The Sinister Silhouette

“Fuck yeah, it’s okay,” I growl. “I’ve always been careful, so there’s no need to worry. But are you sure?”

“Completely.”

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This woman is completely fucking eviscerating me. With a groan, I press my lips to hers. Her other leg goes around my waist, and I drop some of my weight on her. When the tip of my dick hits her wet center, I nearly lose it. My arms begin to shake and sweat breaks out on my forehead. I’ve never been scared to take a woman before, but I’m fucking terrified I’ll do something wrong with Jules. I want this to be as perfect as possible for her.

I lay my palm on the base of her neck and lightly skim my fingers down her chest, over her stomach, and across her hip bones. Her eyes close and she releases a soft moan. Goose bumps appear over her flesh, and her little nipples pebble even tighter. I glide my fingers through her curls and bend down to take one of her nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight bud.

When my fingers meet her tender clit, her eyes fly open and land on me. I keep my gaze on hers, watching her reaction as I scissor my fingers on either side until I reach her opening. She’s so fucking drenched that I easily slip one of my fingers inside her. Her tight warmth grips my finger, causing my cock to throb in need. It lies flat against her thigh, and I press my hips against her, feeling moisture leak from the tip and smear against her skin. I slowly pump my finger in and out then add a second finger while using my thumb against her clit.

Her fingers run through my hair, brushing it back and holding a small handful so it doesn’t fall back in my face. Her legs move restlessly against my hips.

“Please, Luca,” she whimpers. “I need you.” Lust thickens her voice.

I pull my fingers from her tight channel and bring them to my mouth. Her eyes darken as she watches me lick her sweet juices from my fingers.

“I’ve got you, baby. But, swear to me, Jules, that you’ll tell me to stop if you aren’t comfortable.”

She nods. “I will.”

I grip my cock and look down as I guide it to her wet heat. I push the head with the metal ball at the tip against her clit and slide it back and forth a few times before notching it at her opening. I look at her and see her eyes drawn to what my hand is doing, her mouth open as she draws in short, quick breaths. When I shift my hips and an inch slides in, her eyes lift to mine. She licks her lips, and I drop my head to steal a kiss. With my lips pressed to hers, our tongues tangling together, I slowly slide inside her body inch by torturous inch. I stop when I’m halfway, not only to give her time to adjust, but also because I’m precariously close to losing my shit and ending this way too soon. She’s so goddamn tight and warm, so much better than my mind could ever conjure up.

I know it’s time to move when her heels dig into my ass. For a woman who doesn’t remember ever having sex, she sure knows how to show a man what she wants.

“You okay?” I ask, once I’m fully seated inside her.

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

I draw back and languidly slide back in. Her nails dig into my biceps and she tips her head back, her eyes closing in ecstasy. My gaze lands on the slender column of her neck. I drop my mouth and suck the exposed skin. It’s barbaric, but I have every intention of leaving my mark on her.

I keep my thrusts slow, but steady. The pace is fucking torture to my aching balls, but I’m determined to make this good for her. Apparently, slow and steady isn’t good, because her eyes open and she pins me with a pleading look.

“More,” she moans. “I need more.”

Grabbing her leg, I hoist it higher over my hip and pick up my pace. Her walls tightening around me and her cries of pleasure alert me that she’s close. My cock swells and my balls tingle in preparation of my own release. Resting my weight on one arm, I snake my hand between our bodies and play with her clit. Her nails score my shoulders and the bite of pleasurable pain has a hiss leaving my lips.

I move my hand from between her legs to underneath her ass to lift her hips. Each downward stroke I make, I grind my pelvis against hers, still giving her clit stimulation. Pricks of electricity lick up my spine, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll last when she releases a loud cry and her face flushes the prettiest red I’ve ever seen. One of her hands latches on to the muscle of my shoulder while the other flies over her head and she fists the blanket.

Never in my whole fucking life have I ever seen anything look so beautiful before.

My release comes only seconds later and it’s so damn strong I see stars.

She opens her beautiful bright amber eyes and stares at me with wonder. I’m the one that’s amazed. There’s not one thing about her that’s not perfect, and I’m one lucky bastard to have witnessed the wonderment that is Jules as she loses control.

I dip down and plant a lazy kiss against her lips. After, I pull out of her, the maneuver causing a twinge of awareness in my dick, and move to her side. I face her, and she mimics my position. I lift her leg over my hip and settle my arm around her waist, bring her as close as I can get her.

“That was beautiful,” she whispers, her breath warm against my chest.

“Yes, it was.”

I need to get up and grab a rag to clean her, but I want to stay just as I am for a few more minutes.

“And you were right.”

I lightly run my hand up and down her back. “About what?”

Her lips tilt up against my chest. “It did feel good.”