Page 77 of Juliet's Touch

“You’re so strong,” she said.

Everything this woman did made him feel like a God. If he didn’t keep his hubris in check, she’d turn him into an arrogant sod.

Her palm drifted along his thigh, edging closer to his erection. He sucked in a breath, willing her to keep going. His fantasy came to fruition the instant she wrapped her palm around his cock. He moaned as a shiver shot up his spine.

“’Tis so hard,” she said.

He had no idea why, but he chuckled. Perhaps because happiness bubbled through his blood. She broke out in a fit of giggles, which made him laugh harder. Together they chortled like jolly, besotted fools. That is, until she squeezed his cock, and his balls caught on fire.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned.

She instantly sobered. From a gleeful party of two to crackling need in seconds flat—he wagered they now held some sort of record.

He leapt upon her, taking her to the mattress as he tried not to crush her beneath his weight. Straddling her, he swallowed her ragged breaths.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his demanding mouth with the fervor of a starving woman. Since she was undulating beneath him, and his cock was already stabbing her in the belly, he might as well move the unruly snake closer to the place they both wanted it to be. He rubbed the tip along her wet seam.

“Yes.” She panted. “I’m ready.”

As was he. Since he didn’t want to hurt Juliet with his brute strength, he paid attention to her reactions as he pressed his cock into her wet heat.

Wrapping her legs around him, she clung to him as if holding on for dear life.

“Fuck,” he grunted. But there was no other word that accurately described how perfectly she gloved him.

He entered her, little by little, only piercing deeper when her walls tugged on his cock. Although she was tight, and he was large, she was so wet that he was soon embedded to the hilt.

“Juliet?” he whispered.

Her blissed-out gaze momentarily focused.

“Should we continue?” he asked.

“Oh, yes.” Her golden lashes fluttering, her lids drifted closed.

He kept his eyes open so that he could witness her expressions. Currently, her lips were parted and curved upward, as her sweet gasps gusted across his jaw.

Holding onto her hips, he slowly pumped. As much as he wanted to increase the friction by pounding into her, he fought his desire and remained gentle. Soon, their breaths and heartbeats synced.

“Harder, Eric.” Digging her heels into his lower back, she thrust her hips upward, clapping them against his.

Fuck, yes.“That’s it, Juliet,” he cooed in her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“Faster, please,” she begged.

He crashed his cock into her pulsing cunny, and the headboard banged against the wall. For a moment, he feared he’d been too violent, but she cried out for more.

He hammered into her as she rocked her hips, meeting the force of his punishing thrusts. The tension within him built until the head of his cock tingled. A sensation akin to diaphanousbutterfly wings brushing over his skin traveled the entire length of his rod, spreading to his pelvis, then shooting up his spine.

He couldn’t be ready. Not yet. He didn’t want this decadence to end. Ever. Or at the very least, not until after Juliet had experienced her pleasure again.

It took every bit of his discipline to withdraw. He rested his forehead against hers and talked his cock into submission.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “More.”

As inexperienced as he was, he must remember that she was a complete innocent. “I’m so close, and I want you to climax with me,” he explained.

She responded by grinding her mound against him.