Julia #2
He slides two fingers deep inside me, stroking me as he continues to feast on me.
My back bows off the bed as the pressure in me builds to unbearable heights.
“Let go, amore mio,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let go for me.”
I hold him to me, digging my nails into his shoulders, as I cry out into the dark of the bedroom.
I see nothing but his eyes as he watches me lose control. As he watches me shatter.
My body convulses with wave after wave of pleasure so intense my eyes nearly go blind. I clutch at his skin as I lose control.
Ricardo stays with me, easing me through the storm, his tongue and fingers working me, licking and sucking, until I'm a quivering, boneless mess beneath him.
When he finally rises over me, he’s breathing heavily. I've left my mark on him, the scratches on his shoulders. He looks feral. Possessive. The animal I know he is.
My animal.
His cock is hard and heavy against my thigh.
“I need you,” I whisper, reaching for him, wrapping my hand around him and stroking.
He groans, his eyes darkening.
“Julia.” He says my name like a man saying his final prayers.
I guide him to my entrance and spread my legs wider. I'm so wet, so ready for him.
He enters me slowly, giving me a chance to adjust to him. My body opens for him like a flower. He's huge. Always has been. It's a stretch, a beautiful, delicious stretch that makes me feel full.
He pauses, buried to the hilt.
My eyes flutter open.
His are closed, and he's trembling.
“Ricardo?” I whisper.
He opens his eyes and the raw, naked emotion in them takes my breath away.
“I almost lost you,” he says, his voice rough. “I almost lost both of you.”
“You didn’t.”
“But I almost did.”
He starts to move, a slow rocking of his hips that sends jabs of pleasure through me.
I pull his head down to mine and kiss him. “You didn't. We’re right here.”
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper.
"Be with me," I murmur against his mouth. "Love me. Fuck me."
He growls and kisses me again, hard and demanding. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, taking possession. He picks up the pace, his strokes becoming longer, deeper.
His hands are everywhere, tangled in my hair, cupping my face, gripping my hip. He's devouring me, reclaiming me.
The bed creaks, our skin slaps together, the sounds of our lovemaking fill the room. The rhythm is ancient, primal. A dance as old as time.
The outside world is gone. There is only this room, this bed, this man.
This new life we created together.
My body clenches around him as another orgasm builds.
I meet him thrust for thrust, my hips rising to meet his. My body is slick with sweat. My hair is damp and sticking to my forehead. I’ve never felt more beautiful.
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight. "Don't stop," I gasp.
"Never," he growls.
He’s watching me. His eyes are fixed on mine. He’s not just fucking me. He’s loving me. He’s showing me. Showing me what I mean to him.
It’s more than I can bear.
My heart is full of him.
My body is full of him.
My soul is full of him.
I cry out as pleasure washes over me. I ride the waves, my body shaking with the force of the orgasm and my love for this man.
I'm wrung dry, but Ricardo doesn't stop. He slows his thrust down but never stops. He goes back to those long, languid strokes, stimulating my sensitive nerves but not so much that it's painful. He's in no rush. He's savoring me.
Savoring us.
My eyes roll back into my head at the sheer pleasure. I moan. "Ricardo."
He kisses me softly. "Just a little more, amore mio. I'm almost there."
I don't know how much more I can take.
My head falls back, and my toes curl with the simple pleasure of him moving inside me, like we have all the time in the world.
He’s a beautiful man, all hard planes and tight muscle. I run my hands down his back, feeling the shift of his muscles as he moves.
He’s a beautiful man, and he’s mine.
My heart aches with it.
"I want to feel you come inside me," I whisper.
But, still, he's in no rush. He’s determined to take this slow. To worship me, every inch of my body, with his.
I'm not sure how long we go on like that. I lose all track of time. I'm just a bundle of nerves, a vessel for pleasure, and I can feel another orgasm starting to build.
This one is different than the others. Not as intense or desperate. It's deeper. Slower. Like he's pulling it from the deepest part of me.
Like he's exposing me, and there's nowhere to hide.
I've never been more vulnerable in my life.
I've never felt so safe.
My entire body tightens as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge, my breath catching in my throat.
"I love you, Julia, I love you," he says in between thrusts.
"I love you too," I moan. "Don't ever stop."
I don't know if I'm talking about his fucking or his love. But I don't want either of them to ever stop.
I try to hold on longer, make this moment last forever, but I can't. I come undone, my body arches languidly under his as the orgasm starts deep inside, washing over me in a slow, warm wave.
My pleasure is all that matters to him now. He continues thrusting into me, stretching it impossibly further, my walls clenching around him so hard I can feel every inch of him as he moves in and out of me.
Finally, he shudders above me and groans, burying his face in my hair. His hips stutter, and he buries himself deep inside me. His warm seed spills inside me, filling me completely.
We lie there for a long time, our hearts beating frantically inside our chests. My body is limp and sated beneath his.
He’s still for a moment, then he starts to pull out.
“No,” I protest, wrapping my legs tighter around him. “Stay.”
I can feel the smile against my neck. "I'm too heavy for you."
"You're not," I say. "I like your weight on me."
He settles back down, careful not to put too much pressure on my stomach.
We lie in silence for a long moment. I feel the slowly steadying rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest, more comforting than any lullaby.
My mind is quiet, for the first time in days. The fear is gone. The worry is gone. There's only the solid weight of him on top of me and the warmth of him still inside me.
This is my sanctuary.
This is my home.
I feel myself start to drift off to sleep, my body heavy and replete.
"Julia?" he whispers.
"Hmm?" I murmur, half asleep. My mind is floating, and I'm too relaxed to open my eyes.
He doesn't answer.
I feel his hand move from my hair to my stomach. He traces my still-flat stomach with a finger.
My own hand covers his, lacing our fingers together.
Then I'm drifting away, my mind finally at peace. I barely hear the words. The words he whispers to my stomach. The words he whispers to our child.
"I will always protect you," he whispers. "All of you."
I fall asleep with my heart full.