Epilogue #2
His fingers hook into my shorts, dragging them and my underwear down in one impatient movement. I kick them away, suddenly naked while he’s still half-clothed.
“Beautiful.” His eyes rake over me, dark with hunger. “So fucking beautiful.”
I reach for his belt buckle, fumbling with cold fingers. “Off. Now.”
He helps, shoving his jeans and boxers down his legs. His cock springs free, hard and flushed and perfect. Before I can touch him, he lifts me again, carrying me to the bed and laying me across it with surprising gentleness, given the fire in his eyes.
He follows me down, caging me with his body, but instead of entering me, he begins a slow, torturous journey down my body. Lips on my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone. Tongue circling one nipple, then the other, drawing them into tight peaks that ache for more.
“Julien.” I lift my hips in a silent plea.
“Patience.” His mouth moves lower, across my stomach, down to the juncture of my thighs. “Let me taste you first.”
The first swipe of his tongue tears a sound from my throat I barely recognize.
My fingers clutch at the sheets as he settles between my legs, large hands spreading my thighs wider.
He takes his time, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit, building me up, then backing away before I can fall over the edge.
“Please,” I beg, voice breaking. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” He sinks one finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. “You’re being so good for me.”
The praise shoots straight to my core, clenching around his fingers as he continues licking and sucking at my clit. My hips buck against his mouth, chasing release, but he holds me down with his hand on my pelvis.
“Not yet,” he murmurs against my flesh. “I want to see your face when you come.”
I reach down, gripping his shoulders. “Then get up here.”
He gives one final, lingering lick before crawling back up my body. I pull him into a fierce kiss, tasting myself on his tongue while his cock grinds against my wet entrance, the head catching before slipping away again.
The teasing friction is maddening.
“Roll over.” I shove his chest.
Surprise flashes in his eyes before he complies, settling back against the headboard.
I straddle him, knees on either side of his hips, positioning myself over his length, and sink down slowly, inch by glorious inch, reveling in how his face contorts with pleasure and trying to stay in control.
His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh.
The stretch burns in the best way, my body accommodating his size until I’m fully seated, our bodies flush together.
“Fuck, Dakota.” His head falls back against the headboard. “You feel—”
I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow grind that makes us both groan. His cock hits deep from this angle, stroking places that make my thighs shake way too early. I brace my hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to lift and sink back down.
“That’s it.” His eyes lock on mine, dark and commanding. “Take what you need.”
I do. Setting a rhythm that makes pleasure coil tight in my belly, chasing the release he denied me moments ago. My breasts bounce with each movement, and he captures one in his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple before releasing it with a wet pop.
“Look at you,” he says against my skin, peppering kisses on my neck. “Riding my cock so perfectly.”
My core clenches around him. It shouldn’t affect me this much, but it does. Every time.
“You like that?” His thumb finds my clit. “Like being told how good you’re doing?”
“Yes.” My movements become erratic, hips stuttering as I chase the building pressure. “Ju—”
“Come for me.” His other hand grips my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Let me see it.”
I come with a cry that’s half his name, half incoherent sound, my body clamping down around him in rhythmic pulses.
“Good girl.” He guides my hips through the aftershocks. “Such a good girl for me.”
I try to slow my breathing, but he flips us, my back hitting the mattress as he settles between my thighs.
“My turn.” He hooks my legs over his shoulders, thrusting inside of me in one go.
The new angle drives him deeper, so deep I can barely breathe around the fullness as my calves rest against his shoulders, the position spreading me wide and leaving me completely open to him.
“Look at me.” His command cuts through the haze.
I force my eyes open. Rain still drums against the window, but all I see is him. The way his jaw clenches, how his muscles flex as he drives forward again.
Harder this time.
Claiming.
“There she is.” His thumb traces my lower lip. “Keep those beautiful eyes on me while I fuck you.”
Each thrust drives the air from my lungs, each withdrawal leaves me empty and aching for more. My fingers dig into his biceps, nails leaving crescent marks in his skin.
“Good girl.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “You’re doing so well.”
My pussy clenches around him, drawing a groan from his chest.
I tremble, my legs shaking where they rest on his shoulders. The rain pounds harder against the glass, matching the rhythm of our bodies.
“I can feel you getting close.” One of his hands slides between us, thumb circling my clit. “You gonna come on my cock again? Gonna be a good girl and let me feel it?”
“Yes.” My voice cracks. “Yes, please, I—”
The orgasm slams into me without warning. My back bows, legs trembling against his shoulders as I cry out his name. He doesn’t slow down, fucking me through it until the pleasure borders on pain, until I’m sobbing with it.
“Good girl.” His rhythm stutters. “So fucking—perfect for me.”
A guttural sound rips from his throat as he buries himself deep one final time. I feel him pulse inside me, hot and insistent, filling me in ways that make my core clench, milking every drop.
“Julien,” I gasp, my voice wrecked.
The aftershocks ripple through me, tiny sparks that make me twitch and whimper beneath him. His cock twitches too, still hard enough to tease that oversensitive spot inside.
He lifts his head, eyes glazed. “I love you.”
My breath catches, core fluttering around him as I whisper, “I love you.”