Setting her inside, I followed when she scooted across the bench seat. “42nd and 5th,” I told the driver before hauling Juliette onto my lap and slanting my mouth over hers. Typical New York cabbie, he raced through the streets like a bat out of hell, hitting the brakes hard as we reached my apartment building.
I swiped my card and didn’t let go of Juliette as I got out of the car. After kicking the door shut, I stalked into my building, nodding at the doorman who opened my private elevator so I could march straight in. The door closed and I crashed my mouth down over hers. I dropped Juliette’s feet to the ground, then bent my knees so I could grip the globes of her incredible ass and lift her, forcing her legs around my waist.
Moving forward, I pressed her back to the wall and ground my cock into the heat between her thighs. She cried out and it took every fucking ounce of my strength not to come right then and there. I was saved by the ding of the elevator letting me know we’d reached the penthouse on the fourteenth floor. It opened up right into my living room and I headed straight for the couch, unable to make it any farther.
I lowered us both down onto the cushions, my mouth releasing hers so we could both catch our breath. My hands tunneled under her sweater, shoving it up over her head and off. Then I popped the catch of her bra and my mouth instantly watered. Her tits were fucking perfect. Round and creamy, tipped with hard, pink little peaks. I swooped down and took one in my mouth, nibbling and sucking while she moaned and shivered beneath me.
My control was wearing thin and I wanted to taste her pussy before I took her, so I slid down her body. She was wearing black sailor pants, buttoned over her flat belly. Amazingly, I didn’t rip off any of the brass discs in my haste to remove her bottoms. The same cannot be said of the virginal, lacy white panties I found underneath. I dropped my head to bury my nose against her, inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with the scent of her arousal.
The fabric was soaked clear through and it ripped away easily when I tugged at the seams. Without any more barriers, I used two fingers to open her lips wide and lick up the center. I groaned at the burst of flavor on my tongue. She tasted even better than she smelled.
“This pussy,” I moaned. “Damn, Juliette. I want to fucking live between your legs. You’re so wet, I could drink from you and never go thirsty.”
Her body was taut, vibrating with tension, and my words caused her hips to buck up sharply. I started licking and sucking, plunging my tongue inside her, doing everything but letting her break until she was screaming my name, her hands threaded in my hair, holding my face to her pussy.
When I felt like she couldn’t take any more, I stiffened my tongue and drove it insider her as I pinched her clit, and she screamed as she shuddered violently, her orgasm ripping through her. I kept thrusting inside her and tugging at her clit until she crested again, then I leisurely licked her as she floated back down to earth.
My cock was ready to bust through my dress pants and I quickly shucked them, along with my suit coat and shirt. I started to settle over her, my cock almost touching her heat when she grabbed my biceps and held me at a distance. What the fuck?
“Condom,” she panted. I opened my mouth to argue, I didn’t want anything between us, ever. In fact, I was shocked at how anxious I felt to put my baby inside her belly. However, until we had a chance to really talk, it was probably a good idea. I lifted her into my arms and rushed to the bedroom. After laying her down on the bed, I flew into the bathroom and searched. And searched. Fuck! I hadn’t been with a woman since I moved to New York City almost two years ago. I wasn’t sure if I even had any.
The whole time I was searching, I was arguing with myself about whether to simply forget about it and eat her until she did too. But, I finally came across an old package buried in a travel bag under the sink.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I growled in complete approval of the sight in front of me. Juliette was sprawled out, spread eagle on the bed, her violet eyes glowing as they perused my body from head to toe. Her gaze lingered on my cock, and I could see her anxiety over my large size.
I gripped the base as I walked slowly towards her, pumping the length a couple of times. “Relax, baby. I promise, I’ll fit inside your tight pussy just perfectly.” I reached her side and held her face in my palms. “Trust me to make it good for you, okay?” She melted and nodded with a smile. I rolled one of the condoms down my shaft, then kissed her as I climbed onto the bed and came down on top of her.
As our skin touched, I was again fighting the need to spill my seed before I even got inside her. A few deep breaths and I was able to calm down. I spread her legs wide and lined up my cock with her pussy. Slowly, inch by inch, I pushed inside, stopping to let her adjust after each progression. Until I hit something and couldn’t go any further.
I speared up onto my elbows and stared down at her. “Juliette? Baby, are you a virgin?” I asked with awe.
She nodded and blushed deeply, which was just as sexy as everything else about her.
My face split in a grin so big it almost hurt my face. She was already mine, but it felt fucking mind-blowing to know she would only ever be mine. There was no one before me and there would be no one after.
In that moment, I fought every instinct to pull out and rip off the condom before thrusting back in and taking her naturally, the way it should always be between us. But, I kept my focus on the few obstacles we would face come morning and held onto my convictions.
“Look at me, Juliette,” I commanded, then waited until she complied. “Keep your eyes on mine, okay? It’s going to hurt for just a second.” She’d barely agreed before I thrust in all the way, burying my cock in her pussy. She cried out and her eyes filled with tears, but she kept them locked with mine. When I saw the fog of pain start to dissipate, I shifted to see if she was ready. She mewled in pleasure, and I began to lazily drive in and out, slowly picking up the tempo, using her cries and moans as a gauge.
My girl was wild and she writhed and screamed in ecstasy when I was driving in so hard the headboard banged into the wall. “You feel unbelievable, Jules. Your pussy is so tight, squeezing me so hard. Oh, fuck yes!”
Her legs gripped my waist, and I braced my feet on the footboard to give me added leverage before sliding my hands up to her tits. I pinched and plucked at her nipples, occasionally biting.
“Yes! Oh, Declan, yes! Yes!” she shouted over and over.
I moved a hand down to slip under her thigh and prop the leg over my shoulder, deepening the angle, then put pressure on her clit, causing her to scream the fucking roof down as she fell apart in my arms. Her walls closed around my cock and I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Juliette! Oh, fuck! Fuck! That’s it baby! Fuuuuuck!” I bellowed as I came so hard I almost blacked out.
That was only the first time, we fucked like rabbits through the rest of the night. But, in between, we got to know each other a little bit. She talked about her dreams for her career, and I told her about how I’d ended up in New York, head of Pediatric surgery. I’d fulfilled most of my professional goals, but Juliette was on the cusp of achieving hers. By morning, one thing was clear to me. It would be the hardest fucking thing I would ever do in my whole damn life. I had to let her go.
But, make no mistake, this was temporary. One day, I would come for her and she’d better be damn well prepared because this was the last time I would ever watch her walk away from me.
1
Juliette
Four Months Later
“You’re pregnant.”
I was certain I’d misunderstood my doctor’s announcement. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that for me please?”
“You’re pregnant.” Nope, the words didn’t change the second time around like I’d expected them to do. Sure, I’d been feeling a little off and had gained some weight, but not for one minute did I ever think the reason was because I was carrying a baby. “Since your cycle is irregular, I’ll want to schedule an ultrasound to better pinpoint your d
ue date. Normally we’d estimate it using the last period, but that isn’t possible with the sporadic nature of yours.”
I shook my head because there wasn’t any need for an ultrasound to determine how far along I was. If I was pregnant, I knew exactly when it had happened. There was only one possibility, I just didn’t know how it happened. But she misunderstood and explained further. “It’s nothing to be worried about. Amenorrhea, or the cessation of periods, isn’t unusual in female athletes. The intensity of your training and diet as a ballerina can negatively impact your hormonal balance.”
I held my hand up to stop the flow of information. “I’ve been dancing all my life. The abnormality of my cycle isn’t anything new to me, but the pregnancy is.”
“Ahhh, yes, sorry.” The doctor blushed and mumbled an apology. “I do tend to prattle on sometimes.”
“And apparently I tend to get a little snippy when I’m pregnant. Sorry about that, but this news has come as a complete surprise to me. I thought the stress of my first international tour was to blame for my irritability and weight gain.”
“I’d hardly call four pounds a weight gain,” she teased.