Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
Fisher
My entire body is buzzing. It’s half pleasure, half pain. Juniper beneath me is all curves and softness. Her skin feels like silk, and sliding inside her, pure heaven.
I’ve never had a woman own me physically in the way Juniper does. It’s like every sense is multiplied by a hundred. Every move a thousand times more pleasurable because she’s under me.
But it’s too good. I don’t think I can take any more.
Like she senses it, she shifts and nudges me over, so I’m on my back. She straddles me.
I think this is worse. Underneath her long hair, her breasts sway as she moves, her body is lit up by the moonlight.
I squeeze my eyes shut in the hopes that I can keep a grip on what I’m feeling, but it’s hopeless.
It’s as if an invisible thread is being wound around us and each second we’re bonded closer and closer.
She grips my cock around the base and whimpers as it finds her entrance.
“Juniper,” I choke out, my eyes flashing open because I can’t not watch her sink onto my cock.
She sighs as she lowers herself, and I think I might explode right here and now, filling her up, making her mine.
But she already is mine. She’s said as much. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve both known what we have is time limited, but we’ve formed a connection that feels years… decades deep. Maybe even lifetimes.
From the moment I met her, I’ve known there’s no guard up, there’s no game face, no facade. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sure of anyone.
She lifts her hands to her head, sweeping back her hair, the tendrils revealing her naked breasts like the lifting of a curtain. Somehow, she secures her hair behind her.
“Fuck,” I spit out. “Thanks for that.”
She smiles, cupping her breasts in her hands, then taking my hands and replacing hers. They’re heavy and firm and her nipples are red, sharp, and greedy, desperate for attention.
I flick them with my thumbs and she moans, sinking lower as she widens her legs.
She starts to shift, small intense movements, my dick deep inside her, like she’s milking me. Her walls tighten as she pulses over and over, and I can see my orgasm in front of me like a sheet of glass and I’m about to drive headlong into it.
I’m not ready.
Not this quickly. Not tonight. Not now.
I grip her waist and still her.
She tilts her head like she’s questioning me.
“It feels too good,” I say. “I don’t want to come. Not yet.”
She groans, twisting her hips.
“Fuck,” I splutter out on a laugh. “You’re incredible.”
“You make me feel incredible,” she says.
I push her up, slowly, gently, trying to take back control of this situation so I don’t come too quickly. She twists and flicks her hips, sliding me deep within her again.
“I want you to come,” she says in a breathy whisper. “I want to know you feel as helpless against the pleasure I can give you. Just the way I feel whenever you touch me.”
“Juniper,” I groan, my arms flopping down beside me in surrender.
She slides her palms over my chest and starts to move in a relentless rhythm, her hips slide and circle, and all I can do is lie there as she rides my cock.
Her hair begins to escape a little as she moves, the strands falling, stroking her body.
All of a sudden I’m jealous. When I’m gone, they’ll still be able to touch her.
My jaw tightens at the thought.
And then her movements get faster, like she’s trying to get to the end of the race.
“Juniper,” I call out.
“I want you to come, Fisher.” Her tone is desperate and needy and I want to give her anything she wants.
My entire body tenses, I smash into the wall of my orgasm, and unable to stop myself, I thrust up, up, up into her.
She’s shaking above me, her orgasm set off by mine, her head’s back as she cries my name over and over.
“Don’t stop,” she calls out. “Please don’t stop!”
I know what she needs. It’s the same thing I need. More. She needs to know she’s gotten all that she possibly can.
I pull her off me, and lay her down next to me while I dispose of one condom and roll on the next.
I don’t know how I’m hard enough, but Juniper makes anything possible.
Settling down beside her, I pull her back toward me so we’re on our sides and her back is against my front.
I push her top leg forward and press my cock against her.
She shakes as I circle my tip around the entrance.
“You want more?” I ask her in a whisper.
“Yes. Everything,” she pants back in response.
I slide into her, long and slow. She groans like she’s feeling me for the first time and she’s never felt anything so good.
I’m so hard, I’m dizzy from lack of blood flow to my brain.
I lean back slightly and I can see where we join, where she surrenders to my cock.
The condom glistens with her wetness as I pull out.
I hook my hands over her shoulders and I drive up into her.
“Yes,” she pants. “Like that.”
I slide my hands around her waist now, one finding her pussy. She’s all wetness. All over her. As my fingers find her clit, she calls out and tries to pull my hand away.
“No,” I chastise her. “You’re going to come now. But you don’t need to worry. I’m not going to stop fucking you. I’m going to keep going until you’re begging me to let you come again.”
I push into her and she dissolves, shuddering on my cock. I do exactly what I say I’m going to do and I keep fucking her. I keep playing with her clit, even though she tries to move away, I hold her firmly in place. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Fuck. Her words. The desperate tinge to her voice. It’s too much. The pull of her around me, the slipperiness of her clit. It’s sheer perfection.
“Fisher!” she whimpers. “I’m—”
“No coming,” I snap. “You greedy girl.”
I thrust up into her, harder now, wanting to push her right to the brink.
“Please,” she says.
“Breathe deeply,” I say as I slam into her. “No coming.”
I feel her insides shudder as she tries to pull in a full breath. “Fisher. I’m trying.”
“You’re such a good girl.” My voice is low and tight as the words slip out from my clenched jaw.
It’s as if I’ve located my autopilot switch, and I’m no longer in control of my own body. I lift her knee up, trying to get deeper, wanting to take everything from her, hoping tonight might last me a lifetime.
“Fisher,” she calls out.
“You can come for me now.”
She cries out in gratitude and her orgasm tears through her body like it’s the last time she’ll ever come. At the same time, my orgasm appears like the roar of an escaped dragon, thrashing its tail, knowing it’s finally free.
Except I don’t feel free. I feel bound. To her.
I wrap my arms around her, our breaths sharp as we pant, desperate for air.
Her body rises and falls with mine as we both try to descend back into reality.
“Make me a promise,” she says as our breathing returns to normal.
“Anything,” I say, and in that moment, I mean it.
“Promise me that at the end of tonight, we can pretend that I’ll see you tomorrow. I don’t want to say goodbye.”
I tighten my arms around her. “I promise. You’re incredible.
You’ve changed me forever,” I confess. “I didn’t realize I’d ever be able to feel…
like this.” She’s asked me not to give her hope.
I get that. There’s no point. And I don’t want to make our situation feel more biting than it already does, but I owe her the truth.
I want her to know that she’s come to mean more to me in a few weeks than any woman ever has.
“You are talented and kind and I’m… you’re the kind of woman—”
She shifts, and it stops me in my tracks.
She turns in my arms and we lock eyes. She shakes her head and presses her lips against mine, stopping me from saying any more.
Stopping me from telling her how my heart feels like it’s cracking in two at the thought of leaving.
Stopping me from telling her that I think I’m in love with her.
I don’t know what’s worse—having to live with knowing I love someone I can’t be with or never having met them in the first place.
There’s no point in railing against inevitability. I press my lips against hers and allow myself to melt into the moment.