I trail my fingertips over her soft skin, caressing her curves and dips. Emotion overwhelms me when I reach the faded scars on her lower belly.
“My perfect girl,” I whisper in awe as I brush my thumb over the marks. “You gave me the most incredible gift.”
Julie squirms, attempting to hide herself, but I gently still her hands.
“Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. Please. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Every part of you.”
I lean down to worship her body with tender kisses, determined to show her just how much I cherish all of her, scars and all. She gasps and sinks her fingers into my hair.
“That’s it, let me make you feel good,” I coax her as I continue my reverent exploration with hands and mouth. “Let me love you, Julie.”
I climb back up her body, alternating soft licks and nips along the insides of her thighs. She’s trembling now and twisting her hands in the sheets as needy little whimpers escape her throat.
After I settle between her spread thighs, I look up at her from under my lashes. “Tell me what you want, Julie. I’ll give you anything, everything.”
“Your mouth,” she pants desperately. “I need your mouth on me. Please, Blake!”
Well, I’ve never been one to deny a lady.
Keeping our gazes locked, I slowly lower my head and let my breath tease over her swollen, glistening flesh. Her hips buck up, seeking more, and I smile.
I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh and then dive in, licking a long stripe up her slit. Holy hell, when the taste of her explodes on my tongue, I have to grip her hips to keep her still as I feast and explore every fold and crevice. I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before suckling it between my lips.
“Oh God, Blake, yes!” Julie cries out, back arching off the bed. She tangles her hands in my hair to hold me right where she needs me.
I can’t get enough of her reactions and the way she moves against my mouth. I love the breathless pleas and praises spilling from her lips. I want to make her come undone, to shatter her into a million pieces and put her back together again.
Slipping two fingers inside her tight channel, I groan at the silky heat gripping me. She’s so damn responsive her walls immediately flutter around my digits. I pump in and out, curlingto hit that sensitive spot, as I continue my relentless assault on her clit.
Julie is writhing now, head thrashing on the pillow, a litany of “yes” and “more” and “don’t stop” filling the air. I can feel how close she is as her body tenses and quakes. Determined to push her over, I redouble my efforts.
A keening cry rips from her throat as her orgasm crashes through her. I work her through each wave of pleasure, gentling my touch as the last aftershocks fade.
As I kiss my way back up her body, I savor the sweet taste of her skin. When I reach her mouth, I claim it in a searing kiss so she can taste herself on my tongue.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “I love you so damn much it hurts. I need you, Julie. Need to be inside you, part of you. Please let me make love to you.”
Her eyes fill with emotion and she nods.
Excruciatingly slowly, I push inside her wet heat, groaning at the unparalleled feel of her surrounding me. Her walls grip me like a tight fist, as if she’s been made just for me. And as she wraps her arms around my neck and digs her nails into my back, I believe it’s true.
“You feel...” I can’t even finish the thought. Instead, I lose myself in the sensation of our bodies joined. I start to move, my thrusts deep and purposeful, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back in her head.
“God, Blake,” she pants out. “Oh, God. I’ve missed this. Missed you.”
Her words spur me on, and I increase my pace, driven by the sounds of her pleasure and my own building need. She rakes her nails down my back and wraps her legs around my hips, urging me on.
“Faster,” she moans. “Harder.”
And Jesus, does she know how to light a fire under me.
I pound into her, our bodies slapping together in a symphony of lust and desire. I’ll be the only man she ever needs, the only one she ever remembers.
“I love you, Julie,” I groan out as I pick up the pace even more. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too, Blake,” she cries out, her orgasm building on the horizon. “Never... thought... I’d...”
“Thought what, baby?” I grunt as I drive into her one last time.
