Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
The candles weren’t really the first thing I noticed. They just gave me the opportunity to see the one thing I wanted to see.
Jules.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, fully clothed in the same jeans and glittery top he’d been wearing all day. I didn’t care. All I really wanted was him. He could have been wearing his birthday suit or a burlap sack and I would have felt exactly the same as I did now. I closed the door behind me and turned the lock. There was no taking my eyes off him as I approached the bed.
Jules was wearing makeup that was bolder than what he’d had on during the day, but not as intense as I’d seen it the first time I’d been in his room. God, that seemed like a lifetime ago.
I was in the process of reaching for him when Jules put his hand up and softly said, “Yellow light.”
Was he fucking kidding me?
“Jules,” I growled.
His expression didn’t waver. The coy innocence in the way he held his body and the soft smile that showed off his shimmering, full lips remained the same. I noticed that the outfit he’d sent me the picture of was spread out next to him on the bed.
“Over there,” Jules said with a graceful tilt of his head. A simple wooden chair was in the corner of the room. It offered a view of the bed, but only the side closer to the chair would give me a full view. Jules was currently sitting on the wrong side for that to happen. I’d only see him from the waist up.
I did what he told me anyway. The chair was incredibly uncomfortable given my current state of arousal, but I had a feeling I was going to need to get used to it.
As soon as I sat down, Jules glanced over his shoulder at me before he lovingly ran his fingers over the outfit. His touch was light and hard to see. It almost looked like he wasn’t really touching it.
The idea that he’d actually waited to truly experience what the fabric felt like had the air catching in my lungs. When his delicate fingers disappeared, they reappeared at his sides. He slowly took off the shirt he was wearing, revealing the graceful line of his back in the process. I hadn’t been given the opportunity to see Jules’s entire body in such an intimate state, at least not in person. The videos didn’t do the real thing justice.
I leaned forward in the chair so I could take in the way every muscle and curve rippled as he shimmied out of the snug shirt. He took his time folding the shirt and setting it on the bed next to him. I was in tracking mode as I watched his every move, studied every arch and shift of his body as he reached for the lace top. I forgot that I couldn’t see his entire body because I was hyper focused on what little he was showing me. Not surprisingly, Jules took his time putting the top on. He made sure to skim his body with his own fingers at every opportunity. I realized he was wearing the nail polish he’d bought the day we’d met.
The polish I’d returned to him.
The pants were next. Jules didn’t linger as he slipped his jeans off and put the sheer white pants on. I saw a flash of white beneath the pants as he put them on. He was wearing some kind of underwear beneath them.
It felt like hours by the time Jules walked around the bed so that he was standing at the foot of it, giving me a clear view of the outfit. He was perfect. The sheer pants did little to cover his supple thighs, but it was what he was wearing beneath the pants that had me practically drooling. I had no idea about lingerie designed specifically for men, but the boy-cut panties clung to his body. As Jules pretended to examine the outfit in detail, he gave me glimpses of the front and back of the high-waisted panties. The fabric covered most of his ass but left a small amount of the curve of his buttocks exposed. The front of the panties provided full coverage, but the lacy material which appeared to match the top he was wearing did next to nothing to hide his erection. The snug fabric kept his hard dick in place. No matter how soft and delicate the material was, Jules had to be feeling the same kind of painful constraint that I was.
It was all I could do not to jump off the chair and go to him, but I was also frozen in place because Jules was running his hands over every part of himself. When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were luminous.