Page 60 of The Vow Thief
Her hands moved with purpose, tracing the edges of my shirt, each button giving way beneath her fingers. The fabric slid from my shoulders and hit the floor. She ran her palms across my stomach, down to my belt, and made quick work of it. My pants joined the growing pile at our feet. We stepped free of them together, a quiet rhythm in sync. The room shrank to heat, skin, and the sound of her whisper against my jaw.
“I want this, Matt.”
I picked her up, sliding both hands beneath the bare cheeks of her ass, my fingers tracing the line of the thong that sat neatly between them. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I walked us backward, stumbling a bit through my clothes on the floor. We made it to the bedroom, still half-laughing, half-breathless, like we were both surprised by the inevitability of it. The bed caught her as I gently placed her on the comforter and spread her out. She looked at me once, eyes steady, daring me to stop. I didn’t.
I leaned down and kissed her stomach, once, twice. I closed my eyes and drew in a long, deliberate breath, and was immediately wrapped in her floral scent. I moved my hands from her waist to the thin fabric of her thong. I hooked my fingers on each side and slid them down her long legs, watching her as she watched me. I dropped the thong, then locked my eyes on her glistening pink core.“You're beautiful here too, Julianne,” I said as I slid a fingertip through her center.
She was wet and plump, and I needed her smell on my lips and her taste on my tongue. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees, kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other.“Matt.” She breathed. I smiled against her skin. I licked against her clit, and she arched her back off the bed. I trailed down and pushed my tongue into her entrance and fucked her with my tongue, finally tasting her. I returned to her clit and flicked my tongue until she was digging her hands in my hair.“Fuck, you taste incredible,” I murmured against her.
I continued to lap against her clit until she screamed and convulsed uncontrollably.“Oh, god, oh god, oh god, YES!” Her mewls and moans were the reward I needed. I held her tight as she bucked into my mouth.“Matt, fuck.” I looked up from my meal and saw the look of pure ecstasy on her face. I swirled my tongue one last time inside of her. I wiped my face with the back of my hand as I crawled up her body and pulled her bra down, freeing her swollen breasts. I tongued each nipple, sucking and biting.
Holy fuck, the sexy noises she made almost undid me. I could feel her vibrating beneath me with a sexual energy that I couldn’t wait to fuck out of her.
I reached over to my side table and pulled out a condom. I made a show of putting it on. She watched me, biting her lip and running her hands up to her breasts.“I need you inside me now, Matt,” she pleaded impatiently. I moved between her legs, placed the head of my cock at her entrance, looking at her blushed face, her full, wet mouth. I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth, letting her taste herself. As our tongues collided, I sank slowly inside of her.“Holy fuck, Julianne,” I purred.
What happened next wasn’t about control. It was about release. About forgetting the last year of restraint and guilt. About remembering that I was still alive, still capable of this kind of hunger.
She fucked me as much as I fucked her. Her upward thrusts met mine as I pistoned into her over and over. She clung to me, our bodies writhing against each other, giving, taking, pleasing. My orgasm was building, I heard myself panting and for a moment I thought my soul was going to release itself through my cock. Her body trembled beneath me.“Oh fuck,” she moaned. I’m coming. Ma…”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pushed one last thrust into her and came with a noise of something unintelligible, head back, face screwed up.
She relaxed beneath me.“Good holy god of all that’s glorious, Matt.”
I fell on the bed beside her and laughed.
She lay beside me for a while, her breathing turned soft and steady. The room smelled like her perfume and sex, a mix that lingered in the air and on my skin. I stared at the ceiling, waiting for that flicker of guilt, but it never came.
Julianne shifted, turning toward me with a slow, lazy smile.“Thank you,” she said.
I glanced at her.“For what?”
“For the gala. And for the mind-blowing sex.”
That made me laugh.“You’re welcome.” I hesitated to say anything more; I didn’t want her to think this was something that it wasn’t.
She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The sheets slipped down her back, and for a second, I thought she might change her mind about leaving. She didn’t.
She walked to the kitchen, gathered her dress from the floor, stepped into it, and pulled it up in one smooth motion. Watching her get dressed felt strangely intimate, like watching someone rebuild their armor.
She walked back into the room and turned to me.“Can you zip me?”
I kissed her shoulder before I pulled the zipper all the way up.
She caught her reflection in the mirror of my dresser and fixed her lipstick with a fingertip. The outside lights from my bedroom window painted her skin gold. When she turned to me, she was Julianne Raines again, composed, elegant, untouchable.
“I’ll see you soon,” she said. Her tone was light, but her eyes lingered on mine just long enough to make it mean something.
I nodded.“Drive safe.”
She smiled, leaned down, and kissed me once. Then she walked out of my room, picked up her shoes, grabbed her clutch from the counter, and walked out.
The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed felt cleaner than usual. I lay back against the pillow, tracing the faint heat she’d left behind. I didn’t ask her to stay, and she didn’t expect me to. That was the beauty of it.
It had been a long time since something in my life felt simple.
Chapter 27 - A Plan in Action
Elliott’s POV
