“Easy,” I murmured gently. “Tell me what you want for breakfast. I’m going to cook for you.”
She blinked. “You are?”
“Yes. But that requires a few things first.”
“What?”
“We need to pack so we’re ready to go after we eat. But even before that, we need to go on a grocery run.”
“And even before that?” Sara grinned, writhing on my chest as my hand went from cupping her ass to fingering her slick pussy from behind. I smirked as she flattened her hands on my chest and pushed up till she was straddling me.
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“Mm-hm.” Sara wet her lips, flattening her hands against my bare chest as she sat up to straddle me. Her mouth lightly parted when she felt my dick twitch under her pussy, and she giggled as it twitched again in response to the way she teased me with her tank top.
She pulled it up slowly, using the bunched hem to lift the underside of her chest. When she finally peeled her top off, her tits bounced so hard I growled and gripped her waist to reclaim the top. I swirled my tongue over her taut nipples, sucking on them like candy as I reached down to free my dick. I enjoyed her little gasps as I rubbed my naked head against her swollen clit.
Fuck, that feels too good.
Before I even reached to find a condom, she read my mind.
“I’m on the pill, Julian,” she breathed. “And I’m clean.”
I looked at her. I had barely returned her last two words before we were kissing so deeply it bordered on violent. She cried out as I ripped her panties clean off her body, tossing them aside to grip my dick and push deep inside her.
I groaned like I was already coming.
I fucking could.
She felt impossibly good. Her warmth, her breath, her skin on mine – nothing in my life had ever felt as right as this. I was grinding deep as it was, but she met me halfway on each thrust, pushing me so far inside her that the pleasure had me feeling fucking drunk. Her pussy was so wet I could hear it, and I knew she had to be dripping onto my sheets as she cried my name.
I couldn’t think. I never felt this way, and on the off chance that I did, I didn’t enjoy it.
But right now, I let myself go. Because the deeper I sunk into Sara, the more I could breathe – the more I actually wanted to breathe. For so long, I hadn’t minded that suffocating weight in my chest. It was just something I carried with me every day, and I accepted it. It kept me accustomed to pain. But now that I knew what lightness felt like, it was all I ever wanted.
It felt better than anything I knew.
And I was pretty sure I could never go back.
SARA
I felt Julian’s eyes on me even as I moved around the kitchen, drying the dishes he’d hand washed. I’d reasoned that there was no sense in running the dishwasher for six dishes, and he lazily argued the opposite point just to rile me up, pretty sure.
He had a different look in his eyes since the morning. I didn’t recognize it, but I loved it. He looked… dare I say relaxed? I was almost sure that was it.
“Let’s just stay another night. We’ll leave for the airport from here,” Julian said, crossing the kitchen and kissing the top of my head on his way to the fridge.
“What? You just told me you had somewhere to be at two. I’m all packed. Once I finish drying this glass, we’re good to go,” I said, watching him grab a water bottle from the fridge and smirk at me as he twisted it open.
“You’re cute when you’re mad at me for something small.”
“Versus?” I reached high to put the water glass back in the cupboard.
“When you’re mad at me for something like forcing you to change into work appropriate clothes.”
I tipped my head back and laughed. “God, that feels like forever ago.”
Julian squinted. “Wasn’t it?” he asked in a way that didn’t require an answer. He was just breezy this morning, and despite our time crunch, I enjoyed watching it as he ambled around the house in a white T-shirt and blue jeans.