Page 61 of A Shot at Love
Frankie sat back on her heels and sucked on the fingers she’d had inside of Jules then she wiped her face with the back of her hand as she admired the image of Jules sprawled out in front of her on the mattress, her chest rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath.
Her core glistened from the aftermath of Frankie’s touch and Frankie took a moment to commit it to memory, not that this couldeverbe forgotten, before she kissed the inside of Jules’s knee.
She pushed herself up off the ground and climbed onto the bed, lying down beside Jules. She draped an arm over her waist and snuggled in close, reveling in the way it felt to be skin to skin.
“Sorry, just…I need a minute…” Jules whispered, still covering her face with her hand.
“It’s okay.” Frankie kissed her shoulder and closed her eye while absentmindedly drawing shapes with her finger on Jules’ stomach. “Take as long as you need.”
The room somehow grew quieter and Frankie listened to Jules as her breathing evened out. At first Frankie thought she’d fallen asleep until Jules rolled onto her side and cupped Frankie’s cheek.
“Hi.”
“Hito you too. Was that okay?”
Jules laughed, loud and unbridled, the sound of it so perfect that Frankie wished she could bottle it up and keep it forever.
“Are you seriously asking me ifthatwas okay? Frankie, I don’t think I’ve ever had that good of an orgasm in my entire life.”
“Really?” Frankie proudly grinned, and she propped herself up on her elbow. “What was your favourite part?”
“Oh don’t be so smug, Casanova,” Jules teased, giving her a playful shove. “You know you’re very talented.”
“I do now and let me just say, I will happily give a repeat performance if you want me to.”
“As tempting as that is, I don’t think I’m conditioned enough to bounce back that quickly but you…” Jules grinned and pushed Frankie onto her back. She swiftly slid a leg over her hips and straddled her, flattening her palms against Frankie’s toned stomach. Her thigh slotted between Frankie’s legs and she rocked up. “You did such a good job and I think you’ve earned a reward.”
“I get a reward?” Frankie asked, her breath stuttering, heart skipping a beat as she looked up at Jules.
Her skin was flush and strands of her blonde hair clung to her forehead from sweat but she was still the most beautiful thing Frankie had ever seen.
“Mhmm.” Jules slid her hands up Frankie’s abdomen and covered her bra clad breasts with her hands. She teased Frankie’s nipples with her thumbs and Frankie’s body jerked in response to the touch. “But it’s pretty unfair how I’m completely naked and you aren’t. We’re going to have to change that.”
This assertive side of Jules was enough to make Frankie combust before she’d even been touched between her legs and sheknewshe was dripping, so much so that she was almost a little embarrassed by it but she’d always gotten her own pleasure out of making someone else feel good. Nothing had ever felt like it did with Jules, nothing and no one had even come close.
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t plan on doing anything. I plan on sitting like this and watching you take your bra off yourself.”
“Is that right?” Frankie chuckled and waited, but when Jules didn’t budge, she acquiesced and hooked her fingers under the band of her bra and pulled it up over her head. She threw it on the floor beside the bed and laid back down.
She gazed up at Jules, whose eyes were fixed on her bare chest, and then she grabbed hold of Jules’ wrists and guided her hands back to where she wanted them to be.
Frnakie’s breasts were smaller and easily held by Jules’ hand and her breath hitched when Jules pinched her nipples, her body shuddering.
“Nice to know that I'm not the only one who enjoys this.” Jules teased, then lowered her head and sucked one of Frankie’s nipples between her lips without breaking eye contact.
“Jesus…” Frankie’s head fell back against the mattress and she brought a hand to her mouth and bit her knuckle.
“Good, right?” Jules moved from one nipple to the other, lapping at it with her tongue as she rolled her hips, grinding her centre down on Frankie’s thigh and Frankie felt the fresh signs of Jules’ arousal now coating her leg.
So much for needing time to bounce back…
Nails scraped down Frankie’s stomach and she lifted her head just as Jules reached the edge of her underwear with her right hand. She slipped beneath the waistband and brushed through Frankie’s small patch of hair before her index finger grazed Frankie's clit with the lightest of touches. She slid her finger down, grinning at Frankie as she gathered some of the wetness she found there then slid it back up to press firmer against the small bundle of nerves .
“Shit…that feels good.”
“Did it turn you on?” Jules circled her clit with the tip of her finger, slowly at first then faster, all while rolling her own hips forward and back, using Frankie’s leg for her own pleasure. “Eating me out, making me come?”
