My back hits the wall with a soft thud. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, ankles crossing behind him. The hard ridge of his cock presses against my center, drawing a gasp from my lips.
“Missed this,” I pant between kisses. “Missed you.”
He chuckles. “I’ve been right here.”
“Too busy.” My fingers tangle in his hair, needing him closer. “Supply runs. Fortifications. Haven’t had you to myself in days.”
His teeth find my lower lip, tugging gently before releasing. “Let me make it up to you.”
His hips roll against mine, the friction electric even through layers of fabric. I arch into him, chasing the sensation. My thin shirt clings to my skin, nipples hardening against the wet cotton. He notices and drops his mouth to my breast, sucking through the fabric.
“Ah.” My head hits the wall.
“Fuck you’re hot.” He lets me down and tugs at the hem of my shirt. “Arms up.”
I comply, letting him peel the soaked garment off me. He steps back just enough to yank his own shirt off, the movement sending water droplets flying from his hair. The sight of his tanned skin, defined muscles, and that trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband steals my breath.
His fingers hook into my shorts, dragging them and my underwear down in one impatient movement. I kick them away, suddenly naked while he’s still half-clothed.
“Beautiful.” His eyes rake over me, dark with hunger. “So fucking beautiful.”
I reach for his belt buckle, fumbling with cold fingers. “Off. Now.”
He helps, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. His cock springs free, hard and flushed and perfect. Before I can touch him, he lifts me again, carrying me to the bed and laying me across it with surprising gentleness, given the fire in his eyes.
He follows me down, caging me with his body, but instead of entering me, he begins a slow, torturous journey down my body. Lips on my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone. Tongue circling one nipple, then the other, drawing them into tight peaks that ache for more.
“Julien.” I lift my hips in a silent plea.
“Patience.” His mouth moves lower, across my stomach, down to the juncture of my thighs. “Let me taste you first.”
The first swipe of his tongue tears a sound from my throat I barely recognize. My fingers clutch at the sheets as he settles between my legs, large hands spreading my thighs wider. He takes his time, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit, building me up, then backing away before I can fall over the edge.
“Please,” I beg, voice breaking. “I need?—”
“I know what you need.” He sinks one finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “You’re being so good for me.”
The praise shoots straight to my core, clenching around his fingers as he continues licking and sucking at my clit. My hips buck against his mouth, chasing release, but he holds me down with his hand on my pelvis.
“Not yet,” he murmurs against my flesh. “I want to see your face when you come.”
I reach down, gripping his shoulders. “Then get up here.”
He gives one final, lingering lick before crawling back up my body. I pull him into a fierce kiss, tasting myself on his tongue while his cock grinds against my wet entrance, the head catching before slipping away again.
The teasing friction is maddening.
“Roll over.” I shove his chest.
Surprise flashes in his eyes before he complies, settling back against the headboard. I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips, positioning myself over his length, and sink down slowly, inch by glorious inch, reveling in how his face contorts with pleasure and trying to stay in control. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. The stretch burns in the best way, my body accommodating his size until I’m fully seated, our bodies flush together.
“Fuck, Dakota.” His head falls back against the headboard. “You feel?—”
I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow grind that makes us both groan. His cock hits deep from this angle, stroking places that make my thighs shake way too early. I brace my hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to lift and sink back down.
“That’s it.” His eyes lock on mine, dark and commanding. “Take what you need.”
I do. Setting a rhythm that makes pleasure coil tight in my belly, chasing the release he denied me moments ago. My breasts bounce with each movement, and he captures one in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple before releasing it with a wet pop.
