17. Chapter 17 #2
Her eyes widen, but she scoots back, purposely dragging her soaked cunt across my cock before bending to thoroughly lap her juices from my abs. Then she works her way back up my body with her tongue out.
I grasp the back of her head and suck her tongue into my mouth, my cock pulsing at her sweet, salty taste.
“Reno,” she gasps into my mouth. “I need you. Now. Please.”
Fuck me sideways up the ass if I don’t need her just as much. “Condom. Hurry,” I tell her, urgently pushing her up so she’s sitting astride me. My penis is so swollen, I’m a little concerned I might not be able to hold back until we get that damn protection on. He’s ready to plunge in head first.
Juliette unwraps the rubber and sheaths my shaft before positioning herself over me. She reaches for my dick, rubbing it through her wet center before angling the head against her opening.
“Take me, baby. Let me feel that pussy eat me up,” I growl as she begins to lower herself.
I’m dying to give her clit the attention it deserves, but I’m afraid the peppermint oil on my fingers isn’t safe for that most sensitive area. A trip to the hospital for some kind of vaginal burn is not how I want this evening to end.
So I grip her hip with one hand and cup her breast with the other, thumbing her nipple. It hardens beautifully for me. “Take your time and work your pussy down on me, Juliette. I want every inch of my cock buried in your sweetness.”
“That’s… a lot of inches,” she pants, and I grin. Because what guy doesn’t like hearing that? “Talk me through it. I love when you do that.”
And I love speaking my filthy thoughts to her. “You can take it, dream girl. Roll those hips for me.” With my guidance, she does, sinking further down onto my stiff rod. “That’s it. Such a good girl with a perfect pussy. Made to take my cock. Made to be fucked.”
Juliette whimpers and swivels her hips in tiny circles until she’s worked herself all the way down on my erection. “So good,” she tells me, her eyes turning into aquamarine jewels in the delicate light from the candles. “I like when it hurts a little bit.”
I’m not the kind of guy who enjoys hurting women, but I can’t deny the effect her words have on me. My cock swells, stretching her inner walls even more. I abandon her hip and cradle both her breasts in my hands. They are the perfect size, filling my palms like they were made to be there.
With my thumbs and forefingers, I pinch them hard, earning me a succulent cry from the woman on top of me. “Fuck me, baby. Show me what you’ve got,” I rasp.
“Oh god, Reno,” she breathes, her voice pitching up an octave as she lifts and lowers herself on my dick. The friction and heat threaten my tightly held control.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Say my name. Tell me whose cock you’re riding. Who’s going to get you off tonight, Juliette?”
She slides up and down again, her eyes rolling back and her lids shuttering closed. I miss those beautiful gems immediately, but when she tips her chin to the ceiling like she’s in ecstasy, I decide I can deal with it. Because Juliette has entered full-fledged goddess mode.
“Reno. Fuck, Reno. You’re so deep.”
I slide one hand up to her beautiful face, tracing her lips with my thumb as she bounces up and down on my dick.
“You really are my dream girl,” I tell her. “I could watch you ride me all night long.” Dropping my hand, I cup her throat, and her eyelids drift open. “Is this okay?” I ask, watching for her reaction.
I can see the lusty film of desire in her gaze when she nods. “I like it.” She rests her hands on my broad chest for leverage and works her pussy up and down my length, faster and faster. Her ass slaps against my pelvis as the sights and sounds and smells of sex fill the room .
I’m meeting her hips with my own, pounding so hard up into her, I’m afraid we may break the table. When I tighten my fingers and thumb around the sides of her neck, Juliette lets out a series of ohhh sounds, each longer than the last.
“That’s it, baby. I can feel your hot little cunt tightening around me. Show me how a good girl comes.”
Juliette’s entire body shudders, and she throws back her head as a hell of an orgasm takes over.
She’s riding me with furious pumps of her hips, her hands sliding sensuously up her body to plunge into that mass of blonde hair.
I’ve never seen anything quite so provocative as she loses herself in the act of orgasming.
Words stick in my throat as I simply watch her taking me, that beautiful body writhing and riding and coming so damn hard she’s about to break my cock in half.
I don’t care what anyone says. This— this right here —is the greatest show on earth.
With three more heaving breaths, Juliette collapses forward onto my chest, her face nestled in my neck.
“Wow,” she pants. “That’s about all I can manage right now.”
“Wow indeed,” I say with a chuckle, easing my hands down to her round ass. She’s slowed her pumps, and I can still feel her pussy fluttering around my dick with the aftershocks of her climax.
“Sorry I went without you,” she murmurs, breathing heavily against my now damp flesh.
“Hey,” I admonish, urging her to look at me with a nudge of my chin. She lifts her head a little, those lovely eyes meeting mine with a sated fog clouding them. “Never apologize for giving me your pleasure. It’s all I want.”
Weirdly enough, it’s true. My own pleasure has taken a backseat to my desire to satisfy this woman. Well, my greedy cock disagrees, but the rest of me is happy with the results.
Juliette cups my face and kisses me slowly, her tongue finding entrance into my mouth. Our mouths meld together, and we’re totally lost in each other until she finally breaks away.
“I want to make you come now,” she says against my lips, and my cock offers his willingness to volunteer for that particular activity with a sharp twitch inside her. When Juliette tries to sit up, I hold her against me.
“No, like this. I want to feel your body against mine.”
We begin to move together, her tits pressed against my chest, her knees bracketing my hips. My fingers dig into her ass, urging her to grind her clit against me. Do I want to come so hard my brain explodes? Yes. Do I want to feel Juliette come around me again? Also yes. In fact, hell yes.
We start out slow, with hard, deep grinds of our pelvises, but after a few minutes, things grow more heated as our bodies reach for that ultimate peak.
“Kiss me,” I demand, and her lips crush mine in a tangle of tongues as we go primal on each other.
It’s not gentle, but it’s so fucking intimate, bodies rocking and mouths fused together.
I slide one hand up to clutch her hair and allow her to take over…
and she does not disappoint. Keeping her chest against mine, she lifts and lowers her hips, fucking me to within an inch of my life with loud slaps of flesh on flesh.
Our joining is sticky and sweet, hot and supremely dirty. I feel it the instant she turns that corner from searching to finding, her next climax within reach.
“Reno,” she moans into my mouth. “I’m…”
“I know, baby. I can feel it. Come with me this time.” My hand fists roughly in her hair as I hold her head in place to accept my lust-fueled kiss once again. My release jets up the length of my dick at the same time Juliette’s walls clamp around me.
I come so hard, I lose the majority of my senses. I can’t see; I can’t hear. All I can do is feel. And I’m currently feeling some very big feelings…
And they aren’t entirely sexual.
“What is that thing?” I ask warily as Juliette unwraps a smallish disc in the bathroom.
She looks up at me in surprise. “A shower steamer. You haven’t used any of yours yet?”
I shrug. “I saw them in the basket in my bathroom but didn’t pay much attention to them. I figured it was girly soap or something.”
She tosses the metallic wrapper in the trash and holds up the disc for me to sniff. It’s slightly smaller than her palm and smells fresh and soft.
“This one is called Ocean Cottage, and it’s my favorite so far. You just toss one on the floor of the shower and let the aroma mix with the steam.”
She drops it at the edge of the enormous shower but not directly beneath the spray. A few seconds later, I catch a whiff of that fresh scent mixed with something minty.
The shower is a replica of mine, lined with intricate tiles of taupe and teal. And also like mine, it’s huge. You could probably comfortably fit eight people in here.
But it’s just us stepping in and closing the glass door. Juliette and me. Together. I try not to think about the time we have left, which is seeming all too short with each day that passes.
We hold each other. We kiss. I clean between her legs and wash her hair. She does the same for me. I whisper soft words of praise to her while my hands roam over her slick body. We kiss some more.
And I don’t want this night to end. But there’s that stupid rule one hanging over my head like a precariously perched boulder. So after we get out of the shower and dry off, I get dressed and fold up the massage tables before placing them on the front porch.
And then I go back to cottage five…
Wishing I was still in cottage four.