his words from earlier in the evening.
She gives him a smile, sticking her tongue out to lick teasingly at his finger.
"That's the plan," she says, fully entering his boxers to wrap a hand around him. He lets out a strangled groan, brows pinching together.
She lets go of him just long enough to pull his boxers down and completely off, leaving him bare before her. She feels like she could drool, seeing how red and hard and wanting his cock is. Fuck, she wants him.
"All for me?" She asks, voice breathy and dazed.
"All for you, sweetheart," he breathes out in response, eyes locked on her hand when she wraps it back around him.
"You're so hot," she whispers as she gives him a couple slow strokes up and down. "I wanna hear you too, can't wait to watch you come. You said you'd give me whatever I want. Please?"
He falls back against the bed with groan, clutching the sheets of the bed tightly.
"Anything, Jules, anything you want. I'll give you whatever you want."
She leans down, close enough for her breath to hit his cock when she exhales. "Want to give you what you want too. Do you want to come in my mouth? Do you want to fuck my face?"
"Fuck. Yes."
She grabs one of his hands, moving it to the back of her head.
"I'll let you do whatever you want, whatever makes you feel good," she tells him before taking him fully in her mouth.
The breathy groan he lets out makes her toes curl with arousal. The slickness between her legs is very close to making a mess of her thighs.
He slides his fingers into her hair, but doesn't grab at her, just letting her move how she wants. She wraps a hand around the base of his cock, stroking the part that her mouth can't reach. Using both her mouth and her hand, she works him up, occasionally giving a teasing lick to the head when she learns that it makes his hips twitch. She gives the base of his cock another squeeze, and he grips her hair tightly, pulling her off of him. When she looks up at him, his eyes are glassy, dazed.
"You sure?" He asks, moving his hand so he can dip his thumb in her mouth, grazing her teeth and her tongue.
In lieu of words, she brings her free hand to her core, gathering as much of her arousal as she can, then brings the hand up to his lips. He immediately sucks her fingers into his mouth, letting out a groan at the taste.
"Does that taste like I'm sure?" She asks.
He licks as much of her off her hand as he can, then places a kiss at the base of her palm, nearly on her wrist.
"Move," he tells her, sliding them towards the end of the bed until he's sitting at the edge and she's on her knees on the floor, face level with his cock. He holds her head in both hands, giving her jaw a sweet caress before pulling her towards him. She immediately opens her mouth, allowing him to slide easily inside.
"Fucking gorgeous. You take me so well, honey."
His movements are slow and shallow at first, which she finds sweet. She can tell he's holding back, the muscles in his thighs tense under her hands. She gives him a couple taps on the leg, making him pull back and loosen his hold on her head, moving his hands to gently cup her face.
"You alright?" He asks. Her heart skips a beat at the tenderness of his tone, the gentleness of his hands. The soft look in his eyes makes her face flush. That sweet look shouldn't feel as intense as it does.
"Go harder. I can take it, I want you to feel good."
His eyes darken at her words. "You sure?"
She nods. "Give it to me, fuck my mouth. Can't leave my lipstick all over you if you keep going at that rate."
"Yeah, okay. Fuck," he stutters. It sends satisfaction through her, seeing how she can wind him up, make him come undone. She hasn't even made him come yet, it might make her come undone herself to see how she can make him fall over the edge with just her mouth.
With hands tightly gripping her hair he starts thrusting into her mouth in earnest. She can tell he's still restraining himself slightly, trying not to thrust too deeply into her mouth. Timing the pace of his movements, she waits until he's thrusting back into her mouth, then forces her head forward, taking in even more of him. He lets out a strangled moan when his tip grazes the back of her throat.
"Shit, sweetheart. Feel so good, so warm. You take me so well. I don't think I'm gonna last much longer. Do you want my cum? I'll give it all to you, honey."
Not able to verbalize a response, she hums around his cock, making his grip on her hair tighten. She feels tears prick at her eyes from a combination of his tight grip on her hair and his cock nearly hitting her throat. Despite that, she doesn't want him to stop. She wants to feel him come undone, wants him to come in her mouth. She wants to see the look on his face when she swallows it all. Wants to see the look on his face if she isn't able to, if some of his cum drips out of her lips, drips down her face.
"God, doll, I'm close."
He thrusts faster, and she lets him move her however he needs, until he finally lets out a lewd, strangled moan, ejaculating into her mouth. He strokes himself through his orgasm with his hand, but leaves his tip between her lips, allowing her to take all of his cum in her mouth. Once she's sure she's gathered all to be had, she pulls off his cock with a 'pop', making his breath stutter. Some of her lipstick did get left behind on him, and the sight sends a shiver of pleasure though her. He's breathing heavily, raising his clean hand to comb through his messy hair.
Still on the floor in front of him, she reaches a hand up, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to look down at her. She wants him to watch. She opens her mouth, showing him the pooled ejaculate on her tongue, then makes a show of swallowing it.
"Oh, fuck," he groans, brows furrowing.
With a strength that catches her off guard, he puts his hands under her arms and pulls her up, tossing her on the bed and climbing over her. His mouth clashes with hers with almost bruising force, giving her frantic, sloppy, uncoordinated kisses. When his cock brushes against her leg, she can feel that he's already mostly hard again. Fuck, that's hot. How many times in a row can he come if he's able to get hard again that quickly? She files that away in her mind, making a note to find that out on another day. For now, she just needs him inside her.
"Condom," she blurts out between kisses. He breaks the kiss, nodding.
"Where?" He asks.
She points to the drawer of her nightstand. He stands from the bed, walking over to open the drawer. While he's standing, she pushes the ankle straps of her heels down, kicking them off the bed to the floor.
"What are all these?" He asks, voice low.
"I have to get off somehow, don't I? Don't always have someone as pretty as you around to help me out."
He pulls a condom from the drawer and slams it shut, crawling back over her. "I'll remember those for another day," he says before reconnecting their lips for a brief kiss. He tears the wrapper off of the condom, sliding it down himself.
"How do you want me?" He asks.
God, that's hot. She doesn't think she's ever had a guy ask her that before. They usually just position her however they want, unless she manhandles them into letting her arrange them in a way that she wants. She feels herself clenching already, and he's not even inside of her yet. She's almost vibrating with anticipation.
"Under me," she tells him.
Without a word, he wraps an arm around her back, then flips them over so she's straddling his hips. She positions herself above his cock, sliding her core over it to spread her wetness across him. His hands grip her hips, not guiding her, just holding her as she moves. After moving her hips forward and back a couple times, she lifts her hips and wraps her hand around him, positioning him at her opening.
They both let out a loud moan as she slides slowly down his shaft, meeting no resistance. Once he's bottomed out inside of her, she pauses, taking in the feeling of him stretching her out. He's stretching her so well, it feels like her insides are being molded to fit perfectly around him.
"Christ almighty," he grunts once she's sitting on him completely.
He slides his hands up to give her breasts a squeeze, then back down, fingers grazing her nipples in a way that makes her skin tingle. His hands find a home on her ass, grabbing generous handfuls of the flesh there. When he grabs her, her hips shift forward involuntarily, the movement making her breath hitch and pulling another groan from deep in James' chest.
She starts moving in earnest after that, forward and back, trying to find a place and position that feels best. She leans forward, resting her forearms on either side of his head. The position allows her to rub her clit against him, and she lets out a gasp. He leans in to connect their lips again, swallowing up all the noises she's making.
She keeps moving, trying to work herself to another orgasm. When she can't force her hips to move as quick as she'd like, she lets out a frustrated groan, brows pinching together.
"What do you need, doll?" He asks, sensing the frustration. "I'll give you whatever you need, tell me what to do."
He moves his hands to grab her hips, then plants his feet on the bed, allowing him to start thrusting into her from underneath. He times his thrusts with hers, hitting her clit in just the right way.
"Just like that. Oh, fuck," she whimpers.
He picks up his pace, to the point that she's not even moving anymore, just letting him thrust into her. She leans her forehead into his shoulder, feeling the beginnings of her third orgasm starting to build up in her gut. She's muttering nonsense into his shoulder - saying his name, saying 'yes', cursing, telling him not to stop.
"I got you, sweetheart, I got you. You can come for me now, I've got you."
With a few more well-timed thrusts, she's coming again, moaning into his skin. He continues his movements, drawing out her orgasm. She bites down into his shoulder, forcing a groan out of him as he's still thrusting into her. After he's slowed, and then stopped, they just lay there for a moment, catching their breaths.
She turns to the side, pressing a lazy kiss against his jaw. He turns as well, planting a lingering kiss against her lips. His hands slide around to her back, just moving up and down, just touching her, feeling her.
She moves her mouth up to his ear, letting her lips ghost over it before whispering, "how do you want me?"
He shakes his head. "I'm okay, Jules. Don't feel like you have to."
He's so sweet. Does he know that? Does he understand just how endearing she finds him?
"I want to feel you come again. You said you'd give me anything I want, are you not gonna let me have that?"
He doesn't respond, but his breath catches, and his eyes darken. He leans his head into her neck, inhaling deeply.
"How do you want me?" She repeats.
He lets out a growl into her skin, then flips them so she's underneath him again. Then he grabs her by the hips, flipping her again so she's on her stomach. He pulls her hips up so they're lined up with his, leaving her on her knees and elbows.
Truthfully, she loves this position, but it's been a long time since anyone has made it good for her too, done more than just use her in that position for a quick orgasm. She has no doubt James is going to make it as good as possible for her as well.
He lines himself up with her, then pushes in with one quick thrust, pulling a whimper from deep in her throat.
"Yes, God," she moans into the sheets, voice muffled.
He leans over her, grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her face out of the sheets.
"I want to hear those pretty sounds of yours, beautiful, don't deny me that. Fuck, you're gorgeous."
His hand leaves her hair to go back to her hip. He pulls almost all the way out of her, then slowly pushes back in. He does that a few times, and she lets out a frustrated groan. The slow movements just feel teasing.
"Harder," she demands. "Fuck me like you mean it."
"Fuck," he groans. Hearing how strained his voice is makes her clench around him, earning her a small whine from him.
He tightens his grip on her hips, enough that she's positive she'll have finger shaped bruises in the morning, and he starts thrusting into her at a brutal pace. The sound of his skin slapping against hers is utterly obscene - it just makes her that much more aroused.
"You feel so good, honey. You're so tight. So wet. Feel like you're made for me. You're perfect, fucking beautiful. You're gonna make me cum, squeezing me like that." He keeps rambling sweet nothings at her as he fucks her, and it very quickly starts to tighten that coil in her stomach once again.
She clenches around him again, and he lets out a grunt. "Do you have one more for me? I want to feel you come around me again. I'll give you my cum too, just want to you to come first. Come for me, honey."
He reaches a hand underneath her, brushing against her clit with his fingers. It only takes a few swipes against her, timed with his thrusts, to make her come around him. She lets out a long, high-pitched whine, verging on a full-on squeal.
"Oh, fuck," he groans shortly before twitching inside her, holding her hips against him as he comes.
He moves the hand underneath her up to harshly twist one of her nipples, and her whole body twitches, still not fully recovered from the orgasm he just gave her. Then he grabs her by the hips again, giving her a few more sharp, quick thrusts. Her mouth falls open in an almost silent moan, hands tightly grasping the sheets beneath her. She lets out a shuddering breath, her whole body shaking slightly. She doesn't trust herself to move yet without her limbs failing her.
When he pulls out of her, she clenches again around nothing, immediately feeling empty at the loss of him. He ties off the condom and chucks it in the trashcan by her bed, then wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her to lay down with him, her back to his chest. He presses a sweet kiss to the back of her shoulder, then leans his forehead against the back of her neck. They just lay there for a few minutes, not exchanging any words. The smell of sweat and really good sex hangs in the air around them.
Once she's not breathing so heavily, and no longer shuddering in the aftershocks of her orgasms, she finally speaks again.
"I'm gonna be really disappointed if we never do that again."
He lets out a laugh, then presses another kiss to her shoulder. She's glad to have eliminated the possibility of awkward cleanup and goodbyes, she's dealt with that more time that she cares for. She also likes James a lot, she doesn't want there to be any awkwardness between them.
"I'll give you whatever you want, sweetheart," he says in a low and throaty voice, sending a shiver down her spine.
Maybe round two will be happening sooner than she anticipated. She certainly won't complain.