“I want to make you come now,” she says against my lips, and my cock offers his willingness to volunteer for that particular activity with a sharp twitch inside her. When Juliette tries to sit up, I hold her against me.
“No, like this. I want to feel your body against mine.”
We begin to move together, her tits pressed against my chest, her knees bracketing my hips. My fingers dig into her ass, urging her to grind her clit against me. Do I want to come so hard my brain explodes? Yes. Do I want to feel Juliette come around me again? Also yes. In fact, hell yes.
We start out slow, with hard, deep grinds of our pelvises, but after a few minutes, things grow more heated as our bodies reach for that ultimate peak.
“Kiss me,” I demand, and her lips crush mine in a tangle of tongues as we go primal on each other.
It’s not gentle, but it’s so fucking intimate, bodies rocking and mouths fused together. I slide one hand up to clutch her hair and allow her to take over… and she does not disappoint. Keeping her chest against mine, she lifts and lowers her hips, fucking me to within an inch of my life with loud slaps of flesh on flesh.
Our joining is sticky and sweet, hot and supremely dirty. I feel it the instant she turns that corner from searching to finding, her next climax within reach.
“Reno,” she moans into my mouth. “I’m…”
“I know, baby. I can feel it. Come with me this time.” My hand fists roughly in her hair as I hold her head in place to accept my lust-fueled kiss once again. My release jets up the length of my dick at the same time Juliette’s walls clamp around me.
I come so hard, I lose the majority of my senses. I can’t see; I can’t hear. All I can do is feel. And I’m currently feeling some very big feelings…
And they aren’t entirely sexual.
“What is that thing?” I ask warily as Juliette unwraps a smallish disc in the bathroom.
She looks up at me in surprise. “A shower steamer. You haven’t used any of yours yet?”
I shrug. “I saw them in the basket in my bathroom but didn’t pay much attention to them. I figured it was girly soap or something.”
She tosses the metallic wrapper in the trash and holds up the disc for me to sniff. It’s slightly smaller than her palm and smells fresh and soft.
“This one is called Ocean Cottage, and it’s my favorite so far. You just toss one on the floor of the shower and let the aroma mix with the steam.”
She drops it at the edge of the enormous shower but not directly beneath the spray. A few seconds later, I catch a whiff of that fresh scent mixed with something minty.
The shower is a replica of mine, lined with intricate tiles of taupe and teal. And also like mine, it’s huge. You could probably comfortably fit eight people in here.
But it’s justusstepping in and closing the glass door. Juliette and me. Together. I try not to think about the time we have left, which is seeming all too short with each day that passes.
We hold each other. We kiss. I clean between her legs and wash her hair. She does the same for me. I whisper soft words of praise to her while my hands roam over her slick body. We kiss some more.
And I don’t want this night to end. But there’s that stupidrule onehanging over my head like a precariously perched boulder. So after we get out of the shower and dry off, I get dressed and fold up the massage tables before placing them on the front porch.
And then I go back to cottage five…
Wishing I was still in cottage four.
Chapter 18
I would let that man disrespect me.
Myfingersflyacrossthe keyboard, but my brain is only halfway engaged. The rest of it is reserved for the man who is probably fast asleep in cottage five. I wish he was still here.
Rule one, Juli,I scold myself.You both agreed on it.
I’m halfway through my chapter when the ringing of my phone startles me. Picking it up, I see it’s a FaceTime from Holly.
“Hey, you’re up late,” I announce when I answer. My sister-in-law is a game warden, so she generally gets up early in the mornings.
“Yeah, Aiden woke up and decided he was hung-y,” she tells me, and I laugh at the cuteness of my nephew.
