“It’s perfect.” My fingers part the damp hair, seeking her clit, and she whimpers when I find it, clutching my arm. “You’re already so wet for me.”
“I told you, it’s my hormones. I’m like a fountain.”
“Mm-hm.” I stroke through her folds, coating my fingers in her slickness. “I think it’s notjusthormones. I think maybe you like me.”
The cheeky smile that shines on her face is confirmation, and she spreads her legs wider to give me better access. I take my time exploring her, relearning the terrain I only got to map once before. She’s swollen and sensitive, her clit standing at attentionbetween plump pussy lips, and when I circle it with my thumb, she bucks against my hand.
“That’s it,” I encourage her. “That’s perfect. Take what you need.”
I let her roll her hips against my thumb until she’s panting, and then I push two fingers inside her. She clenches around me immediately. She’s tight and hot and so wet it seems impossible. Sensation zips over my skin like it’s my cock inside her, and I have to remind myself that this is about her pleasure, not mine. I curl my fingers, searching for that spot that will make her come, and I know I’ve found it when she gives a soft, urgent cry.
“Shh.” I kiss her to muffle the sound. “Gotta be quiet, remember?”
She nods frantically, biting her lip as I work her with slow, deliberate strokes. My thumb maintains a steady rhythm on the side of her clit while my fingers press and curl inside her. Her hips rise to meet each thrust, her hands fisting in the sheets.
“You look so beautiful like this,” I tell her, watching her lashes flutter against her cheeks on every inward stroke. “I love making you feel good.”
“Ian.” My name comes out strangled. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Then let go. I’ve got you.”
Her orgasm hits a minute later, her whole body going rigid as she ripples around my fingers, mouthopen in a silent scream. I feel the rhythmic pulses of her release and keep stroking, drawing it out, until she finally goes limp with a shuddering sigh.
I ease my fingers out of her gently and bring them to my mouth, licking them clean while she watches with half-closed eyes.
“You were trying to make me noisy,” she accuses weakly.
“Guilty.” I lean down to kiss her forehead and am rewarded with a satisfied exhale. “Feel better?”
“So much better.” She reaches for the front of my jeans, sliding over the outline of my shaft to under my balls. Even through the thick denim, her touch makes my eyes roll back in my skull. “Let me return the favor.”
As much as I want that, I catch her hand and bring it to my lips instead. “Not tonight. Tonight was about you.”
“But you’re so hard.” She pushes her lip out in a pretend pout.
“I’ll survive.” I adjust myself discreetly, wincing at the pressure. “There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, you need to sleep.”
She looks like she wants to argue, but a yawn escapes her instead. The tension has finally drained out of her, leaving her pliant and drowsy.
I help her adjust her pajamas and pull the covers up over her. Then I lie beside her, stroking her hair until her breathing evens out and her eyes drift shut.
“Goodnight, pretty girl,” I whisper, pressing one last kiss to her temple. “Sweet dreams.”
Chapter 32
Ian
Iwait until I’m sure Julia is deeply asleep before I extract myself from the bed. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to leave her there, warm and satisfied and smelling like me, but I manage. I let myself out the front door and drive home with the windows down, the cold November air doing nothing to ease the ache in my groin.
The cabin feels bigger than usual when I walk in. I built this place for a family, and tonight, I can finally see one filling it. I strip off my clothesand climb into the shower, cranking the water as hot as I can stand it.
I last about thirty seconds before I give in and wrap my hand around my cock.
I’m already leaking, and the first stroke makes me groan loud enough to echo off the tiles. I brace one arm against the wall and let myself think about everything I’ve been trying not to think about over the past couple months. Julia’s taste. The quiet little rabbit sounds she made when she came. The way she looked at me afterward, like she wanted to eat me up even though she could barely keep her eyes open.
I imagine her here with me in the shower, the water bouncing off her belly. I imagine dropping to my knees and burying my face between her thighs, licking until she screams. I imagine sliding inside her and feeling her walls flutter around my knot as I fill her up.
I imagine her in my bed. Not for a night, not for a week, but forever. Waking up beside her every morning. Reading to our pups. Singing lullabies. Growing old together, gray-muzzled and happy.
