Julie moaned and held onto his head, rolling her shoulders forward in pleasure before pushing him back from her. “Stop,” she ordered, her blue eyes finding his. The connection was jarring in its intensity, the emotion between them far deeper than the erotic play of this game.

For an instant, he saw that vulnerable side of her flash in her eyes before the sexy, sinful, confident woman claimed his mouth in a sizzling kiss, and then drug her lips down his neck. She kissed her way downward and the snap of his pants, the slide of his zipper, seemed to magnify and echo through the room.

The instant her hand was inside his pants, adrenaline sent a rush to his head. Her fingers stroked the soft skin of his shaft, and then pulled the hard length of him free. She leaned and licked the pooled liquid at the tip and then suckled just the head of him into her mouth before tugging at his waistband.

“You can keep the socks, but nothing else.”

Damn, how he wanted to rip his hands free, and he could, but the desire to enjoy the woman in control gave him his own control, his own will to resist. By the time they’d worked together to free him of his clothes, he was thick and pulsing and all but going insane with the need for release.

She bent over, sticking that gorgeous ass of hers in the air, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. She looked at him, scraping her teeth over her lip.

“Now what should I do?”

“Witch.”

“Tell me. Your wish is my command.”

“Alright then,” he said. “Suck me.”

She smiled. “Alright then, I will.” She bent down and cut him a taunting look. ”After I lick you.” She rolled her tongue around him and Luke moaned. She licked him up and down, and watching her was almost as good as what she was doing to him. She was driving him crazy.

“Suck me,” he groaned. “You–” She took him into her mouth. Oh and how she took him. The woman knew how to please him, and she’d practiced plenty during that summer month they’d spent together. She sucked, and pumped, and used her hand, her lips, her tongue, until he couldn’t even hold his eyes open, the pleasure was so intense. He leaned back, his head on the cushion, and when he would have said ‘harder’ and ‘faster’ she was already there, and so was he. Release came over him, intense and ripping through him with biting, painfully good pleasure. Slowly, he relaxed, the tension in his muscles easing. Julie climbed on top of him and he tore his hands free, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.

“You know you drive me wild,” he said, “but not because of this. Because of you and us, and-”

She pressed her lips to his, silencing his words, and he was certain it was because she didn’t want his confession, because he’d let her slip back into the sex goddess routine too quickly. But then she surprised him, and murmured, “I know.”

He pulled back, forced her to look at him. “You know what?”

Her lashes lowered, then lifted. “That it’s more than...me driving you wild or you driving me wild. I know.”

They stared at each for several intense seconds before they were kissing again, wild and hot, a craving that had to be fulfilled. And when it shouldn’t have been possible, he was hard again, thick with need.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said, before he forgot that they needed a condom.

She reached behind her, stroking his shaft. “I like it right here.” She started to lift herself and he stopped her.

“Condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

He went still at that, at the idea that she hadn’t been before but she was now, at the implications there had been someone else in her life.

Her fingers curled at his cheek. “I’ve always been,” she said. “I’ve just never told anyone...until now.”

What he’d thought was a sign that he meant nothing to her only moments before, now seemed like a gift. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be inside you as much as I do right now.” He kissed her, and wrapped his arm around her, lifting her. She pressed him to the slickness of her core, before slowly inching her way down. When finally she settled fully on top of him, him buried inside her, they lingered, their mouths a breath apart, the energy in the room crackling with electricity and tension.

He pressed her down, thrusting into her, and a slow, sensual dance began. It built into something fierce, something that made them one, neither of them in control. Passion built until they were frantically touching, kissing, moving, and when they reached the edge of pleasure, she went first, and he followed.

They collapsed into each other, and clung together. No words were necessary.

***

A long time later, Luke lay with Julie on their backs in front of the fire, pressed together.

“You said you were on the pill as an extra precaution,” he said, the subject weighing on his mind. For the first time in his life, he was thinking of what settling down, what a wife and kids might be like.

“Yes,” she said after a long pause.

“Because you don’t want kids?”

“I...no.” She rolled to her side, away from him to face the fire. “I don’t.”

He turned to her, hugging her. “Because you had a bad childhood.” It was the only thing that made sense. She volunteered for children's events, she worried about the children of divorces.

“Too often parents let their kids down.”

“You aren’t your mother.”