"Yours," Vivienne agreed, her own hands working on my jacket, my shirt, mapping the lean muscle I kept toned in the gym.
When we tumbled onto the bed together, I took my time despite the urgency thrumming through my veins. I kissed every inch of skin I exposed, used my mouth and my gloved hands to suck and stroke her stomach, her chest, before removing her bra and worshiping her large breasts. I came up for a kiss, even as my fingers rolled one of her nipples, and the other braced my weight over her.
I kissed down her neck, to her collarbone, before kissing my way to her breast. Once there, I hungrily sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, tonguing her hardened nub before sucking harder and trying to pull as much of her breast into my mouth as I could.
She was moaning and writhing beneath me even as I moved to give her other breast the same attention as the first. I worked my way down, kissing the soft flesh of her stomach towards her center. I lifted up to remove the last barrier, and once her dripping pussy was revealed, I couldn’t help myself.
I spread her legs even as she let out a little yelp of surprise, and dove in, first with long licks, just to provide a little stimulation and get her juices on my tongue, before going for more. My tongue entered her, exploring her drenched core to gather all her juices on my tongue.
Once I sucked up all her honeyed liquid, I nosed my way up and started giving her clit the attention it needed to have her dripping once again.
I sucked two fingers into my mouth, getting them nice and wet and brought them to her center. I got them in up to the second knuckle, and instead of ramming into her like men usually did, I slowly curved them up, putting pressure on a sensitive spot just inside her as I continued to strum her clit with my tongue.
Before long she was writhing and trying to get my fingers inside of her to move.
"Julian, please," Vivienne gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I need you."
"Tell me," I commanded, my voice rough with want. "Tell me what you need."
"You," she said without hesitation. "All of you. Now."
I reached for the condom I'd placed on her nightstand, my movements quick but trembling with need. I tore it open and rolled it on with shaking hands that only made Vivienne ache more for me—because this time, it wasn't just sex. It was survival. Reclamation. Proof that we were still here.
Our eyes locked as I settled between her slippery thighs. The head of my cock pressed against her, thick and throbbing, and she gasped as I eased inside her wet channel—slow, unrelenting, until I was seated fully within her.
We both froze.
My jaw clenched as I struggled for control, my hands fisting the sheets on either side of her head. I was big—she was still so tight around me—and the feeling of being wrapped in her heat, surrounded by her, nearly unraveled me.
"Okay?" I rasped, brushing a strand ofhair from her cheek, my gloved hand trembling ever so slightly.
Vivienne lifted her hips in answer, her legs sliding up to cradle my waist. "Perfect," she whispered. "Move, Julian. Please."
I obeyed.
Each thrust started slow, deliberate—long, gliding strokes that let us feel every inch of each other, every shift, every drag. Her slickness welcomed me back again and again, and the sound of our bodies colliding and separating only to continue again and again filled the space between us.
She clung to me, hands gripping my back, nails scraping lightly down my shoulders. "Don't hold back," she breathed. "Not with me."
That broke something in me.
I surged forward, my hips snapping harder into hers, the rhythm deepening with every stroke. Her moans grew louder, throatier, until she was panting beneath me, her body trembling as I filled her again and again.
"You feel like heaven," I groaned, pressing kisses down her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. "Like everything I didn't know I was missing."
Vivienne arched under me, her breasts pressing against my chest, her voice breaking as she cried out, "Julian—God—don't stop, don't you dare stop—"
I fucked her harder then, angling my hips until I found the exact spot that made her sob, made her nails dig into my skin like she was afraid I might disappear.
"You're mine," I growled against her skin. "Mine, Vivienne."
"Yes," she cried, breath hitching. "Yours—always yours—"
I reached between us, my gloved fingers strumming her clit in tight, relentless strokes, and that was all it took. Her body seized beneath me, a cry tearing from her throat as she came apart, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
The moment after she shattered, I followed—my release crashing through me with a groan that was part worship, part surrender. I pulsed inside her in slow, grounding waves, anchoring myself in her body, in the way she held me through it.
Afterward, I didn't move. I stayed inside her, lowering my weight onto my elbows, pressing our foreheads together as our ragged breaths filled the silence.
