Chapter 29 – Juliana
T he sun is already well above the horizon when I wake the next morning.
We were both exhausted by the time sleep finally claimed us after spending hours claiming each other.
The song of the sea and Liam’s gentle snoring have me smiling into my pillow.
His hand is resting on my bump and his morning wood is digging into my ass. It’s my new idea of paradise.
Over the water, I can hear a boat’s engine idling and voices.
Good thing they didn’t stop by yesterday evening.
I’m not sure it would’ve stopped us. That was the best, most freeing foreplay experience of my life.
The thought of a repeat, even now, has me squeezing my thighs together.
“Maybe I’m an exhibitionist at heart after all,” I murmur to myself.
“Does this mean you want me to allow other men to watch when I fuck you?” he asks in his deliciously gritty morning voice.
Rolling toward him, I grin at his tousled hair and sleepy eyes. “Are you saying you would? There’s a boat out there.”
“Local fishermen more than likely. And, fuck no, I wouldn’t, Jules. No one else gets the privilege of seeing you naked.”
“Way to stifle my naughty impulses,” I say, feigning annoyance when in truth I love his possessiveness.
“Well, in the interest of exploring a budding kink, I suppose they can listen.”
I shriek when he swiftly rises to his knees and parts my thighs. God, he’s insatiable and who am I to complain? Liam has me for breakfast and warns me not to hold back a single moan he plans to earn or he’ll tickle me. Keeping silent would’ve been a losing battle anyway.
Once we can’t hear the fishermen anymore – I hope they simply moved on for fishing reasons and not because of us – he kisses my belly. It growls in response and he says it’s time for my breakfast.
“I agree.” I reach for his cock, but he gently pushes my hand away.
“Real food, Jules. We didn’t have much to eat last night. Your nourishment is much more important than my hard-on.”
“Soon, not yet,” I beg, though I don’t try to touch him again. His eyebrows do that sexy and sweet questioning thing, and I rub my hands along his strong arms. “It’s been one night, but I love waking up beside you,” I admit.
He stares at me with a look of total adoration.
Every doubt my insecurities want to dredge up, Liam blasts to oblivion with the warmth of his gaze.
Ten years of marriage I tried to give my all, but I realize I never felt loved like this.
It stirs me deep in my soul. It’s something so powerful that it would normally scare me.
This morning, it doesn’t. I’ve loved him for a long time as my friend, but could I be in love with him?
Here in paradise, it feels as though the sky's the limit.
“Truth or Dare?” he murmurs.
A moment of panic seizes me. Can he read my mind? “Dare,” I reply.
He smirks. “Walk to the beach naked and back.”
“All the way? You said you didn’t want…”
“I did, but you’ve learned how seriously we take Truth or Dare in my family.”
“May I opt for Truth instead?”
His eyes flash in a manner that tells me it’s what he wanted me to say in the first place. “What did you wish for yesterday at the banyan tree’s waters?”
I stroke his jaw, relishing his curiosity and recalling the word that came to me - Brave. “I’ll tell you what I wished for if you tell me yours,” I say instead of giving up my secret wish.
His dimples appear with his grin. “Guess our game is at an impasse.”
“Guess so.”
“What shall we do?”
“I dare you to make love to me.”
His response is in his kiss, an unequivocally yes.
Grace and strength combined, he slides between my thighs, wrapping a lock of my hair around his fist as he folds me against him.
I can feel his tip brushing my entrance.
I relax my muscles, yearning for his possession.
His hips thrust forward, claiming my pussy an inch at a time.
I wince even as I relish the pain. “Sore?” he murmurs, kissing his way along my collarbone.
“A bit. I think we broke some sort of sex marathon record last night. For me at least.”
“We did. It was a record-breaking night for us both.” He nips at my ear, making me giggle as my heart absorbs his admittance. I know he’s had a lot of sex with a lot of different women, but what we have here feels special. I hope it’s that way for him.
Once he’s fully sheathed in my channel, the hint of pain is forgotten as he starts to move, the beautiful rhythm and incredible sensation robbing me of any worrisome thoughts. Like he said, thinking is overrated when you’re supposed to be feeling, and I’m feeling a lot.
My fingertips trail down his warm back to his firm ass as he picks up his pace.
I roll my hips to meet his thrusts, kissing his shoulder, biting it gently.
He’s mine and I want to leave my mark on him, a lasting one.
His morning stubble prickles my throat, sending pleasing tingles through me.
His chest hair tickles my breasts and more arousal pools in my core as he keeps pounding into me, pushing me toward another climax.
But, I don’t let it carry me away so much that I miss the chance to watch Liam when he finds his release.
That blissful expression, the flash of vulnerability and wonder in his eyes, his powerful roar of completion when I feel him swell and come inside of me, it’s raw and sexy and poetic all at once .
Breathless and sated, we lay together for a long while afterwards and I know the answer to my earlier internal question of whether or not I could be in love with Liam. There’s not a shred of doubt.
And, that scares the hell out of me.