like, inside of her.
I roll her underneath
me again, kissing her deep, and shuddering at the feel of her body
yielding to mine, the heat of her bare breasts against my chest. I
slide my grip lower, settling one hand on her hip. Gently, I slide my
thumb just a couple of inches under the waistband of her jeans.
Juliet tenses in my
arms.
I pause, propping
myself up on one elbow above her. She’s laying there, dark hair
fanned out like a halo around her face; eyes heavy-lidded and dark
with desire. My dark angel, so full of mystery and pain.
I stroke my thumb below
her waistband again, teasing under the lacey top of her panties.
Juliet catches her breath, but her eyes don’t leave mine. They burn
into me, full of wordless questions and curiosity.
I trail my hand across
her stomach, watching it tremble under my touch. I slowly unbutton
her jeans, then pause again, watching her.
She doesn’t look
away.
I dip my head to hers,
kissing softly as I slowly pull down the zip on her jeans. My hands
are shaking, I realize, like some green kid who’s never been past
second base. Me, Emerson Ray, who’s laid more girls than I can
count; struck dumb and shaking just from the sheer anticipation
sliding her jeans lower, and stroking gently across the lace of her
panties.
Juliet gasps against
me.
I stroke again, soft,
circling gently between her thighs. She’s already damp, wet for me
through the fabric, and I have to grit my teeth to hold back from
ravaging her right now. I force myself back to keep up the slow
touch, pressing gently, responding to every gasp and sigh she makes
against my lips. Juliet’s body rises with every touch until she
bucks against me, eager, and I finally slip my hands inside the
fabric and stroke my fingers down to touch her, hot and wet and the
center of my fucking universe.
I stop breathing, and
slide one finger inside.
Juliet lets out a
whimper, but it’s a distant echo to me. My heartbeat pounds so
loudly, I can’t hear a thing. There’s nothing anymore, nothing
except the feel of her, so tight and soft, and ready for me.
Everything I’ve ever wanted. All I’ll ever need. Time stops as I
slide another finger inside and she gasps, arching up again as I
start to stroke my thumb, circling, building the pressure, moving
with me against my hand as I stroke, and pulse, and cling on to the
last distant thread of self-control until Juliet cries out and her
body shudders against me.
She falls, limp and
surrendered in my arms.
I collapse on the sand
beside her with a gasp. Her eyes are closed, lips parted as she gasps
for air.
She’s mine now.
It’s the truest thing
I’ve ever known. Like gravity. Like endless swell of the ocean
waves. She’s mine, and just the idea of another man touching her
now—putting his hands where mine have been—is unthinkable.
I reach and gently
brush a lock of hair from her eyes. She smiles against my touch, not
opening her eyes. “Wow,” she breathes softly, and I feel like I
just scaled Mount Everest in a single stride.
“I’m just getting
started,” I promise, my voice coming out a low growl.
She blinks her eyes
open at me, questioning.
I grin, tracing down
her collar-bone. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be
begging me for more,” I tell her, circling her nipple with my
fingertip. She shivers, and I feel another wave of lust. “You don’t
even know what you’re body’s capable of yet. But I’m going to
teach you. You’re going to come so many times, you won’t remember
your own name.”
Juliet blushes, and I
have to laugh. She’s still so innocent, it’s like a drug to me. I
get to be the one to show her, every inch of her body, all the
hundreds of ways I’m going to make her come, screaming my name.
A noise comes, from
further down the beach. Yells, and the sound of an engine. Light
comes cutting through the dark, a flashlight, coming our way.
“Shit,” I curse,
and move to cover Juliet’s body with my own. She scrambles
I roll her underneath
me again, kissing her deep, and shuddering at the feel of her body
yielding to mine, the heat of her bare breasts against my chest. I
slide my grip lower, settling one hand on her hip. Gently, I slide my
thumb just a couple of inches under the waistband of her jeans.
Juliet tenses in my
arms.
I pause, propping
myself up on one elbow above her. She’s laying there, dark hair
fanned out like a halo around her face; eyes heavy-lidded and dark
with desire. My dark angel, so full of mystery and pain.
I stroke my thumb below
her waistband again, teasing under the lacey top of her panties.
Juliet catches her breath, but her eyes don’t leave mine. They burn
into me, full of wordless questions and curiosity.
I trail my hand across
her stomach, watching it tremble under my touch. I slowly unbutton
her jeans, then pause again, watching her.
She doesn’t look
away.
I dip my head to hers,
kissing softly as I slowly pull down the zip on her jeans. My hands
are shaking, I realize, like some green kid who’s never been past
second base. Me, Emerson Ray, who’s laid more girls than I can
count; struck dumb and shaking just from the sheer anticipation
sliding her jeans lower, and stroking gently across the lace of her
panties.
Juliet gasps against
me.
I stroke again, soft,
circling gently between her thighs. She’s already damp, wet for me
through the fabric, and I have to grit my teeth to hold back from
ravaging her right now. I force myself back to keep up the slow
touch, pressing gently, responding to every gasp and sigh she makes
against my lips. Juliet’s body rises with every touch until she
bucks against me, eager, and I finally slip my hands inside the
fabric and stroke my fingers down to touch her, hot and wet and the
center of my fucking universe.
I stop breathing, and
slide one finger inside.
Juliet lets out a
whimper, but it’s a distant echo to me. My heartbeat pounds so
loudly, I can’t hear a thing. There’s nothing anymore, nothing
except the feel of her, so tight and soft, and ready for me.
Everything I’ve ever wanted. All I’ll ever need. Time stops as I
slide another finger inside and she gasps, arching up again as I
start to stroke my thumb, circling, building the pressure, moving
with me against my hand as I stroke, and pulse, and cling on to the
last distant thread of self-control until Juliet cries out and her
body shudders against me.
She falls, limp and
surrendered in my arms.
I collapse on the sand
beside her with a gasp. Her eyes are closed, lips parted as she gasps
for air.
She’s mine now.
It’s the truest thing
I’ve ever known. Like gravity. Like endless swell of the ocean
waves. She’s mine, and just the idea of another man touching her
now—putting his hands where mine have been—is unthinkable.
I reach and gently
brush a lock of hair from her eyes. She smiles against my touch, not
opening her eyes. “Wow,” she breathes softly, and I feel like I
just scaled Mount Everest in a single stride.
“I’m just getting
started,” I promise, my voice coming out a low growl.
She blinks her eyes
open at me, questioning.
I grin, tracing down
her collar-bone. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be
begging me for more,” I tell her, circling her nipple with my
fingertip. She shivers, and I feel another wave of lust. “You don’t
even know what you’re body’s capable of yet. But I’m going to
teach you. You’re going to come so many times, you won’t remember
your own name.”
Juliet blushes, and I
have to laugh. She’s still so innocent, it’s like a drug to me. I
get to be the one to show her, every inch of her body, all the
hundreds of ways I’m going to make her come, screaming my name.
A noise comes, from
further down the beach. Yells, and the sound of an engine. Light
comes cutting through the dark, a flashlight, coming our way.
“Shit,” I curse,
and move to cover Juliet’s body with my own. She scrambles
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