Chance Encounters of the Canuck Kind

The steam filled the room quickly, clouding the bathroom mirror. Jacob had Juliette pressed against the counter his hands hovering above her body. The tension between them now was palpable, an eager sense of anticipation that hung over them like an intoxicating mist. Neither wanted to make the first move, but only because they were drunk on the lust that shrouded them. It was Juliette who broke first, her hands finding the hem of Jacob’s shirt and navigating their way under it. She traced the outline of his abs with her fingernails and slowly made her way towards his chest, chiselled but not overly muscly – just how she liked it.Gripping the shirt fabric she swiftly removed the garment and took in his torso, devouring it with her eyes. Unable to stand her smouldering gaze any longer, Jacob grabbed her waist and buried his face into her neck, biting the skin gently. He languidly trailed kisses down her collarbone and towards her chest, now flushed with eagerness.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” He growled as he pawed at Juliette’s cami. Obeying his command she slowly lifted her top over her head, exposing the black lace bra she was wearing. She paused briefly, prompting Jacob to murmur “and the rest…” She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her thighs, shimmying out of them and leaving them in a pool of denim on the floor. Jacob took in her body, tracing with his eyes the swirl of cherry blossom and koi that snaked from her thigh around her hip and onto her lower back.
“Damn, she looks good.” He thought, really appreciating her curves now that she stood in front of him in nothing but her underwear. Juliette maintained her eye contact with Markstrom while she unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. He felt his jeans tighten and was unsure how much longer he could stand. Sensing his excitement, Juliette removed the last piece of clothing that shielded her from full exposure and sashayed past him into the large shower cubicle.
“Are you coming or not?” she teased. Jacob was unsure whether her statement had more meaning, judging by the lustful look in her eyes, he guessed it did. He wasted no time in taking off the rest of his clothing which was presently offending him and made no mistake in joining her in the shower. He stood behind her under the cascading drops of water and ghosted his lips across her shoulders, making Juliette’s skin prickle. She let out a soft moan and pressed herself against him, needing to heel his body against hers. He spun her around fiercely, so that she was now facing him, her skin glistening with water and pinned her wrists above her head against the cold tiles. She drew a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of the smooth cold ceramic against her hot skin. He was now kissing every part of her body, sucking on the skin, leaving tiny marks wherever he went as if he was claiming her as his own. Juliette swallowed hard and arched her back, tilting her hips towards him – giving him all the permission he needed to take her. He removed one hand from her wrists and grabbed her thigh, pulling it around his waist. She was panting how, eyes clouded with desire.
“Are you sure?” he whispered. Juliette nodded in response, pressing her lips to his earlobe, taking it between her teeth.
“Are we okay to go without?” He asked cautiously. The last thing he wanted was for their evening of passion to throw up any complications.
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She breathed, eager to have him.
He slowly pulled himself into her, relishing the moment, savouring the look of pure rapture on her face. She moaned softly, joy etched across her face. Jacob took this as an invitation to go deeper, placing sloppy kisses on her torso and grunting with each effort. He found his rhythm easily, getting lost in their passion. It had been so long since Juliette had felt like this. She hadn’t opened herself up to a man since her last relationship ended and her judgement, for better or worse, had been clouded by Markstrom and his ways. It wasn’t even that she just wanted him for his body (although that helped massively), she was captivated by his whole demeanour and he had an infectious personality that was hard not to be taken in by. She was falling hard for him, and now, under his soft touch and (dare she say it) loving gaze, she could feel herself edging towards paradise. Jacob could feel her shaking, he knew it wouldn’t be long before she found her release and he wanted to be the one to take her there.
“You are exquisite you know that?” He purred into her ear, enjoying every second that he was inside of her. Juliette’s breath hitched and she could feel herself edging closure to the dizzying heights of pleasure he was taking her to. She felt her knees go beneath her and her eyesight begin to blur, how long had it been since she’d had an orgasm? “Too long” she thought.
“Let go, Julie” Jacob cooed into her ear. “släppa ifrån sig”.
Hearing him speak Swedish was enough to send Juliette spiralling. “Fuck” she hissed, legs buckling, only being propped up by Jacob’s strong arms. He saw the world stop spinning in her eyes as she dissolved into pleasure, only then, allowing himself to do the same.
And there they stood, under the stream of water, tangled in each other, neither saying a word, foreheads pressed lightly against one another. He pressed his lips chastely against her forehead and tightened his embrace, feeling her body still quivering. She nuzzled further into his chest, wondering if anything could ever feel this good again.
“Stay the night?” she murmured into his torso.
“Was there ever any doubt?”
She looked up into his smiling face, his eyes filled with, was it affection? No. Love.
“How about we have 5 more minutes in here and then have a rendezvous with a pizza on the couch?” He asked.
“Sounds perfect.”

Notes

Sorry this has taken longer to post than other chapters. This was really difficult to write, only that I didn't want it to be a badly written sex scene and spent a lot of time carefully choosing my words. What's a bit of smut among friends? x