“Look at you,” he says against my skin, peppering kisses on my neck. “Riding my cock so perfectly.”
My core clenches around him. It shouldn’t affect me this much, but it does. Every time.
“You like that?” His thumb finds my clit. “Like being told how good you’re doing?”
“Yes.” My movements become erratic, hips stuttering as I chase the building pressure. “Ju?—”
“Come for me.” His other hand grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Let me see it.”
I come with a cry that’s half his name, half incoherent sound, my body clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses.
“Good girl.” He guides my hips through the aftershocks. “Such a good girl for me.”
I try to slow my breathing, but he flips us, my back hitting the mattress as he settles between my thighs.
“My turn.” He hooks my legs over his shoulders, thrusting inside of me in one go.
The new angle drives him deeper, so deep I can barely breathe around the fullness as my calves rest against his shoulders, the position spreading me wide and leaving me completely open to him.
“Look at me.” His command cuts through the haze.
I force my eyes open. Rain still drums against the window, but all I see is him. The way his jaw clenches, how his muscles flex as he drives forward again.
Harder this time.
Claiming.
“There she is.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me while I fuck you.”
Each thrust drives the air from my lungs, each withdrawal leaves me empty and aching for more. My fingers dig into his biceps, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.
“Good girl.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “You’re doing so well.”
My pussy clenches around him, drawing a groan from his chest.
I tremble, my legs shaking where they rest on his shoulders. The rain pounds harder against the glass, matching the rhythm of our bodies.
“I can feel you getting close.” One of his hands slides between us, thumb circling my clit. “You gonna come on my cock again? Gonna be a good girl and let me feel it?”
“Yes.” My voice cracks. “Yes, please, I?—”
The orgasm slams into me without warning. My back bows, legs trembling against his shoulders as I cry out his name. He doesn’t slow down, fucking me through it until the pleasure borders on pain, until I’m sobbing with it.
“Good girl.” His rhythm stutters. “So fucking—perfect for me.”
A guttural sound rips from his throat as he buries himself deep one final time. I feel him pulse inside me, hot and insistent, filling me in ways that make my core clench, milking every drop.
“Julien,” I gasp, my voice wrecked.
The aftershocks ripple through me, tiny sparks that make me twitch and whimper beneath him. His cock twitches too, still hard enough to tease that oversensitive spot inside.
He lifts his head, eyes glazed. “I love you.”
My breath catches, core fluttering around him as I whisper, “I love you.”
EPILOGUE
JULIEN
