Page 102 of If This Was a Movie

But that’s not what I want.

My hand slaps her ass. “Go, baby. You did good; now ride me.”

She removes her mouth from my cock, her long, dark hair moving over her shoulder and grazing my thigh as she looks behind at me with a wicked smile on her lips.

“Glad I got your approval.” I have a witty response on my tongue, ready to continue to banter with her, but then her hand wraps my cock as she shifts, tugging once, twice, three times, and I groan aloud. “Now, who is supposed to be quiet?” she asks.

“Still you. Now go,” I say, and she laughs before moving down my body as she sits up and positions her wet cunt over me. She rubs the tip of me along her wetness until she notches the head inside.

A sigh leaves her pouty pink lips, ones I know are swollen from sucking me off, before she slowly, torturously slowly, sinks down on me, moaning as she does. My hands go to her hips, fingertips digging into lush skin to stop me from slamming her down, letting her take whatever time she wants or needs. It’s a tight fit like this, the way she’s leaning forward just a bit, and her knees are spread on either side of me.

Next time, we’re doing this with a mirror in front of us.

Or a camera, making a movie of our own.

“Oh, god, fuck,” she moans, once she’s seated and full of me.

“Quiet, Jules,” I say through gritted teeth as she clamps down on me, slides up, and then slowly glides back down. “You have to stay quiet.”

“I’m trying,” she whispers now, a plea in her words. “It’s so fucking good though.” She leans back a bit, a hand moving up to pull at her nipple. Her other hand rubs at her clit leisurely as she slowly fucks me, occasionally moving down, fingers spreading over where we meet, grazing the underside of my cock as she fucks me.

My balls tighten, wanting to spill inside her, and god-fucking-dammit, I need her to get there quicker. I shift us, moving so I’m sitting up a bit, changing the angle, and making her moan before moving her hand away and taking over playing with her clit.

“Nate!” she moans, her body stilling with the loud noise. My hand moves up, covering her mouth as she starts to move over me, fucking herself on my cock, my fingers rolling over her swollen clit.

“Bad girl,” I groan. “Couldn’t stay quiet, so now I have to keep you quiet.” She moans again, her head tipping back to my shoulder, the wetness of her pussy loud in the quiet room. We need to get a fucking noise machine in here for nights like this. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, aren’t you? Can you hear it?”

She nods under my hand, her pussy tightening as I continue to murmur in her ear. “You feel so goddamn good, Jules. I want to be buried in you forever, fucking you always. Next time it’s just us, I’m going to make sure you’re so fucking loud the neighbors hear. I’m going to pound into you, make you scream my name. But right now, you need to be quiet, and you need to fucking come.” Her hips buck, and I know she’s close as a rush of wet slicken my cock.

“That’s it, Julianne. Fuck my cock,” I groan through gritted teeth. “Take yourself there and take me with you.” Another deep moan is muffled by my hand, followed by the tightening of her pussy around me.

I’ve learned Jules loves this; this,stay quiet, or I’ll make yougame of ours. She loves being under my control, loves when I find creative ways to keep her quiet, be it with my cock or a pillow. Last month, I balled up her panties and shoved them in her mouth while I fucked her from behind.

She came especially hard then, but tonight, I think she’s going to beat that one.

I tighten my hold on her mouth as she shrieks beneath my hand, as her hips buck, and my finger moves frantically on her clit before she tightens around me, her entire body going still.

That’s when I let go, groaning into her neck to dull the sound as I lift my hips into hers to get deeper, filling her with pump after pump of my cum. I move my hand, letting her catch her breath as we both come down before flopping back on the bed, panting.

A moment later, she slides off me, both of us moaning with the loss, and she rolls beside me.

“Good enough?” I ask, and she mumbles something, probably a curse or two, before slapping me on the chest. I laugh, standing and moving toward the bathroom for a wet washcloth before coming back out and cleaning her up. She mewls with pleasure as I graze over her swollen clit, and I smile.

“If we wrap presents quickly, we can go for round two.” She glares at me, and I laugh before rolling off the bed and throwing the washcloth in the laundry basket before moving back to her. “Come on,” I say, slapping her ass. “We have some wrapping to do.”

She looks over her shoulder at me, then groans, flopping on the bed with a sigh, and I can’t help but laugh. “You were the one who bought Sophie eighteen thousand gifts and who says they all need to be wrapped.”

“They do,” she grumbles. “Even the stockings.” Thankfully, all of the gifts I bought Jules were already wrapped in the spare closet, something I took care of while she was at the end-of-the-year party for First Position. “I just don’t like leaving your bed.”

“Ourbed,” I remind her. It’s been a year since my grand gesture to convince Jules of where she belonged and her moving in for good.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she grumbles, standing up and reaching for her pajamas. “Our bed. Come on, Donovan. You’re not getting out of wrapping just because you gave me an orgasm.”

“Two,” I correct her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Come on. I’ll get the wrapping paper, and you will get the gifts.”

And then, as always, we move as a well-oiled machine, wrapping gifts for Sophie, my sisters, Ava and Harper, and my family.

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