But it’s hard because I find myself wanting a million different things at once. I want to kiss her until the sun comes up and I want to touch every inch of her skin. I want to hand her multiple orgasms until she begs me to stop, and I want to bury myself deep into her. I want her mouth on my cock. I want mine on her pussy. I want to eat her whole and lick her clean.

Pulling my mouth from hers, I layer a trail of kisses across her jaw and down her neck. I scoot my body down hers as my mouth moves lower, over the base of her throat and finally to her breasts, where I nuzzle them through the material of her shirt. Jules fingers go into my hair and she grips it hard.

“Easy,” I tell her as my hands go to the bottom of her shirt and I push the material up and over her breasts. She’s wearing a plain white cotton bra which is slightly translucent and my mouth goes dry as I take in her hard nipples pushing against the fabric. My fingers flip the front clasp and the bra pops open, baring her beautiful tits to me.

My mouth goes from dry to watering as I test the weight of them with my hands, squeezing them gently. I pinch one nipple in between my thumb and forefinger and roll it, causing Jules’ hips to fly off the bed in reaction. Christ . . . no telling what she’ll do when I hit her clit.

I wrap one arm around Jules’ back and I roll us to our sides. Her mouth seeks mine and connects, and we kiss again. A deep, lush kiss that is all consuming and stoking the fire between us hotter.

My hands roam, as does hers. Her nails scrape up my back, and my hand goes down the back of her jeans and past her panties to cup her ass. Clothing ends up coming off, magically peeled away by our hands without ever really breaking the molten kiss that continues between us.

When we’re both fully naked, we press our bodies against each other, legs intertwined. Her breasts are flattened against my chest and my cock is hard against her belly, trapped in between us. Her skin feels like satin as she strokes a long leg against mine.

I swear I could fucking do this for hours, even though I’m near delirious with the need to get inside of her.

Jules pulls her mouth away from mine and her eyes are glazed as she pants out to me, “Max . . . give me more.”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” I urge her as my hand skims down from her ribs to her hip.

Lightning fast, she grabs onto my wrist as she pulls her pelvis away from me and pushes my hand in between her legs. My pulse skyrockets and my fingers easily find her pussy, which is soaked. I brush my fingers through her curls and lightly circle her clit.

“Like this?” I ask her.

Her hips tilt forward and she gives me an affirmative moan.

“Or like this?” I ask her as I twist my hand and sink a finger into her.

“Oh, God,” is her answer this time.

And Christ . . . her pussy clamps down hard on my finger and I go dizzy with the need to fuck her.

Leaning in, I put another kiss on her mouth before I pull my hand from between her legs. She makes a growl of protest but I soothe her by saying, “Just a minute, Jules . . . let me get a condom.”

I push up to my knees and lean across her with one hand on the mattress to reach into the drawer of the bedside table. My weight almost buckles under me as Jules wraps a hand around my cock.

My head drops down and my eyes flutter closed as Jules’ hand starts a firm stroke up and down my shaft. I can feel pre-cum leaking out, coating her hand and making my skin slick.

I take a deep breath in, open my eyes and rear upward. Jules never misses a stroke while I dig a condom out and slam the drawer closed. I fumble with the foil, finally get it open and pull the rubber out.

Jules rubs a thumb over the tip of my cock and my balls start to tingle. I reach down with my free hand, grab her wrist and gently pull her away. She makes a small sound of protest but then purrs when I reposition myself on my knees between her legs. Her eyes are darkened to a bronze color and she watches me keenly while I put the condom on.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “My fucking hands are shaking.”

And they are . . . badly.

I want inside her so bad, my entire being is shaking.

But then Jules reaches out and lays her hands over mine.

My gaze slides to hers and she smiles at me softly. One soft, understanding smile with a message back to me that she understands. That she’s feeling what I’m feeling and that both of us are getting ready to have our worlds rocked by the other.

A measured calm courses through me, enough to steady my hands but in no way diminishing the lust that’s still sparking through my body. Instead, I become singularly focused and the condom rolls on smoothly as Jules’ hands go to her breasts and she plucks at her nipples.

“God, that’s sexy,” I praise her, then I hunch over her and push her hand aside with a nudge of my cheek. I roll my tongue around one of her nipples, then bare my teeth before biting at it. Jules bucks and moans and when she says, “Max . . . I need you inside of me now, ” I’m spurred to action.

I push up off her again, press one palm to the mattress and with my other hand guide my cock to her entrance. I rub the tip through her wet folds and then slowly feed myself into her. I can feel in exquisite detail as her pussy stretches and molds around me, hot and wet and oh so fucking tight.

I sink slowly into her, inch by inch until I bottom out and I just go still.

I take in everything about this moment. Jules’ eyes dark and blazing with desire. Her chest heaving and her pussy contracting around me. Her delicate hands on my ass, nails poised to sink into my flesh and my cock straining already for release.

I drop my face, place my forehead against hers and whisper, “Jules?”

“Yeah, baby,” she says on a throaty moan of need.

I pull my head up and look at her. “Tell me what you want.”

Her hands slide up my back, over my ribs, and come to rest on my chest. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” I say as I bring my lips to hers and give her a short kiss. “You’re all kinds of beautiful and sweet and I could fuck you slowly, drawing our first time out and we’d both come long and steady. But you’re also feisty and strong and I could fuck you really hard and fast, guaranteed we’ll both blow apart viciously. I’m not quite sure what to do with you, and just so you know . . . whatever you choose, we’ll do the opposite next. But lady’s choice . . . how do you want it?”

Jules chuckles low in her throat, her eyes sparkling with mischief and humor. I’m lodged balls deep in this woman and she’s amused by me.