“My chest—” he breathed.
“Showme,” she reminded him.
He lifted his hand and traced wet designs above her breasts. She echoed the action, reveling in the way his breath hitched as she ran her fingers along his collarbone, down to circle around his nipples.
She circled her thumb over the head of his cock, too.
“Your arms?” she suggested. “Your shoulders … you should know how much I like your shoulders.” She waited for him to move his hands tohershoulders, then moved her attention there. And god, she really did like his shoulders. The way his muscles moved beneath his skin. How strong they looked. The contrast with the delicate dip at his clavicle. She leaned forward to kiss it, twisting her other hand around the thick ridge of his erection.
“Your neck,” she suggested.
He breathed agreement, and then to her surprise, circled her neck with his fingers. A choking hold, except his touch was gentler than summer rain.
She put her hand around his neck. His pulse raced beneath her fingers, and lust laced his eyes with pure midnight black.
“What do you want, Julian?” she whispered. She had to hear him say it.
He swallowed. “I want you to be in control.”
She lifted herself in the water, one hand on his neck and the other on his cock, and sank onto him.
He was so fucking thick. His hand had been the right preparation after all, but his cock went deeper than his fingers had reached, pushing and stretching her to fit as she took all of him in.This should be illegal,she thought, a random, senseless banging of brain cells together as anticipation coiled tight in every part of her.
She looked down at him, his eyes blown out and wild, his skin slick with sweat and water. His cock buried inside her.
Hers.
“Do you like this?” she prompted him. “Do you want to see what you can do to me like this?”
He nodded.
She worked slowly, easing up and down, molding their bodies together. His pulse raced as she brought both hands to his neck, holding him in place as she fucked herself on his cock.
He groaned and thrust towards her. She answered in kind, moving faster,harder, until the only thing holding her back was the knowledge that she’d come twice already and he hadn’t come even once.
She wanted to make this last longer. As though as soon as it stopped, they would tumble over some precipice she couldn’t see in the storm.
Then he gasped her name. “Francine—”
She clenched around him, dragging his face up to kiss him as he came, claiming his groaning gasp with her mouth. He put his arms around her and fucked into her wildly, tipping her over the edge.
They sank against one another, their breathing so loud it made the silence seem to push in all around them. Francine’s pulse thrummed in her ears. And something thrummed inside her, too—a deep, pleased satisfaction unlike anything she’d felt before.
“Francine.” Julian’s voice was unsteady. He was still buried deep inside her. She rose reluctantly, not wanting to lose the connection.
But there was something else between them, now.
A tug on her heart. An unraveling, somewhere deep in her soul.
A thread of light twisting between them, his heart to hers.
She stared, not daring to breathe. The thread of light was just that—a thread. A single mote of starlight pulled from the heavens.
Onlya thread.
She swallowed. “Is this how it’s meant to work?”
“I do not know.” Something shadowed Julian’s eyes, but he pressed a kiss to her temple before she could hunt it out.
