She moves over me, rolling her hips to drag me in and out of her tight body, her muscles quivering, nails biting into my chest where she holds onto me for support.
I am a needy, desperate man. My thumbs roll over her peaked nipples, the perfect mounds of her breasts fitting in my hands just right as her hair falls down her back in honey waves. There’s a beautiful pink tinge to her cheeks, and her lashes flutter as pleasure takes control.
She grinds against me, letting go of the softest moan as she does, her pussy soaking me, and asmuch as I want to roll over, push her legs onto my shoulders and fuck her until she can only remember my name, I don’t. Not yet.
Juniper needs more from me.
She needs trust.
Safety.
And I’ll give all of that to her. So, she can use me, take what she needs from me and bleed me dry if she wants to.
“Silas,” her dark eyes meet mine, a little glazed, lids hooded as her face reveals her pleasure.
“Take what you need,” I rasp, my muscles tightening with every roll and grind of her hips. She’s so damn warm, so fucking tight I’m surprised I haven’t fucking blown by now. It’s been a while, but I refuse to go before she does. “Use me. Ride me, Juni.”
Pushing onto her knees, she moves too far away for my hands, but then she lifts and slams back down, hitting deeper and I swear a whole explosion of stars burst behind my eyes. She does it again, riding me like I told her to, lifting and sitting over and over, squeezing my cock with every thrust.
“Look at you,” I praise. “You look so fucking pretty riding me like that. Keep going, let me see you fall apart. Make a mess of me.”
Her rhythm falters as my words deliver what I intended them to and her pussy spasms, squeezing me impossibly tighter.
“I’m going to come,” she cries breathlessly, her body convulsing as the pleasure courses through her, so I let my hands go to her thighs, keeping her moving over me. I lift my hips just a little, so I can grind against her clit as she moves over me, giving her exactly what she needs to get herself there.
And it is a fucking sight.
Not sure I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than Juni falling apart. She bites into her bottom lip when she comes, using me to drag out every second of her pleasure, and that view alone has me falling right off with her. My groan echoes off the walls as I spill into her, her pussy squeezing me for every last drop, twitching as I empty into her.
She collapses down onto me, and my arms immediately go around her, keeping her against me as we steady our breathing, bodies sticky and skin slick with sweat.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, feathering my fingers up and down the dip of her spine.
“I’m okay,” she breathes, turning to face me as she pushes up a little to look down on me. I’m eager when she leans in to kiss me, but we both freeze when a little knock sounds on the door.
“Daddy?” Rosie’s sleepy voice has us both scrambling, but Juni moves too quickly, throwing herself off me without judging how much space there was on the mattress beside me and rolls right off the bed.
“Shit!” I hiss, immediately reaching for her, panicked that she’s hurt herself.
But then the first tinkle of her laugh reaches my ears, and my eyes widen at the sound. Melodic and light, it hits me right in the chest; the sound working through my veins, but it’s that smile… Her eyes are twinkling, the edges creased in amusement as she tries to hide her laugh behind her hand.
“I’m good,” she shakes her head, still giggling, and lets me help her to her feet. “I’m going to hide in the bathroom.”
She’s still laughing to herself when the door clicks closed, taking the sound away from me.
“Are you sleeping!?” Rosie’s voice is louder. “Daddy, I can’t get in!”
Shit.
Rushing to find my clothes, I throw them all back on and then run my hands through my hair, trying to pull off a just woke look and not the just fucked look I am probably sporting. Hiding Juni’s clothes, I right the sheets and then head to the door, flicking the lock open to find my daughter on the other side, eyes still droopy from sleep and hair mused, sticking up more on one side than the other. She’s clutching her stuffed bear under one arm and when she meets my eyes, her brow creases into a disapproving frown.
“Sorry, bug,” I usher her toward the kitchen so Juni can dress in peace and sit her at the kitchen island, “Must have forgotten to unlock it.”
She pouts, “Where’s Miss Juni?”
“Probably still sleeping,” I lie, “Do you want breakfast?”
With a huff, she nods so I get to work preparing her some yoghurt and berries with a glass of orange juice. My son appears next, rubbing his eyes as he takes the spot next to his sister.
