Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
HUDSON
S lowly, I guide her to lay on her back, and finally, I peel the rest of my towel away from my body. She sees my hard cock, standing proudly, and reaches for it, but I push her hand away.
“Not yet,” I tell her.
“You’re punishing me,” she groans.
“It’s what you deserve,” I reply, biting down on her lips before returning my attention to her breasts. I don’t stay there long before I start kissing down her midsection, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake.
Juliette’s eyes are closed, her fingers clamped against the rug, pulling at the fibers in anticipation. I take my time with her, kissing down her thighs, dangerously close to her core that’s already dripping with arousal. The heat and sweet scent of her sex call to me, but I resist the urge to dive in just yet. I lick around her thighs, moving as close as possible without ever making contact with her aching clit. I can tell by the way her body shivers and writhes whenever I get close that she’s desperate for it, but I delay, toying with her, building the anticipation.
“Just do it already!” she cries. “Just fuck me already.”
I ignore her pleas and move to her other thigh, torturing her the same way. After what feels like an eternity of teasing, I stop and look up at her, watching the frustration and need in her eyes.
I smile and lift both her legs, exposing her completely to me. She’s glistening, wet and ready, and finally, I allow myself to indulge. I position myself between her legs and breathe her in first, memorizing her scent, knowing I’ll want to remember this moment long after it’s passed. A pang of regret hits me, knowing in a few days she’ll be gone, but I push it aside as my fingers find her slit.
Juliette trembles as if a million volts of electricity just passed through her. I rub my fingers over her clit, catching the swollen nub between my fingers, making it more prominent. Then, finally, I lower my head and let my tongue run over her clit, slowly sliding a finger into her at the same time.
She goes stiff, her body freezing as the pleasure overwhelms her. For a moment, she’s completely still, and then she explodes with a scream, her juices gushing out as I lap at them greedily, my tongue working her clit while my fingers pump in and out of her.
Juliette’s moans grow louder, echoing off the walls, no doubt waking the entire mansion. She shows no sign of restraint, and I don’t want her to. I continue pleasuring her, alternating between sucking on her clit and thrusting my fingers deep inside her, playing her body like an instrument, coaxing out more and more of those beautiful sounds.
This goes on for several minutes until Juliette can’t take it anymore. She pushes me away, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s drenched in sweat, her skin glowing, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
“Your turn,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
I don’t argue. I lay back and let her take control, eager to feel her mouth on me. She doesn’t punish me the way I punished her. Her hunger is too great for that. She starts slowly, though, rolling her tongue around the tip of my cock, collecting the precum that’s already leaking from me, a sign of just how much I need her. She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she does it, the sight of her mouth on me, her lips wrapped around my cock, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, firm but gentle, as she slowly takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I let out a deep groan, unable to hold back, and that encourages her. She starts bobbing her head up and down, taking me deeper each time, her saliva coating my cock, making it easier for her to slide me in and out of her mouth.
The sensation is incredible, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue skilled and teasing as she works me over. I grip the rug beneath me, trying to hold on as she pleasures me with a combination of her mouth and hands, her movements deliberate and precise, driving me closer to the edge with every stroke until I explode in her mouth.
After what feels like an eternity, she pulls back, her eyes locking onto mine as she wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
“Now, how was that?” she asks me, her voice sultry, laced with the satisfaction of knowing just how good she’s made me feel.
“I see I’m not the only one capable of great things,” I say, my breath still heavy, heart still pounding from the way she worked me over.
“You flatter yourself too much,” she replies with a playful smirk, but there’s a fire in her eyes that tells me she’s far from finished.
I pull her closer and kiss her, this time harder than before, my hunger for her intensifying with every second. We aren’t done with each other. The hunger persists; it’s a wanton beast that won’t go away until it is fully satiated. And satiate it, I intend to do.
I set Juliette down beside me, positioning her so her face faces the fireplace, the flickering flames giving her blue eyes an almost otherworldly glow. The sight of her, bathed in the warm light, only fuels my desire further. I kiss her deeply as I set myself behind her, raising her legs up for easier access. She bites down on her lips as I slide myself in, her wetness immediately welcoming me, wrapping around me in a warmth that sends a shiver down my spine.
I don’t move for a while, simply letting myself savor the sensation of being inside her, the tightness, the way her body grips me, contracting and relaxing as if getting used to my presence. I can feel every inch of her, every subtle movement, every heartbeat that pulses through her. It’s intoxicating.
I hold onto her waist, my fingers digging into her soft skin as I finally thrust myself in, hard and urgent. Juliette screams, the sound raw and primal, and then she turns to look at me over her shoulder. There’s wildness in her eyes, a plea for more, and she gives me a gentle nod, urging me to continue.
And so, I do.
It becomes a dance of hunger, a rhythm that we fall into naturally, our sweaty bodies slamming against each other with a desperate intensity. The world outside ceases to exist; there is only us, the heat of the fire, the slick slide of our bodies moving together, the sounds of our moans and gasps filling the room.
I thrust into her over and over, each movement more powerful than the last, driving us both closer to that inevitable edge. The muscles of her walls tighten around me, gripping me as I push deeper, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out, her fingers clawing at the rug beneath her.
Her back arches, pressing her ass harder against me, and I take the invitation, pounding into her with everything I have. The force of it drives her forward, but I pull her back each time, keeping her locked in place, her body at my mercy.
Juliette’s moans become louder, more desperate, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She reaches back, trying to grasp at anything she can, her hands sliding over my thighs, my hips, urging me on, needing me to take her even harder. I oblige, my pace quickening, the need to push her over the edge driving me wild.
The sound of our bodies slapping together is loud, echoing off the walls, mixing with the crackle of the fire. I’m lost in the sensation, the feeling of her tight and wet around me, the way her body moves with mine, the way she moans my name as I push her closer and closer to release.
I reach around, my hand finding her clit, rubbing it in time with my thrusts. The effect is immediate—her body tenses, her breath hitches, and she lets out a scream that echoes through the room as she comes, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. I don’t stop. I keep fucking her, driving her through it, her body shuddering beneath me, her walls clenching and releasing around my cock.
She’s trembling, her body spent, but I’m not done. I want to feel her come again, to feel her fall apart in my arms. I keep thrusting, my pace relentless, pushing her beyond what she thought she could handle. Her moans turn into cries, her body quaking with the force of another orgasm building inside her.
I can feel myself getting close, the pressure building in my core, but I hold back, wanting to draw this out, to make it last as long as possible. I want to see her completely undone, to know that I’m the one who did this to her, the one who made her feel this way.
Juliette’s fingers dig into the rug, her knuckles white as she tries to ground herself, but there’s no escaping the pleasure that’s overtaking her. Her body is a live wire, every nerve ending on fire, and I’m right there with her, my own body trembling with the effort of holding back.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I grab her hips, holding her still as I drive into her one last time, hard and deep. She screams my name as she comes again, her body convulsing around me, and I let go, my own orgasm ripping through me with a force that leaves me breathless.
I spill into her, my cock throbbing as I release everything I have, my body shuddering with the intensity of it. We collapse together, our bodies still connected, still pulsing with the aftershocks of our pleasure.
The fire crackles beside us, the only sound in the room besides our ragged breathing. I’m still inside her, still hard, but neither of us moves. We’re spent, completely sated, and for now, that’s enough.
The world could end tonight, and I won’t care. I’m here, deep inside of her, and blissful. This is the best feeling in the world.