Chapter 49 #2
“I know, baby,” I said softly. “You should see yourself. It’s beautiful.”
And then — slowly, carefully — I rolled my hips up against hers.
Once.
Deliberate. Slow. Controlled.
Her whole body jerked.
“Fuck—”
I caught her face in my hands and kissed her hard, swallowing the curse, the shock, the absolute rage that I hadn’t done it sooner. That I’d only done it once. That she knew I wouldn’t do it again.
“You’re shaking,” I whispered, brushing my nose against hers. “You want to come that bad?”
She nodded, eyes wild.
“Tell me,” I said. “What do you need?”
“You,” she rasped. “I need you. Your hands. Your mouth. Your cock. I don’t fucking care, Ansel, just do something—”
I kissed her neck.
Then her shoulder.
Then back to her mouth. But every touch was soft, tender, completely counter to the way I’d just ground against her like I meant to tear her apart.
“I will,” I murmured. “I promise. I’m going to fuck you so good you forget what it feels like to breathe.”
Her breath hitched.
“But not yet.”
“Ansel.”
“I told you,” I said, pulling her flush to my chest, lips brushing her temple. “First time’s going to be perfect. You’re not just going to come. You’re going to sob. I’m going to ruin you slow. And that?” I kissed her again. “That takes time. And a bed. And at least six hours.”
She groaned, sounding genuinely tortured, and collapsed against me.
And I held her. Stroking up and down her spine, petting her hair like she hadn’t just begged me to destroy her.
Because I could.
I wanted to.
But I wanted her more than I wanted to fuck her.
And she was worth the wait.
Even if it killed me.
But she was still writhing beneath me, little pants escaping from her mouth, lips turned downwards as she continued to search for the relief she needed.
“You want it that bad, pretty girl?”
Juniper nodded, nearly frantic, gasping as I rolled my hips just once, enough to make her cry out.
“Say it.”
“I want to come,” she panted, grinding up against my thigh. “Please, Ansel. Please.”
I slid my hand lower, fingers brushing between her thighs through the thin fabric. “God, you’re soaked,” I growled, pressing a slow, perfect circle just where she needed it. “You’ve been begging all morning. You earned it, haven’t you?”
She nodded again, but I stopped moving.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please — don’t stop.”
In one fluid motion, I lifted her, settling her astride my lap, her legs straddling me. “Alright, kid.” My lips brushed against her pulse point. She rocked against my cock, straining hard against my sweats. “But you’re going to see fucking stars.”
I rutted up into her, just once, just enough to make her whine when I pulled the pressure back. I tugged her shirt up, bearing her perfect tits to me. “Open your mouth,” and she did — god she was obedient. “Hold this for me, will you?”
Her teeth closed around the fabric of her shirt. The sight of her, breasts heaving, pupils blown wide, aching for me — it was almost too much to bear.
“Stay right there—” I fished around for my phone. “—gotta have this forever.” I leaned back, unlocking my camera. “Is that alright with you, baby? Can I take this picture and keep it for every night I’m away from you? To remember how fucking good you are for me?”
Juniper nodded, nostrils flaring as my camera captured the hottest thing I had ever seen in my forty years on this earth.
Tossing my phone aside, my palms slid up her ribs to cup her tits properly, lifting them, thumbing over already-sensitive nipples. “Fuck, these—” I breathed. “These are insane. Look at you. You could destroy me with one bounce. I don’t think you even know what you do to me, baby.”
I licked a slow stripe between them, then dragged my tongue around the soft underside of one breast, not even touching the nipple yet. Just mouthing at the skin. Worshipping her like it was holy.
“Fuck baby,” I groaned, mouthing her breast. “I’m going to lose it in my pants, kid.”
She laughed — a breathy, addicting, sound — “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she managed, each word punctuated with a stream of pants. The shirt fell from her mouth, draping tantalizingly over her chest.
I groaned, switching to the other side, sucking gently until I felt her breath catch. Her fingers threaded through my hair, yanking just enough to make me hiss.
“That’s right,” I muttered, nipping her. “Give me your tits, baby. Fuck — so perfect. You were made to be in my mouth.”
Then I got serious. I sucked her nipple between my teeth, flicked it with my tongue, and felt her hips stutter above me.
I braced both hands on her hips, holding her down against me, even as I bucked up — not enough to appease her, but enough to make her gasp. Make her curse and arch and clench around absolutely nothing.
“Say it again,” I said, voice low and mean. “Tell me what you want.” But Juniper only shook her head, breath catching. Like it killed her not to say it.
I slid one hand between us, under the waist of her shorts, dragging my fingers through the slick mess between her thighs. She was soaked — wet enough to ruin me — and I didn’t even pretend to play fair.
“Jesus, baby.” I smeared her arousal over her clit, slow, deliberate. She whimpered. “You’re killing me. Riding me like this. Fucking dripping for it. You wanna come, don’t you?”
Her whole body stuttered. But still no answer.
I grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. “You think I’m just gonna give it to you? I’m still waiting for you to tell me I was right. That this was never fake.”
She bit her lip, hips twitching. Still grinding down, still desperate. “I can’t,” she whispered with an infinitesimal shake of her head.
“Yes, you can.” I pulled back just enough to look at her. “You want it? You say it. I’ve got you. I’ll give you anything, but you have to say it.”
She broke.
“You were right,” she choked out. “God, I want to come so badly — Ansel, please — It was never fake. Not for me.”
That was it. That was the moment.
I curled my fingers under her chin and kissed her like I’d gone to jail for it.
Truth be told — I had.
She kept grinding against me, mouth ajar as I rubbed tiny circles against her clit. “Come on baby,” I whispered against her skin, rutting up into the covered warmth of her. “You’ve been so fucking good. Let go.”
And when she did—
It was glorious.
With a breathy moan — an attempt to say my name — and a jerk in her movements that could have sustained me for a year, she fell apart on top of me.
Her whole body arched. Her tits pressed hard to my chest. Her thighs clenched around my hips and she shattered, crying out like her orgasm tore her in two.
I kept one hand on her back, the other on her breast, thumbing her nipple while she came — long, and wild, and loud. Like she’d been waiting years for it.
And god… I couldn’t help it. The feeling of her trembling against me, her wetness digging against my erection, the sound of her breaths and her tits in my face.
I spilled in my pajama pants, pressing my lips to her throat to keep myself from shouting out.
Her body was still trembling when I kissed the center of her chest, right between the swell of her breasts, and let myself exhale against her skin. “Jesus Christ,” I murmured. “You’re… you’re everything.”
She was half-limp in my lap, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet mine. “Mmm,” she hummed. “And here I thought you were taking your time.”
I gave a breathless laugh, dragging my hands up her back, holding her close. “I was.”
“You sure about that?” She shifted just slightly — a wicked little roll of her hips — and I flinched. Hard.
“Juniper.” My voice broke. My cock twitched under her, soaked through, my pants a goddamn mess. I didn’t even try to deny it. “I fucking warned you.”
She smiled, smug and gorgeous. “Thought you were gonna hold out. Be patient. Make it last.”
“I was,” I panted. “But then… you came in my lap with your tits in my mouth and I didn’t stand a fucking chance.” I leaned forward again, nosing at her collarbone, trailing soft kisses up to her jaw. “Not when you sound like that. Not when you ride me like you were made for it.”
She melted against me, boneless and warm, her hands drifting into my hair again. I kissed her throat, murmuring filth like it was worship.
“You’re so goddamn perfect, Juniper. I could come just looking at you. Every inch of you—” I kissed one breast, then the other, so slowly it bordered on reverence. “You’re better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. Better than any wet dream.”
She shivered, despite the heat. “You’re such a mess.”
“Only for you.” My mouth closed over her nipple again, gentle this time, just a soft flick of my tongue before pulling back to whisper, “Only ever for you.”
She stroked my hair, tracing behind my ear. Her voice dropped to a murmur. “You gonna change your pants now?”
“Eventually,” I said, grinning into her chest. “But right now I’m busy thanking God for your tits.”
She laughed, low and lazy, and kissed the top of my head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m in love,” I whispered. “I can’t be held responsible.”