Page 89 of If This Was a Movie

“You are pretty fucking stubborn,” he says, the hand between us moving to his cock to line himself up with me.

I moan as the head notches, and he slides in just enough to settle in me, but then he holds it there unmoving. My hips try to move, to buck up and get more, to getall of him, but he shakes his head, the hand on himself shifting to hold my hip down in place.

“Uh-uh. My way,” he whispers, then slides in an inch. The stretch is phenomenal, better than I remembered, and my head tips back, my hand still on his jaw, and I moan.

“Fuck, who’s stubborn now?” I whine before he slides in another inch, and I moan again. “Nate.”

“I lied,” he grunts out, sliding in another inch.

“What?”

“I lied. There is something better than hearing you moan my name as you come.” I tighten around him, and we both groan this time.

“What?”

He slides out, then slides back in, going slightly deeper this time but not all the way. It's the worst tease in the entire world because I know just how perfectly he’s going to fill me once he does.

“Nate,” I whine.

“That.” He slides out and in again, the glide seamless with how soaked I am, before he answers finally. “You moaning my name with my cock inside you. That’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.”

Finally, I hook a leg around his leg, my hips widening to give him more room as I do, then attempt to pull him in deeper. The new angle makes his slow, shallow thrust scrape along my G-spot before,finally, he plants himself deep inside of me, his hips flushed to mine.

“Fuck, Jules,” he groans.

Not Julianne, not dollface, not baby.

Jules.

“Nate,” I whisper, his lips against mine, wanting to tell him just how good it feels, how magical it feels, like a part of me I was missing has returned.

“I know,” he says. Because he does. He knows how perfect this is and how perfect we fit. “I know.”

Still, I want to tell him.

“I’m yours, Nate.” His head drops to my neck, another sound coming from him, filled with soul-deep pleasure he can’t control. “I’m yours.”

“Jules,” he groans.

“I know,” I whisper now because I do. I know how wonderful and all-consuming it feels to be connected to him like this againand to know there’s nothing standing in our way anymore. “I need more, though.”

There’s a bit of a plea in my words as my hand glides down his back until I reach his ass, my hips lifting slightly and pushing him toward me to get more, and thankfully, despite the sweet moment we just shared, he gets the hint, sliding out, then back in.

I sigh with relief, and he laughs against my neck before moving until he’s hovering over me. He looks down at me, with broad shoulders and strong arms supporting him.

“My baby wants me to fuck her.” I nod. “Then that’s what she’s going to get.”

And then it starts. The pleasure swirling in my belly with each slam of his cock into me, the way his pelvis grazes my clit. Not enough to take me there, but just enough to grow the powerful orgasm building.

It builds and builds until I know I’m going to shatter soon, detonate, and destroy any part of me that ever even considered we weren’t made to be together.

“God, you feel so fucking good. So fucking mine,” he groans into my neck, slamming in deep. It feels perfect in every way: being Nate’s, him filling me, the fierceness of it.

It’s all-consuming and overwhelming, and so, so right.

“Yes, Nate,” I moan, my hips moving to meet his with each thrust.

He starts grinding each time he fills me, pressing against my clit now to take me closer, warmth tightening all the muscles in my lower back as I feel it coming.

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