“Shirt off!” I snap. I need to see all of him. He sits up and rips his shirt off. His head flies back, moaning loudly, as I drag my hand down to the cup and squeeze his balls.
What must we look like right now?
Half naked, laid out for the taking, that’s what.
My legs are open wide and my boobs are slapping up and down as the strong muscles in his forearm strain, pumping me hard while he’s also fucking my hand with his dick.
Oh lord.
The thought alone puts me over the edge. I screw up my eyes. I’m going to come so hard, I can feel it in my toes. My body begins to tingle, my back arches up, and my legs shoot out straight.
“Yes…that’s it,” I cry while he pushes a third finger in, and I clench around him, screaming out my release, convulsing right here on the dining room table.
His fingers pull out in a rush, and he grabs my thighs to drag me to the end of the table. Pushing my legs back, he slams into me, knocking the air right out of my lungs.
Oh…ouch.
Holding himself still, he leans over me, pushing my legs back so my knees are at my ears, and our faces are nose to nose.
He circles his hips in different directions, stretching me open. He slides out, then slowly pushes back in, repeating this afew times until I feel a rush of moisture below. “Yes, baby. There it is,” he breathes against my lips, then veers back and slams into me.
“Do you know how much I adore you, Juliette?” he cries out as he hits me deep with hard, punishing thrusts. “You are everything to me.”
I nod, unable to speak, my emotions completely overwhelming me.
Our eyes are locked, and even though he’s fucking me hard on the dining room table, there is still a deep intimacy between us.
Without breaking eye contact, he pushes up and throws my legs over his shoulder. His hands grip my hip bones, and he holds on tight, moving me forward and back, using my body to please himself.
“Harder, H.” I need more. I need everything he has. “You feel amazing.”
He loses all control at my words and really lets me have it, moving at a pistol pace. His eyes scrunch up, and he turns his head to bite the side of my ankle, trying his hardest to hold back from coming.
I’m right there with you, H.
Another orgasm begins too build quickly. This one is deep down, burning through my body, ripping its way through me to escape.
“Touch yourself,” he pants. “You need to come right this second.”
My hand moves between my legs, I barely brush over my clit, and we orgasm in unison. Violent quivers overtake my body while his head is thrown back, groaning loudly as I spasm around him, milking every last drop.
He releases my legs and helps me sit up so we’re chest to chest. I wrap my arms around him tightly and bury my head in his chest, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.
This is not a rare occurrence. I often feel like my heart could explode with pure happiness when I’m with his man.
“Mon petit papillon. My perfect girl, you are the light of my life,” he whispers against my ear.
“It is you, Harrison, who is the perfect one.” I smile softly and hold my arms out for him to pick me up.
I wrap myself around him and kiss him with all my might.
Wet lips trail my exposed back, waking me from a deep slumber. “Come on, baby, wake up.”
“Mmm. What time is it?” I turn my head and see it’s only five thirty in the morning. “No. Nope. Goodbye.” I mumble and soon after feel myself slipping back to sleep.
“Jules, get up.” Harrison kisses my heart-shaped beauty mark. “I want to take you down to the beach for sunrise.”
“Oh. That’s romantic.” I smile into my pillow, listening to him pace around, willing myself to get out of this cloud-like bed.
