Finally, he brushed the b*a straps off her shoulders and unsnapped it with one hand—it’d been a long time since he’d used that skill—then let it fall to the floor.
He gave himself a few seconds just to stare at her perfection until he couldn’t resist. He lifted his hands and cupped her breasts. As he began to knead the soft flesh, her head fell back, eyes closed. Her lips parted as if she were going to say something but the only sound that emerged was a breathy sigh.
He barely registered the fact that she’d finally gotten his jeans down his legs, his entire attention fixed on pleasuring her, getting her to make those soft sounds that drove him crazy.
But when she wrapped her fingers around his c**k, his concentration fixed on himself.
“f**k, Jules. Yes.”
His head fell back as she step
