Chapter 22
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
LOOT
Instead of slamming inside her body in one thrust and fucking her hard until I come, I take my time. I’m fairly certain that isn’t something Juliette wants for the first time, and without a doubt, there wouldn’t be a second time if I did that.
This is about her. Making her comfortable. Making her feel good and then making me feel good as the reward. Because this is a reward, being naked with her. Touching her. Kissing her. It’s the ultimate reward.
My mouth moves down her body, stopping at her chest. Shifting my mouth to her breast, I swirl my tongue around her nipple before I suck her in deep, my teeth gently sinking into her flesh.
Looking up, my eyes focus on hers so I can gauge her reaction. Juliette’s lips are parted, her lids heavy, and she arches her back, pushing her tit closer to me as she fists the sheets beside her hips.
I feel her body move beneath me, searching for more. Knowing my mouth on her nipple isn’t going to be enough, I shift my hand between us, my fingers gliding through her folds, and groan against her tit.
She’s wet—soaking.
Juliette whimpers, her hands flying to my biceps, and that’s when I feel her nails sink into my flesh. Releasing her tit with a pop, my mouth works its way over to the other one.
Never one to leave a job unfinished, I give her other nipple the same treatment, this time swirling my fingers around her clit at the same time my tongue circles her nipple before my teeth sink into her flesh.
“Slade,” she exhales. “Please.”
Please.
Hmm. I like the sound of that. A lot.
Slowly, I glide one finger inside her wet heat, her body jolting and tensing slightly from the intrusion. Smiling against her tit, I release her with a pop. Curling my finger inside her, I use my thumb to draw circles against her clit.
Rising to my knees, I slip a second finger inside her, stretching her. She lifts her hips, meeting my fingers’ strokes. Her back is arched, her neck too, her eyes sliding closed as she lets out a breath.
“What do you want, Jules?” I ask through gritted teeth.
I try to keep my tone from sounding too demanding, but I’m certain I fail. Her hands slide from my biceps down my arms to my forearms and then encircle my wrists as she looks at me, her lips parted, her eyes barely open. She’s fucking beautiful.
“You,” she exhales. “I want you, Slade.”
She can have me—at least in this moment. Anything else is yet to be determined. “Are you going to come for me?” I ask.
Her body trembles as I continue to move my fingers inside her tight, wet heat. She lifts her hips, meeting my motions and searching for her release. Her pussy flutters around my fingers, begging for release.
I watch as she climbs higher and higher, her breathing coming out in heavier pants the closer she gets. I want to feel her cunt strangle my fingers, then I’m going to fuck her until her cunt strangles my cock. I want it all. Call me fucking greedy.
Juliette’s head shakes from side to side against the pillow, her light-brown hair spread out on top of it, looking like an absolutely fucking beautiful wild mess.
Then the noises start, the sweet hums and moans as her pussy flutters.
I don’t stop moving my fingers inside her, my thumb against her clit, not until she loses control.
And when she does, it’s fucking amazing. Her entire body clenches, her cunt clamps down around my fingers, trying to keep me inside her, and her back and neck arch as she throws her head back.
Stunning.
Absolutely stunning.
I gently guide my fingers from her body and position myself so the head of my cock is against her center. I ache to be inside her warmth. Her body calls to me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
My eyes stay on hers as I slowly, with every ounce of self-control I have, sink into her body, stilling once I’m rooted deep inside her. I expect her hands to move to my biceps again, and my arms shake as I hold myself up so I’m not crushing her.
But her hands don’t grip my biceps. Instead, I feel her fingers glide through my hair, her nails scratching my scalp as she finds purchase on the strands at the back, holding on to me there.
We stare at one another for a moment in silence.
I allow her to adjust to my intrusion, my eyes searching hers, hoping that this is what she wants as badly as I do.
Being connected to her, it’s something I didn’t know would feel this good and at the same time something I didn’t know could feel this way.
“What do you want, Jules?” I ask softly, trying to hold back as I take slow breaths through my nose and out of my mouth.
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, tugging on the flesh there, and then she tightens her grasp in my hair, her gaze never leaving mine. Her next words shock the absolute shit out of me.
“I want you to fuck me, Slade. Lose control, make me come again—hard.”
Say fucking less.