Page 16 of Unconditionally With Me
Lightly.
A tiny, little flick.
I’m so wound up I detonate, that extra sensation sending me spiraling. But when Julian wets his bare cock in preparation of sinking inside as my inner muscles are still clenching, it’s better than anything. No matter how many times he’s done it since I got my IUD, it’s better than any accolade. It far exceeds clearing my head at the top of the highest building. It trips my heart into the stratosphere.
Because it’s not just the high I’m feeling; it’s the free fall that comes with trust as he eases himself, bare, inside of me. It’s the rare moment I unlock all the protective barriers around my heart and just feel.
I shudder as he lodges himself fully inside, his pelvic bone resting against mine, the swirl of emotions already beginning. “Julian,” I rasp. I wrap him up in me, giving him everything I am in this moment, for however long it can last.
If it were up to me, it would be forever. But moments like these can’t last forever, can they? It’s then I feel the first thrust inside me, and I arch into him. Fighting for breath, fighting against tears.
“You’re everything to me, Elle,” he rumbles against my shoulder, before turning his head to the side and capturing my lips.
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, I meet the cadence of his hips with my own. Thrust, retreat. Over and over, until his hand is holding me down into the mattress as the frenzy takes us both soaring over the edge.
He gives a shout of my name, “Elle!” as his release floods inside me.
I scrape my nails over his back and bite down on his shoulder, trying to ground myself. Somehow.
Those days where I felt fearless and carefree, perpetually on the edge of time and space, have long passed. They belonged to a woman who had to dig deep to tell another man she loved him.
Long moments later, Julian smooths a hand over my thigh. I unlock my legs, loath to let any part of him go. “Let me get something to clean you up, babe.”
I nod into his chest. He slowly pulls out, which turns me on—seeing us on him, like a brand. I want to luxuriate in the feel of us for just a little while longer, but he’s right. It’s late.
And there’s a lot to go over in the morning. Too much.
Julian slips from bed and pads into the connecting bathroom. I hear the water turn on and off. In my lassitude, I don’t notice he’s come back to bed until he hitches my leg over my hip and begins to press the warm heat against my tender skin.
My eyes fly open and dart down to his cock, still coated in us. “I thought you were going to clean up?”
“After I take care of you, babe. Always.” Julian’s face is soft, but his eyes are wicked in the dim light provided by my bedside lamp. “Besides, next time, it’s your turn to haul your pretty ass out of bed.”
Internally, I shudder a sigh of relief. He’s not leaving. Despite everything—a botched proposal, an uncertainty lying between us—he’s not leaving me. And like a fragile blossom, my heart begins to hope. Sitting up, I straddle his lap. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Then I kiss him, my whole heart saying what I can’t.
I love him.
I need him.
Have patience with me.
Julian returns the kiss fervently before doing a half-assed job of wiping off his cock and falling back on the bed. “It’s going to be a long night,” he warns.
I crawl on top of him and purr, “My favorite kind.”
He bursts out laughing, before tugging me fully on top of him.
He was right. It was. I passed out sprawled across his chest sometime around daylight, limp and satiated.
For the moment.
Chapter 7
~Julian~
Ihold Elle tucked close to me after we make love while I think about the ramifications of what she told me earlier.
Between what she told me about her ex and what Jonas has shared about Trina’s, they didn’t just do more than fall in love with one another all those years ago. They damaged the trust of the women who irrevocably collided with our lives.
