“Yes,” Julia gasps. She glances at me over her shoulder, and rolls her hips. Again. Again. She gives as good as she gets.
I fuck her hard, ride her, my thrusts accented by her staccato breaths. I tap her clit again before scaling my hands to cup her breasts, rubbing my palms against the perfect peaks of her nipples. Julia lifts her hips, and I slam into her, my muscles tightening, straining, but I’m so hungry for her it doesn’t matter. She meets me each time I pound inside, her pussy squeezing, burning me, and it feels so good it could make a grown man cry. My body is fueled with the need to feel her like this always, riding my cock, desperate for it, squeezing me to oblivion as I enter her again and again and again.
I want her to know I’ve been here, that she’s mine.
Each time I thrust inside, it’s to the hilt, so as much of me as possible is in her—she feels all of it, and I feel all of her. And fuck me, she loves it. Her face is flushed, her lips parted, her eyes closed. I drag my fingers around her nipples, pinch them. Then I slide one hand down her stomach, to the slick spot between her thighs, and find her clit again.
She starts keening. “Yes!” Her voice takes on a new, desperate pitch. “There, fuck, don’t stop!”
She grinds against me, licking her lips. Fuck. I’ve never wanted to come so hard in my life; I’ve also never wanted anything to last more than this, because every second is so goddamn good. She’s so tight, and she gets tighter, wetter, every time my cock hits home. She’s so fucking close now. So am I. I want to explode, detonate while I’m buried deep inside of her.
I fist her hair and pull her face to mine. Julia kisses me, her tongue searching my mouth, stroking my tongue as I massage her clit faster, pump inside her harder. She’s gasping. Fuck it, I’m about to come . . . .
“Not yet,” she whispers, her hips stilling.
I understand. Somehow, it comes through the haze. And I pull out. It’s torture, but I do it. I’m sitting up, and she gets to her knees, turns and straddles me. Then her perfect cunt, wet and pink and mine, lines up with my cock again, and I’m back inside of her. All the way in. A low growl throbs in my throat as her hips begin undulating. She works me in and out of her, her eyes cloudy, her lips parted. Her tits bounce with each spear of my cock inside her. Her eyes lock onto mine, and her pupils dilate as she begins riding me in earnest. I can tell she’s close, and fuck, so am I. Watching her face, her swaying breasts, the sweat lacing her skin—watching my cock, slick with her juices, disappear into her pussy again and again is enough to drive any man mad. I grip her by the waist and guide her, pumping up into her, meeting her motions perfectly.
We ride each other.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” she whispers against my lips, teasing me with a kiss.
“How is your pussy so tight?” I whisper, then take her breast into my mouth, feeling her nipple harden on my tongue.
God, I’m going to come so fast.
“A year without sex’ll do that.” She moans, and throws her head back.
I kiss up her neck.
“My ex was the last man I was with, before you,” she says.
“Your ex is a fucking moron,” I grunt. The scent of her skin, her sweat, the way her pussy clamps around my cock, it’s overwhelming. I can feel it, the tension, the orgasm building.
“Fuck the memory out of me,” she whispers, swallowing me in another kiss.
Let no one say I don’t accept challenges. I push her back onto the bed, falling on top of her, and thrust as hard and fast as my hips will allow. It’s a pounding rhythm, and when she begins to whisper my name, I know she’s on the verge of climax, and something inside me goes off. I jerk, coming hard inside her, the world around me shaking and collapsing, crying out as she comes right along with me. Her wail is high and perfect, her head tilted back, her body bucking against mine.
After a moment, I slow, and finally stop. I’m laying on top of her, breathing as hard as I can, her breasts pushed up against me. Julia sighs as I slide out of her, and soon my chest is at her back. My hand trails over her breasts, enjoying the sensation.
“Was that as good as your books?” I whisper in her ear. She nearly purrs in response.
“Not as choreographed, maybe. And I’m definitely not working for secret shadow organizations of the United States government. But aside from that? Just about as good.”
I can’t stop touching her, loving the silky feeling of her skin. I’ve never been this easily aroused by a woman before, not even with Phoebe. I’ve never had a hunger that I couldn’t satisfy. I expect that to piss me off, or scare me, and am surprised when it doesn’t. I like everything about this. Considering where this day started for us, who’d have ever thought this would happen?
“You want to know something dumb?” she says. I kiss her shoulder.
“I don’t think you could say anything dumb. Unless you ask me what clouds are made of,” I say. She playfully smacks my arm.