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“I have been making love to you. Since the first time,” I tell her because it’s the truth.
Her eyes glimmer back at me.
For once, I said something right.
She adjusts her position a little higher, lining up my tip with her entrance, and then presses down over me.
We both groan at the feeling of me almost filling her in one solid thrust. The feeling of no condom—the slippery heat of her—the trust she's giving me… it all takes me to the edge, teetering on losing control and taking her as hard as I can to fulfill the carnal need to solidify this bond.
It only takes a couple more thrusts until I’m buried to the hilt inside of her.
Juliet whimpers into my shoulder to muffle her noises from the unsuspecting… or maybe suspecting, family on the other side of the house.
If we were in my home, I’d demand to hear her cries and every moan she makes for me. But I’ve probably already scarred her for life from the looks we got walking out of the men’s bathroom last night. Though I walked out proud as fuck to have Juliet’s hand in mine.
“Ryker, more,” she begs, her fingernails clawing into my shoulder blades.
I can feel her legs beginning to shake around me.
She’s close.
I reach between us and circle her clit with my thumb.
“Oh…” she whimpers.
I know I have her now but I don’t know if I can hold back.
Being bare inside of her gives me more friction and sensation than I’ve ever had. Everything feels so much more vivid.
“Harder… please,” she says.
I do as she asks.
“I’m your husband, Juliet. I’m yours now,” I tell her.
I feel her nod against my shoulder as she keeps her grip on me.
“This cock is yours and I’ll give it to you whenever you want… however you want it.”
I increase my thrusts until finally, I hear her moan loudly and grip the back of my neck. My name comes out of her mouth as a plea and her body pulsates around me, milking me so tight that I can’t hold it any longer and I come right after her, unloading deep without a condom. The experience is unmatched—like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Everything with Juliet is like something I’ve never felt before. And I plan to hold on to this feeling for as long as she lets me.
I give us both a minute to recover from what we just did, and then I lower her feet to the porcelain bathtub and back up so that she can wash off first.
I pick up the body soap at the end of the shower and hand it to her.
“That was… amazing,” she says, and then trails off.
“Yeah,” I say back, doubting that there’s even vocabulary to properly explain the feeling I just had.
I pull her hair off her shoulders and watch as her long raven locks cascade down her bare back—one of my favorite images.
I lean down and set a soft kiss on her shoulder as she washes her body.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” she asks.
“I hope so,” I tease.
