Page 107 of Meet Me In The Dark
Sliding my hand up her back until I’m gripping the back of her neck, I bend enough to whisper against her ear, “Did you miss my mouth, Celeste?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I smile against her skin. “Spread your legs.”
She obeys, disappointment in her voice when I step back… right up until the rasp of my belt fills the air.
I rip it free in one pull, unbutton, unzip, and free my already thick and throbbing cock.
The sight of her bent over, skirt bunched around her waist, legs spread just for me, makes it difficult to hold onto the last thread of patience I have.
I wrap my hand around myself, stroking once, twice, and keep my eyes locked on the wet, glistening proof of just how ready she is for me.
“Hands stay right where they are,” I tell her.
She nods.
“Words.”
“Yes.”
I step in and press the blunt head of my cock against her. The heat of her is instant, a drag I can feel all the way down my spine.
I push in slow, stretching her inch by inch, savoring the way she tightens around me.
“Fuck, Celeste.” The words come out rough.
When I’m buried to the hilt, I give us both a moment to settle into it. Then I pull back and drive in again, harder this time, my grip tightening on her hips.
She cries out, and it drives me to do it again and again.
My rhythm builds fast, but I keep her right where I want her with my hands holding her steady as I fuck her deep enough to pull gasps from her throat with every thrust.
“God, you feel good,” I grit out.
Her head drops forward with the sound of my name dripping from her tongue.
I can see her fingers digging into the wood, feel the way her body starts to shiver around me.
“Don’t you come until I tell you.”
“Julian, please.”
“Not yet.”
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, and rub tight, fast circles. I know she’s close when she pushes her hips back into me.
Sliding one hand from her hip to the back of her neck, I grip just enough to make her spine arch beautifully for me, and the sound that tears from my throat at the sight is nothing short of feral.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Stay right there for me.”
Her back bows, her ass pressing flush against my hips. I keep my fingers working her clit, unrelenting, forcing her to hold on until I decide she’s earned it.
“Do you want to come for me, Celeste?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice breaking.
My grip on her neck tightens. “Then come.”
