Unconventional

God…

My hands had wandered across his great winged back, tracing the hard lines of every scrumptious muscle. They’d slid down past his beautiful ribs, to finally settle over his thrusting, ever-lunging ass.

“Julian…” I breathed. “I— I’m…”

If he heard me, it didn’t show. His strong hands gripped me tighter, his body flexing forward to slam me harder, penetrate me even deeper, as the handles of his cabinets began digging into my back.

“I’m going… to come…”

It was only a whimper. A gasp, lost in a frenzied sea of clenching and slamming and fucking. And then I was clawing him, my arms and legs going tight with need. My fingernails digging into the flesh of his ass, maybe even piercing the skin, but definitely sinking deep enough to leave ten sharp indentations or bruises that coincided directly with my—

“OHHHhhhhhOHHHhhhhh!”

I exhaled as I came, collapsing into my lover. Feeling everything but my climax wash out of my body, as my brain reeled with the warm, familiar rush of ultimate ecstasy.

I was still quivering when he came. My legs still clenched and trembling around him, as Julian surged into me and delivered his seed.

Oh… oh fuck…

It came in thick, pulsating waves. An explosion of warmth and wetness, way up, deep in my belly.

FUCK…

He nuzzled into my neck, biting my shoulder as he unloaded. Grunted unintelligibly into my tender flesh, as his hard blond stubble elicited a sharp flash of welcome, contrasting pain.

Somehow the moment triggered a secondary orgasm for me. My pussy contracted around him, squeezing and milking and loving his hard, pulsating cock. Tiny clusters of stars filled my vision; flashes of silver that streaked by, even with my eyes screwed shut.

“Oh Julian…”

I breathed his name, and it tasted sweet on my lips. Like there was a connection to it. Like there was something more to just saying it, but uttering it with fresh new meaning. Breathing it into his ear while he was inside me, filling me, making me wholly and completely his.

“I love you…”

The words dropped, only they didn’t come from me. They came from him. Julian. My sexy stonemason, my lover, and now my—

“I love you Madison,” he said again. He’d pulled back just enough to tilt my chin upward. To catch my eyes in his steel grey orbs, to penetrate them with his own, just as he was still penetrating my body.

A smile cracked my face, stretching from ear to ear. It was so wide it hurt. So big and beautiful, it pulled at the strings of my soaring heart.

“I love you too,” I whispered, kissing him.

We kissed over and over again, deeply, lovingly, like we’d just discovered the act for the very first time. My bare ass felt warm on his hard counter, the knobs of his cabinets still pressing into my shoulder blades. But he was inside me, still connected to me. Or rather, connected through me; the physical aspect of our union linking our very souls.

Oh my God I love him.

The realization wasn’t new, but saying it out loud established its permanence. It brought things to a different level. One I’d always hoped to reach, but only dreamed of…

Until now.

Finally we parted, Julian stepping back to mark the visual of me inside his mind. I was spread eagle on his counter. My pussy pink and swollen, and now filled with a perfectly pearlescent button of his warm seed.

We looked at each other again, and exchanged knowing smiles. This time I laughed as I hopped down, Julian reaching out to steady me on two very shaky legs.

“You’ve really got a thing for kitchens,” I chuckled. “Don’t you?”

Forty-Eight

MADISON