He kisses me urgently, wet and messy. I moan at the way he wants to devour me, how he’s tasting himself. I nip at his lower lip, and he rewards me with an approving smile. “Face down, legs spread,” he says against my lips, and then glances behind me.
The chair he sat in the night he watched me fuck my own fingers is where he wants me now. He toes off his shoes and shoves his pants off as I do exactly as he instructs. I bend forward, my breasts brushing against the plush velvet just before I feel his touch. His knuckles graze along the center of my ass as his fingers loop into the back of my panties. He tugs the materialto the side, causing friction against my clit, making me shudder. A small, needy whimper escapes me as I push back into him.
Sometimes a woman just needs to be bent over a chair and fucked.
“Your pussy is so ready for me, isn’t she?” he says. “Fuck, just look at how wet and swollen she is.” He taps the head of his cock along my ass. “Keep playing with her for me, Crowne. I want her nice and juicy.”
I smirk, loving the way he talks so damn dirty to me.
“Make me feel it, baby,” I say as I glance back over my shoulder. “Fuck me,hard.”
He hums a low, approving laugh.
I want to feel him long after he’s finished and still dripping out of me.
He drags his cock between my pussy lips, once, twice, and on the third, he pushes into me with one hard, fast thrust. Both of us groan with relief—the way he makes me feel so full isn’t something I can describe, it’s toofuckinggood for words.
Pulling back to the tip, he does it again. The angle of it reaches the spot that’s going to make me see stars. The stretch of him is enough to make me moan, but the way his hips roll forward has me taking it deeper and gasping. I work my fingers against my clit and drive my hips back to meet his. The sensations are so overwhelming that I almost can’t catch my breath.
His hand trails down my spine and his thumb runs along my ass as his hips roll, cock spreading me. I hear him spit, then feel wetness hit my skin and slide down my crack to my asshole. His thumb rubs his spit along my asshole gently as he drives his cock in and out of my pussy. “I want this one too.”
My pussy pulses in response. That’s a first for me, and it sends goose bumps along my skin, the sensation of it and the promise.
I reach one arm forward to grasp onto something as he fucks me harder. He doesn’t rush or chase, he pulls back with purpose and makes sure to feel every part of my pussy. I know he’s watching. He inhales sharply as he brings his cock to the tip just before he drives it back in to the hilt.
“Oh, god, Julian,” I groan. “I love—” I rush out, cut off by a whimper as he seats himself deep inside of me.
“That’s it, keep talking, Crowne.” He leans forward, his cock buried as he kisses the center of my back. His lips draw along the petals of the flowers tattooed there. I can’t see it, but I can feel the way he worships me. “What do you love, baby?” As he grinds in deeper, it steals my breath all over again. His arm snakes around me as his fingers meet mine and pinch my clit. I let out a raspy groan. But the roll of his hips slows, and he pulls my body up, pulling out and turning me to face him. I search his eyes, not wanting to be done yet. “Look at me,” he says as I spread my legs wider for him. His thumb moves up and down my pussy, breath labored, teasing what I really want.
“Tell me,” he says as he replaces his thumb with his cock, dragging it up and down from slit to clit.
“Julian,” I whisper, my eyes brimming with tears. Emotion floods forward as his eyes stay locked with mine.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, rolling his hips into me, spreading me all over again. He leans back, looking down at where my pussy stretches around him with every slowed thrust. A growl rattles his throat before he says, “Look at how you fit me, Crowne.”
Something’s shifted as he looks at me with tenderness instead of hunger, like he knew what I wanted and delivered, but somehow, this is what I need now. He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me, eyes never leaving mine as my fingers delve into his hair.
The intensity of the moment, the urgency of having him doesn’t change, but what started as fucking has turned into something deeper and more reverant.
“Julian,” I rush out as the exquisite pressure of him pushes me closer to tipping over with every pull and push. He buries his face into my neck, as if he needs to feel me, breathe me, hold me and never let go.
I feel weightless as he works my body with measured thrusts, the angle allowing him to grind against my clit, one arm braced around my lower back and the other cupping the side of my face, fingers tangled into my hair.
My legs tremor, and my core contracts—everything so full and so tight.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says, voice rasped as he fucks me deeper. He pulls his cock out just to the tip and then fills me harder. “Wait for me.” My eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure as he kisses my lips and then slowly pulls out, before fucking into me again even deeper. “I’ve got you.” It’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed—the pace of it, the fullness, the way he holds me, speaks to me, and looks at me. I can barely catch my breath.
“Julian,” I whimper. The pressure builds so deep within me, my nerve endings tingle. I can barely hold out, my emotions teetering as I give myself over to him fully.
His mouth covers mine in a barely-there kiss, his eyes never wavering as they look over every feature of my face. With one more roll and grind of his hips, his cock massages the spot that has my release crashing over me. I hold him tightly as I cry out, nearly screaming as my body pulses from every tip down to my very center.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, kissing up from my neck to my lips. He grinds into me again—once, twice, and moans my nameon the third as his cock throbs inside of me, filling me, and somehow making me want him all over again.
“I love you,” I say on a panted breath, my forehead pressed to his shoulder. My lips ghost against his skin, and I know he heard me, because his fingers flex and grip around me tighter.
“Say that again, baby,” he says, pulling back slightly to look at me. His smile reaches his hazel eyes as they find mine.
I exhale the breath I had been holding and smile as I repeat how I feel. “I said I love you. I’m in love with you, Julian.”
