Page 35 of September (New Orleans #9)

Her hands moved to Juliet’s breasts, and she held them as if weighing their fullness at first before Juliet reached behind her own body and unclasped the bra holding them back.

Gwen watched as the bra was removed and dropped to the floor, and her eyes met Juliet’s, but only for a second before they lowered again and stared.

Juliet held in her laughter, but Gwen’s expression was one of wonder as if she’d never seen bare breasts before, when she had two of them herself and wasn’t exactly a virgin.

“Better than I ever imagined,” Gwen said.

Juliet looked down, too, wondering what she was talking about because her boobs were just boobs.

Her nipples were hard, though, solid as a rock, and in a little bit of uncomfortable pain.

Gwen’s fingertips grazed both of them at the same time, and Juliet’s head went back on its own.

Gwen’s lips moved to her neck then, and she had to admit, this wasn’t what she’d thought their first time would be like after she’d donned the sexy outfit for Gwen.

She had expected hot and fast. She had expected to be taken against something and her clothes torn off.

She’d expected to have to buy a new pencil skirt and maybe sew buttons back on her shirt.

She had been wrong, and as much as she knew she would like the hot and fast sex that awaited them, this was better.

Gwen reached for the fake glasses Juliet had put on and removed them, setting them on the dresser behind her before she turned back around and removed her T-shirt.

Juliet looked down then and watched as Gwen removed her bra next, dropping it beside Juliet’s on the floor.

Juliet licked her lips, wanting them on those full, bare breasts with hard nipples in front of her.

She wanted those nipples pressed to her own, but when Gwen moved back into her, their breasts, which usually lined up, didn’t.

Juliet’s were higher now. Gwen looked down and noticed the heels.

“Sexy,” she said. “But off.”

Juliet smiled and didn’t waste any time kicking them off, which meant their breasts could finally connect.

Gwen kissed her again as one set of hard nipples rubbed against the other, and Juliet moaned when Gwen’s hand went to the zipper of the skirt and slowly lowered it at her right side.

She reached for Gwen’s pants and unzipped them, and Gwen walked her back until her legs hit the bed.

Juliet moved to lie down, not waiting for Gwen to give her that playful shove onto it, and Gwen stared down at her for a moment before she reached for Juliet’s stomach and rubbed up and down the skin there as if she couldn’t believe that Juliet was real.

Shortly after, Juliet watched as Gwen pulled down her jeans and stood only in a light-blue pair of bikinis. Her eyes lowered unabashedly, and Gwen smirked at her.

“You can tell, huh?”

“Tell what?” she asked.

“How much I want you right now,” Gwen replied.

Juliet nodded because she could; she could see the dark spot indicating Gwen’s desire for her. But she wanted to see more.

“Take them off,” she uttered softly, hoping Gwen would comply.

Gwen reached for them and unceremoniously shoved them down her legs as if she couldn’t wait a second longer to be naked with her.

The only problem with that was that Juliet was still half-clothed.

Gwen continued to stare down at her, and Juliet lowered her eyes to the brown patch of hair between Gwen’s legs.

It was neatly trimmed as if she’d known that this was going to happen tonight.

Juliet licked her lips and reached inside her own skirt and panties, finding herself wet as she watched Gwen’s reaction.

“Jesus,” Gwen let out and knelt in front of her.

“I’m so wet, babe,” she said as she stroked herself slowly.

For a few seconds, Gwen’s eyes were glued to the hand moving beneath the fabric, but it didn’t take long for her to reach for the hem of Juliet’s skirt and tug hard on it until it was around her knees and then on the floor, around Juliet’s ankles.

Gwen pushed it away and nudged Juliet’s legs apart, watching her fingers move beneath her white panties.

Then, Gwen’s lips moved to Juliet’s inner thigh, but as much as she wanted to come, Juliet didn’t want it to happen from her own touch, so she removed her fingers.

“Why did you stop?” Gwen asked.

“Because I want you to touch me,” she said.

Gwen smiled and replied, “Give me your fingers.”

Juliet swallowed as Gwen leaned forward and opened her mouth.

She slipped two of her fingers inside that warm mouth and felt Gwen suck on them, letting them move in and out of her mouth before finally letting them go with a little pop, making Juliet nearly come at the sight of it.

Then, Gwen reached for the panel of her underwear and moved them to the side in order to see Juliet more fully.

“Delicious,” she said as she licked her lips and lowered her mouth to Juliet’s sex.

“Oh, fuck,” Juliet let out when she felt Gwen’s tongue between her folds.