Adrenaline is a funny thing. For some people, they need to be reminded that they’re alive. And if my wife needs my cock after everything that went down today, then that’s exactly what she’ll have.
“Take me out,” I order her before biting her lower lip hard enough to taste the coppery essence of her blood on my tongue. When her hand wraps around my shaft, I push up into her grip, urging her to touch me harder. “I’m not feeling gentle, Natasha.”
She shakes her head manically. “No. I don’t need gentle. Fuck me hard. Jesus, please, Julian.”
I rip her panties in two and toss them aside, and then slam inside her, making us both groan with how perfect it feels.
“Yes,” she whispers as she starts to move. “I love how you fill me up.”
“I never stop wanting you,” I growl before lifting her shirt, pulling her bra down, and wrapping my lips around her hard nipple. “Christ, you’re all I fuckingsee.”
Her hips are moving fast, up and down, and I know I won’t last like this, with her so desperate for me.
“I need you to come, baby.” I press my thumb to her clit, and she shivers. “That’s right. I need you to come all over my cock. Give it to me.”
She moans, and then her walls contract around me, milking my own release from my body, and I come hard, pushing up until we’re a panting, sweaty mess.
“It’s a mind fuck to be inside you with your face bruised up, Natasha.”
She lets out a surprised laugh and then kisses me hard before wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight.
“I’ll go up and wash it off. I’ll be normal again when you pick me up later.”
“I love you.”
She smiles down at me, and everything in my world is fucking perfect. “I love you too.”
Forty-Four
NATASHA
“I’ll go up with you,”Julian insists as he escorts me to the elevator. “I know you don’t like this building.”
I can feel his come seeping out of me, and I’m reminded that I really do need a bathroom. But also, in the light of day, with everything else that’s happened, this building doesn’t seem so ...scary.
“It’s the middle of the afternoon, so there shouldn’t be very many people at Rapture, right?”
Julian’s gaze finds mine, and he lifts an eyebrow. “It’s not open yet.”
“Can you get in anyway?”
He turns to face me now and tips my chin up. “I can get in. Are you saying you want that tour?”
“I’m feeling particularly brave today,” I reply with a small smile. “So, if you have the time?—”
“I have all the time in the world for you.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket as he pushes the button for Rapture, and I assume he calls Rome. “I’m stopping in at Rapture with Natasha, just for a tour. We won’t be long. Thanks.”
He hangs up and slips his phone back in his pocket, then threads his fingers through mine and lifts my hand to his lips.
“This is a good idea,” he says. “You can see it when there’s nothing going on.”
He leads me out of the elevator and down a hallway, and we’re in the bar area. I remember this from that night that Elliott brought me here.
That was so long ago now.
“Lulu works here,” I say softly, taking in the black leather, all the bottles of liquor behind the bar, the low tables with couches surrounding them.
“Yes, part time now,” Julian agrees. “Each person is allowed two drinks, max.”
