Every time I push inside, her walls squeeze back on my head and all the way down my shaft, and each time I want to curse under my breath because it feels so damn good.
I wanted this to last as long as possible, I wanted to bend her body every way I could and glimpse her from all sorts of different angles. But I'm already hanging on by a thread. After months of not having sex, she is a nirvana too intense to ride for long. I know now, I need to focus all my energy on making her come before I make the mistake of robbing her of the chance.
"I want to see the look in your eyes when I'm fucking you," I say. "You feel how hard I am for you?"
Her lids flutter open and her brown eyes latch onto mine. "Yes," she whispers, a haze floating across her features.
"You can be as loud as you want," I tell her. "No one can hear us over the music. I want you screaming, you hear me?"
She groans and I can feel my words making her even wetter, my thrusts finding more and more lubrication. This steady, slow rhythm is the most incredible sort of tease and I can't believe how much I enjoy it. It's not easy for me to go slow. I've never been a patient lover and I've never been romantic about sex. But tonight, I'm determined to ease her into it, make her as comfortable as possible, and show her what great sex is supposed to be like.
Except she's the one showing me. Because I've never had this kind of sex before. Sex where I could feel every part of the woman around every inch of me. Sex where I cared more about pleasing her than getting myself off.
Holding off on my own ending to give her one is somehow the most erotic thing I've ever experienced, being on the edge and staying there. My hips grind into her body, eliciting delicious little noises from her with each thrust. Without slowing, I bring a hand between us and rub her clit, rougher strokes than I'd dare do with my dick just now.
"You're so wet," I say. "It's all over your thighs."
She whimpers in response, hips tilting toward me. Her face unmasks to reveal every nuance of pleasure I deliver. Watching her drives me closer to the edge, hearing her makes me feel like I'll plummet over at any moment.
I jut my hips against her faster, watching her expression for any signs of discomfort. But she's crooning out her encouragement with a deliciously tortured look on her face. I'm harder than an iron rod and it feels so good it's almost painful, but I think she's grown accustomed to me, though she's still so incredibly tight that I'm forcing her to spread open with each inward thrust.
"This--" I pulse into her in a cruel stroke, testing her threshold and finding she's wet enough to allow us to slide together perfectly despite how insanely tight she's gripping me. She cries out and I do it again. "This is just for me, isn't it?"
"Yes," she breathes out.
"No one else has ever been inside you like this, have they?"
"Just you."
"How's it feel?"
I don't slow down and for a second, she's too busy panting to respond. But then, in a weak voice she says, "So...good."
I bite back the grin threatening to reveal how cocky she's making me. I press my chest closer to her breasts and lay my face right beside hers. My lips to her ear.
"I'm your first," I tell her. "Remember this. Remember the ways I own your body. Remember how deep I reach you. Remember how incredible it feels."
Her fingers dig into the muscles of my back and her voice is a hoarse whisper. "Yes...yes..."
"You're taking it so good, baby. You must really want it."
"I want it...I want it...don't stop," she pleads between moans.
And that? Fuck. That just about ends everything.
"Like this?" I ask. My thrusts are long and rough, pushing all the way in until our bodies bump at the end. Her breathing grows into whimpers with every upward stroke, as I create friction on her clit. She's close. But I might be closer and am growing desperate as I try to hang on.
"Let me feel you coming around my cock," I beg. "Come on. Come for me nice and hard."
She releases a long, wild moan, hips thrusting up, muscles clenching around me so suddenly that I groan out, too. I come right then, pumping uncontrollably as her body writhes beneath me.
Chapter Forty-One
Julia
I THOUGHT I KNEW WHAT an orgasm felt like, but all those times I've made myself come with my fingers were just a small taste of reality. Euphoria rushes through my body, sweeping me away for a hundred miles, sending me spinning and spinning, and all I can do is allow the overwhelming sensations to crash over me, my throat ringing with my cries of pleasure.
I'm flooded with warmth as Giles pumps into me for the last time. I soak in his wild groan, his frantic breathing, and the way he all but collapses onto me, utterly spent.
We've gone completely still, but he's still inside of me. I don't want him to ever pull out.
He props up on his elbows and stares at me, eyes trailing over my hairline and lips before settling over my eyes. "You're so beautiful. I don't know how I kept my hands off of you for this long."
"You didn't," I remind him.
He grins. "I've thought about that night in the game room every day since. I've taken longer showers because of it, handling the painful hard-on you gave me every time I thought of it. But Julia? I might need extra showers every day to handle my thoughts of tonight." He buries his face into the side of my neck and inhales. "God, that felt so good. I've never come so hard."
His words please me and I'm relieved to hear him say he enjoyed it as much as I did. It's like I've been given a spoonful of ecstasy and he holds the rest of the bottle. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tug his lower body even closer, his still lingering erection sliding farther in.
"I want more."
He laughs, pulling his head up to kiss me. "I do, too, little leopard. But I'm going to need a minute. Or twenty."
I try not to frown and instead busy myself by running my fingers through his hair. I've always known he was handsome, but something about us lying on each other naked after reaching a blissful state together, makes me notice it in different ways.
"We've crossed the line, all right," I say, softly.
He runs a hand down the side of my body, tracing my curves and rounding my breasts. "I never want to go back."
We have sex again, oblivious to the hoards of people in the house. Not caring if the music and chatter from outside the room are enough to mask the sounds of our lovemaking.