The way our bodies move together feels too good, and I know I could come within moments. The full length of him is buried as I find purchase, one hand gripping at the nape of his neck, fingers fist into his hair as the other holds myself up as I brace my palm on his chest. My fingers fist his shirt as I roll my hips again, only this time, it’s like it unleashes something he’s been holding back. He thrusts up, fucking into me deeper, no more taking his time.
“I’m so close,” I whisper, wanting to come and also not wanting it to end. The intensity of how he’s looking at me, the fullness of him inside me, the build-up to this point, and the need we both share are nearly as good as I know the payoff will be.
“Come on, let me feel it,” he says, and something inside me releases. My eyes lock on his as my orgasm slowly starts like it’s crawled along my skin quietly, until this very moment at his command, when he pulls his hips back and then thrusts them at the same time as I roll mine. Body tensing, my mouth falls open, but not a single sound leaves me as I completely unravel around him. But I don’t stop moving, wanting more as Julian fucks me from below.
One—oh god. Two—right there. Three—I feel him tense completely, holding my body tight to his until he comes just as hard, his mouth open and buried in my chest as he moans, wet lips brushing the curve of my breast. I keep moving, readying to chase another orgasm that feels like it’s built up again.
With my fingers tangled in his hair, I hold around his shoulders, forehead pressing along his as we try catching ourbreath, enjoying every last pulse of an orgasm that’s left me panting all over again, and him nearly shaking.
Minutes tick by before he loosens his hold around me. He leans back, seemingly dazed and content. Hair messy from the way my fingers toyed with it, lips smirking, hopefully replaying every little detail of what we just did. My body is still keyed up and wanting, my pulse racing against his chest. I feel undone and vulnerable, my clothes bunched and stretched out. The smell of sex, of us, lingers around us. A smile takes over my face as he grins up at me, dragging his fingers up between my breasts and up my neck, gripping my nape and pulling me to him. “Still nowhere near done,” he says before punctuating it with a deliciously slow kiss.
“Come inside,” I say, pulling back. “I need to be fed, then fucked. And if you can make me come like that again, I might ask you to stay this time.” I nip at his lower lip.
One hand frames along the side of my face, keeping my lips close to his when he responds, “I love a good challenge.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Julian
“There’sa place in Maine that Birdie is always talking about,” Wyn says as a piece of hair falls from the way she’s tucked it behind her shoulders.
Without thinking, I push it away from her face, tucking it behind her ear as she keeps talking. She looks so damn beautiful like this—hair messy and cheeks pinked. Her vest is only buttoned in one place, and her feet are bare as she sits on the counter in front of me. I did that to her, made her wild and come undone. Of all the things I’ve done in my life, watching her talk to me so comfortably, and the way she makes me feel just by being close to her, might be at the top.
“She went when she was younger,” she carries on. “Found a lighthouse attached to a beautiful bed-and-breakfast and said itwas the most incredible winter solstice of her life. I’ve always wanted to see it,” Wyn says as she drizzles honey over the almost-stale bread.
“You never went?” I ask as she holds up the bite of sticky bread and cheese to my mouth.
She shakes her head. “I haven’t.”
I take a bite, and then she licks her finger before assembling another one. “We should go,” I say mid-chew.Fuck, that’s good.
“To Maine?” she asks with a little laugh.
I lean forward and bite the piece she’s just put together. “Sure. Anywhere.” I look at her staring back at me, surprised I would suggest it. “I’d go anywhere you want, Crowne.” Leaning in closer, I nip at her lip. “Thought that was clear by now.”
She looks down at my lips and runs her thumb along my chin and the scruff of my beard. “It sure is starting to be.”
“Can I have a bite of that?” I ask, glancing at the cake she pulled from the fridge.
She nods, smiling, and digs the fork next to her into the side of the layered cake and then holds it up for me to bite.
When the frosting hits my tongue, I almost hum. “Why is that so good?” I mumble.
“All my mom. She can make just about any dessert the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. Her superpower.”
“I can’t cook. Or bake, but I can make a decent cup of coffee and order one helluva pizza,” I say, wiping up the honey that dripped on my shirt.
“You should probably just lose the shirt,” she whispers, scrunching up her nose.
I grab the bottom of it and lift it up and over my head, tossing it off to the side.
When I look back at her, she’s paused licking along the side of her thumb. “That was rather easy.”
I keep my eyes on hers when I take a step back and yank my belt out of the loops of my jeans. Smirking, I toss it to the floor and then unbutton my pants. “I wildly misjudged how much you would enjoy me doing this,” I say teasingly.
She smiles. “You’re very nice to watch. Might be one of my favorite things.”
I unbutton and then lower the zipper, taking my pants off. Kicking them to the side, I pull off my socks and then fix my dick so it’s tucked up and into the waistband of my boxer briefs. “That’s better,” I tell her as I move back to where she’s perched, nudging myself between her legs so I can be close to her again.
