Chapter 58 Vignette 54b
Jules' POV
The room feels warmer now, or maybe it’s just me. We’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, a lazy playlist humming in the background, the wine working its way through both our systems. Remi’s cheeks are flushed, her laughter unfiltered. She tosses her head back when she laughs, and I catch myself staring for a second too long.
I clear my throat and glance at her sideways.
“Truth or dare?” I ask, swirling the wine in my glass.
She smirks. “Mmm… dare.”
Dangerous choice. I should pick something harmless but I don’t.
“I dare you,” I say, leaning in just a bit, “to let me blindfold you.”
Her brow lifts. “Kinky.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I tease, hiding my pulse behind a smirk. “It’s just a game, remember?”
She raises both hands in surrender. “Fine. Do your worst, Jules.”
I grab a soft silky navy blue scarf from my drawer. I circle behind her, and for a moment, I hesitate. The scent of her shampoo hits me—clean, citrusy. I tie the scarf around her eyes gently, careful not to pull her hair.
“Comfy?” I ask.
She adjusts slightly. “Comfy enough to be suspicious.”
“Good.”
I sit in front of her again, knees brushing. The sight of her— lips parted slightly, head tilted, eyes hidden—does something to me. She trusts me.
“Now what?” she asks.
I don’t answer. Instead, I lift her hand slowly and let my thumb trace circles over her palm. Her fingers twitch. She sucks in a breath.
“That’s not a touch with an object,” she mutters.
“I changed the rules,” I whisper.
I graze my finger lightly on her cheek. And then, my hand pauses just below my neck, hovering right there.
“Truth or dare?” I ask again, my voice close, my breath tickling my cheek.
“Truth,” she whispers, barely breathing.
I wait a second. Then ask, “Do you want to kiss me right now?”
She swallows.
Her hands clench into fists against her knees. The silence between us is delicate and full of electricity.
“Yes.”
I am surprised at how quickly and certain she responds but I would take advantage of that.
I untie the scarf and her lashes flutter as she stares at me, our faces inches away. Her lips are parted, eyes wide with a mix of fear and something that looks a lot like want.
She doesn’t move.
Instead, she licks her bottom lip—nervous, maybe unsure. But she doesn’t say no.
I lean in. One inch. Then another. Her breath hitches. And then… our lips meet.
Soft. Searching. Her hand rises to my shoulder, fingers digging in like she’s anchoring herself. I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring. She responds—hesitant at first, then with more certainty.
The kind of kiss that feels like it’s been waiting.
Her legs shift under her, and suddenly she’s straddling my lap, arms around my neck. Her lips find mine again—hungrier, messier.
We’re breathless. We’re tangled. My hands are on her waist. Hers are in my hair.
She gasps against my mouth. “Jules…”
“Mhm?”
“You planned this, didn’t you?” she murmurs, resting her forehead against mine.
I don't respond. Instead I lean in again and pull her lips into mine. My breath against her is a quiet whisper of how long I've wanted her.
Her as are in my hands and I press my finger into it in a rough grab. She gasps, her breath gushes into my mouth.
Now she's swivelling her hips on me. I’m not a real man, else, I'm sure my ps would be going hard.
I have no idea where I got strength, but I lift her up without breaking the kiss. Her tank top rides up as I drop her onto the bed, revealing her belly button and the curve of her defined waist.
I bite my lips, pull my top off my head and unhook my bra. I slide the single strap down my shoulders and toss it away. I climb on the bed while she watches every bit of my movement.
I straddle her and slide my hands under her tank top, my fingers unsteady. My breath is still, the warmth of her skin drawing me in until my hands meet her bbs.
Her chest rises faster than normal as she shut her eyes and bite her lower lip. I close my fingers on her bbs and she gasps. Her brsts are full and round, her hard nples press into my palm as I continue to squeeze them.
She moans, her legs lift as she swivels her hips beneath me. I start circling mine on her and her moans increase.
I take my hand out of her brst and stand up. I swiftly pull my joggers off my legs before my panties. She lay quietly on the bed, watching me, as if surprised by my actions.
But I know she wants this, else she wouldn't have let me touch her. She would have pushed me away the moment I tried to kiss her.
I helped her undress and now we are stark naked on the bed. She drags herself toward the head of the bed and parts her legs with practiced efficiency.
Breath escapes my mouth as I stare at the pink, perfectly shaved psy in front of me. I draw closer like I was under a hypnotic spell.
I lay between her legs and glide my fingers down her psy. I exhale deeply and lick my fingers where her psy touched.
Her gasps are loud as she slowly circle her hips, my eyes following her psy in every direction it goes.
Then I hold her thighs to keep her still. My lips go straight to her psy and I kiss it—deep and wet.
Her taste is sweet and sightly salty—adding to the pleasurable feeling of her psy finally in my mouth—something I've been craving for weeks now.
My tongue is not just brushing against her clt. It is cleaning it up in a suck—one that sends shivers running through her veins.
I know from the way she squeals and grabs my hair.
I probe the entrance of her psy with my tongue, increasing my pace with every breath. Then I look up and stare at her face.
Her eyes are shut, her brows twitching, her lips clenched together as if steadying herself in the storm I stirred inside her.
I climbed on top her and start off with her nples—sucking, biting and probing my tongue on it.
She moans loudly and clasps her heels together behind my waist. Then I shift my mouth up to her lips and savor them once more.
We break apart and I touch my psy. It is wet as hell.
“See what you've done to me, Remi,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
She doesn't smile.
She sits up, her gaze firmly fixed on my bbs. She grabs them and pushes me to lay on the bed with my back.
A small knowing smile played on my lips as I watch her straddle me. She twirls her hips on top me—rough and fast, her hands gripping my bbs.
She leans in, kisses me once but rough. Then she goes down. She tucks her both legs under mine invertedly, her weight on her arms as she supports herself, shifting her hips forward until our psy touched.
My mind instantly explodes, I can't feel my breathing anymore.
Then she moves her hips up and down in a fast motion. I do the same, our psy gliding smoothly against each other. My dripping juices mix up with hers. We scream in pleasure, rubbing our clt until we both reached orgasm.
As we try to catch our heavy breathing, there was a loud knock at the door. We sit up and freeze.
Then we pull away from each other quickly, our eyes darting to the door like we’ve been caught doing something illegal. I sit still. My lips are tingling. My heart is absolutely screaming.
“I should…” she murmurs, standing a little too fast. “I’ll get that.”
I nod.
The knock grows insistent and then I hear a familiar voice.
“Jules! Remi! Are you in there? Open up!”
“God, that's my mum. I completely forgot she was visiting today.” I said under my breath,
We quickly dress up and open the door before she becomes suspicious.