Chapter 64
CHAPTER
SIXTY-FOUR
JULIETTE
I’ve come to the conclusion that Slade won’t touch me unless I give him explicit permission to do so. I know he’s being considerate. It’s very sweet too. I can tell he’s scared to death of traumatizing me further.
It just makes me fall in love with him that much more. I honestly don’t know how he’s stayed single this long. I’m without a doubt certain it was solely by choice. I can’t imagine a woman not trying to hold on to him with both hands and never letting go, because that’s exactly what I plan on doing.
I don’t think he realizes that no matter what Victor did to me, I’ll never, ever feel his hands on me when it’s Slade’s. There is just something so inherently different about them.
Slade is the only one I want.
The only one I can feel.
Everyone and everything else just melts away.
The memories, Victor or otherwise, everything vanishes when Slade is near me.
There is only him.
Rolling over in his arms, I look up into his face. He’s still relaxed with sleep. After he came down my throat last night, he forced me to stand, which, honestly, I’d do just about anything he asked, so it wasn’t really forced.
But when he sank to his knees, his mouth was instantly between my legs in the shower. It was amazing. I didn’t think foreplay like that could feel so good. I loved every second of it. And then we dressed and came home.
Home.
It’s not really my home, even though it feels like it. Technically, my home is the empty condo. I’m not sure I could make it a home, though. Just thinking about walking into that place makes me feel sick to my stomach.
I don’t think I could really go back there. I wonder if Slade will just let me stay here forever.
He’s asleep, or at least appears to be. As I stare at him, his eyelids flutter open and his eyes find mine. I watch as a lazy smile appears on his lips. He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything, mainly because I don’t let him.
Shifting forward, I press my lips against his. I place my palm against his shoulder and gently push him over onto his back before I climb on top of him, straddling his hips.
If he didn’t want to roll onto his back, he wouldn’t. I know that I’m not stronger than him. He allows me to roll him onto his back. He allows me to straddle him—and thank goodness, because I don’t know how much longer I can be near him and not have him deep inside me.
Breaking the kiss, I lift my hips so I can adjust myself so the head of his cock is against my center. All I have to do is sit down and sink along his length to take him inside me.
Slade’s fingers curl around my hips, and he holds me in place. Dipping my chin slightly, I look into his eyes. I can see the question mixed with concern. Shaking my head once, I shift my hands, my palms pressing against his chest as I look down at him.
“I want this,” I state, and I mean it. With everything I have, I mean it. I want him—want this.
He shakes his head once. “You don’t have to, honey.”
Leaning down slightly, I take the head of his cock inside me. I don’t sink down any further, even though my body screams at me to slide all the way down and ride him until we’re both seeing stars.
“I want to, Slade.”
And without another word, I sink down along his length, taking all of him inside me. Sitting up, I straighten my arms, my palms on his chest. He stretches me, almost to the point of tearing me in half, or at least that’s how I feel… and it’s amazing.
Throwing my head back, I close my eyes as I let out a long exhale. I want to move, but I don’t yet. His hands grip my hips then slowly slide up my waist, gliding up my ribs, before he curls his fingers around my breasts.
He flexes his fingers, his thumbs sliding along my hardened buds before he pinches my nipples. My head falls between my shoulders as my hips begin to roll. I move, unable to stay still.
It’s been over a week since he’s been inside me, and I didn’t realize how much I missed it until this moment. I knew I missed it, knew I wanted it, but I had no idea just how badly. My entire body trembles as I try to take this slow, to savor every moment.
“Look at me,” Slade demands.
Straightening my head, I dip my chin slightly and gaze down into his eyes. I don’t stop moving, my hips on a search for my release. Knowing just how good he makes me feel, I’m not going to stop until I find it. His fingers continue to pinch and tug my nipples.
“I want you to look into my eyes when you ride me. I want to see your face when you come.”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I don’t stop moving. His fingers feel so good. Every tug, every pinch of my nipples, is one second closer to sending me over the edge. Rolling my hips, I grind my clit against his pelvis.
“Slade,” I exhale.
It happens without much of a warning, a warmth that begins deep in my belly and then moves throughout every part of my body, flowing through my blood as I come. I don’t stop moving my hips.
I want to draw this out.
I want it to last forever. And then his hands abruptly release my breasts, and I feel his fingers grip my hips as he holds me down, keeping me from moving.
He comes.
And it’s perfect… just like him.
Just like us.