Page 120 of Forever Yours

He breached my back hole again with his thumb, and that was all it took. My balls drew up, my muscles locked, and I shouted his name as euphoria overwhelmed me and I came hard.

He took my hips and pulled me down so he could kiss me. If pain was my kink, Julien’s was this. He loved kissing me after blow jobs. Didn’t matter whose.

“Don’t move,” he said, and I nodded, letting the lingering aftershocks of my orgasm wash through me.

He positioned himself behind me and curled a hand under my arm to reverse grip my shoulder and hold me in place. He had stretched me out well, and it didn’t take a lot of effort for him to enter me.

“Julien,” I moaned when he pushed forward with a single thrust. I felt so full. So complete.

He bent over and pressed kisses along my spine that soothed as much as they aroused.

“I love you so much,” he declared with intent as he pulled out and slid back in. “Hold on.”

Using his grasp under my arm, he pulled me up onto my knees. With him seated fully inside me, the new angle felt intense and hit some unknown erogenous zone I never knew existed.

The moan I emitted was filthy and only grew louder when he directed me to start riding him, reverse cowgirl style.

“Fuuck, Elijah. Holy shit. This feels…” He hummed and took my hips with both hands, jerking me down hard after I would raise up.

We worked in tandem, our rhythm hedonistic, the sounds we made pornographic. I could feel another orgasm building and his cock swelling inside me, telling me he was close as well.

“Together,” I said.

“Together,” he repeated.

Our hands threaded at my waist and our heads threw back at the same time we both climaxed.

Sweaty and trying to catch my breath, I slumped back into him. Julien kissed my shoulder, licking the salt from my skin.

A little dazed, I told him, “I love it when we experiment.”

I laughed when he picked the flowers out of my hair and threw them on the blankets.

“We made a mess again.”

Yes, we did. It reminded me of when we said the exact same thing in the hotel room after the first time we made love.

I took in the state of us. His cum was leaking out of me, and mine was dripping down my stomach and on his thighs since I was still straddling him.

“Worth it.”

“Happy?”

After hours of making love, Julien bundled us in a blanket and opened the front flap of the tent so we could enjoy gazing at the starlit night sky. The half moon reflected off the ocean’s surface, making the tops of the waves glow.

“So happy.”

And I was. For the first time in a long damn time, I was truly happy.

He kissed my neck, and I kissed his arm that was banded around my upper chest.

“Open.”

He hand-fed me a red seedless grape from the fruit bowl we found in the picnic basket. Apparently, Ash was given the responsibility of packing the food for tonight.

The sun would rise in about four hours, but I wasn’t ready to go to sleep. I wanted to exist in this paradise with Julien for a little while longer before we had to fly back home and real life would once again barge its way back in.

“I love you, Julien.”

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