Chapter 43
CHAPTER
FORTY-THREE
JULIETTE
My fingers grip the headboard as I slam down along his length. Hard. I grind my clit against his pelvis when I do, my head falling back as the welcoming tingling sensation slides throughout my entire body.
I’m close.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to keep from crying out. My hips begin to buck against his pelvis, grinding, searching, and then finally finding my release. Slade reaches up, his fingers curling around the back of my neck before he jerks me against him, burying my face in his neck.
Then it slides out.
I cry out against his throat, my hips continuing to roll as I ride through my orgasm. Slade’s hips lift beneath me, and they don’t stop. Even when I think I’m too sensitive, he continues.
Lifting my head, I look at him, whispering a plea. “It’s too much,” I whimper.
He growls, his jaw clenched as he looks up at me. My breath hitches, and his fingers, still curled around the back of my neck, grip the strands of my hair there, tightening his grasp as he looks into my eyes.
“It’s not too much,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “Relax your body, Jules. Breathe through the sensitivity and take it, honey.”
Take it.
Simple words, but he’s not feeling what I am right now. My clit aches. It’s so sensitive that it almost feels like it’s burning me, or maybe it might spark and catch on fire, both of which sound like a serious gynecological issue, but it’s definitely not.
So I clench my jaw, and I decide that I’m going to take it—just like he told me to.
Sucking in a breath, I hold it for a moment, then breathe out slowly. I force myself to relax as much as possible as he continues to lift his hips beneath me. The hand not in my hair is gripping my hip, holding on to me tightly, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
Then something shifts. It’s no longer pain I feel. Instead, it begins to feel warm. My blood seems to become thicker as it courses through my body, my belly dips, and what was almost painful just a few seconds ago now feels… amazing.
My eyes slide closed as my head falls back between my shoulders. I’m boneless, only staying up because Slade has a firm grip on my hair and hip. If he were to release me, I would fall forward.
I place my palms against his bare chest, my fingernails scoring his skin slightly. My breasts bounce with each thrust of his hips. Then, as if something is sending a jolt of electricity through him, he sits straight up, releases my hair and hip, wraps his arms around me, and holds me close.
“Finish, Jules. I need you to come again,” he murmurs as he leans forward, and I feel his lips touch the center of my throat. “Fuck me, honey. Come again.”
And those words, that purr of his voice against my throat, send vibrations throughout my entire body. I want that. I want to come for him, make him proud of me—even though that sounds absolutely ridiculous, even in my own head. But it doesn’t make it less true, ridiculous-sounding and all.
Curling my fingers around his shoulders, I hold on to him as I grind my clit down. My hips move back and forth, my gaze affixed to his. I’m going to make myself come. And I’m going to make him come completely and totally undone in the process.
We stare into one another’s eyes, both unable to look away. I clench my jaw, gnashing my teeth back and forth as sweat beads on my lower back and trickles between my breasts. His eyes slide closed as a low, growly groan bubbles up from his throat.
I don’t stop. I’m climbing higher and higher, so damn close that I can see over the edge. I’m ready to go, ready to fall. I grind myself down harder, bucking back and forth, until the telltale feeling begins.
Trickling sweat, tingling throughout my body, and then my belly dips once before it warms. The orgasm consumes me. It’s not quick and fast, not hard and electric like a lightning bolt. It’s like sweet molasses, flowing slowly through me, warming me, and making me feel loose.
Then he lifts his hips in one final thrust before I feel his warm cum fill me, pump into me. He empties inside me, and I collapse on top of him, my body beyond boneless, ready to slip into exhausted sleep.
His fingers gently glide up the center of my bare back, then down to my hip, before repeating the motion. I let out a sigh, wishing I could get closer to him, wondering if it would be possible to actually become part of him.
“I liked that a hell of a lot,” he murmurs, his lips touching the top of my head.
I hum, unsure if I can actually speak. I don’t try, content to stay just like this for as long as humanly possible, maybe even forever.
“Nothin’s ever gonna fuckin’ touch you, honey. Not ever again.”
My lips curve up into a grin. I love the sound of that. I hope it’s true. I want it to be, because I don’t ever want to leave here. My mind drifts to earlier this evening. It was the perfect night.
We ate pizza, and I was able to talk with Cade more. He was engaging, sweet, and beyond polite. I don’t know what I anticipated when it came to him, but he exceeded anything I could have expected.
After pizza, we cleaned up, watched a movie together as a little family, and then Cade remembered he had schoolwork, much to his father’s annoyance. I helped him as much as I could with it.
Thankfully, it wasn’t math, but I barely graduated high school, so needless to say, it’s not my strong suit. I did discover that helping him and learning about the things he’s studying was much more enjoyable at twenty-nine than it was at ten.
Once schoolwork was done, Cade went to bed, and I unpacked my things in Slade’s room, something he insisted on. As nerve-racking as it is to be here in this house with Cade just down the hallway, Slade assured me that it would be fine.
I’m not sure if he really thought that or if he just wanted to have sex. Didn’t matter to me, though, because I wanted to have sex just as bad, if not worse, than he did. Which leads me to this moment—my body draped over his, my face buried in his neck, and my heart racing.
Perfection.
And without even realizing what I’m doing, my eyes slide closed, and I fall asleep on his chest, with him inside me.
Again… perfection.