once before he looked back up at her. “Everything I will be… is still yours.”
He pulled down her pink lace panties until they were around her ankles. Stephanie stepped out of them and Julian stood up. Stephanie naked was truly glorious and beautiful. He cupped her face and inched her lips to him.
“I’m still yours, Stephanie. I will always be yours,” he breathed before he turned their bodies and they fell onto the bed.
His right hand left her face and trailed the side of her body until it rested behind her knee. Then he bent her knee and then the other until he settled there. His fingers trailed up her thighs, inching closer when her hands abruptly covered his, stopping him. Then Stephanie pulled him to her, his body covering hers. Her hands were on his cheeks and kissed him. Hard.
“No foreplay.”
He frowned and pulled back. “I want to see you come.”
She shook her head. “You will, if you do this right. But I need you in me. Not your fingers or your tongue. You. I want you to fuck me slow and hard. Like you did before.”
I made love to you.
Julian got on his elbows, mystified as to why she wanted it like before. “Why?”
Never has there been such a stall to have sex.
But this is as honest as she’s been with me.
Stephanie pushed back his hair, and she smiled sadly. “Because I haven’t had it as good as you. I haven’t been touched the same or better. I hadn’t had the fireworks like when you made me come. No one has looked at me the same or kissed me the same since you. No one has come close to you.”
“Not even Charles?” He regretted the question the moment it slipped his lips, knowing that she’d end what was happening.
Tears filled her eyes and then he felt her fingers run down his stomach until they wrapped around him. He looked down to see her touch him and urge him to enter her. He closed his eyes, holding back the need to thrust into her hand.
“Not even Charles.”
Those three words had him snapping his eyes open. Stephanie’s tears skimmed the side of her face, and she kissed him lightly. Her grasp on him had loosened before it became non-existent.
“I’ve never been the same since you,” she uttered.
Her confession drove his heart wild as he slowly plunged deep into her. Relishing the tight feeling of her around him, squeezing him, claiming him. He stopped the moment his length was halfway in and panted. Stephanie lifted her hips to meet him and his hands cupped her ass before he lifted her up and positioned them so that she straddled him. Then he slammed her hard down on him.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “You wanted it slow.”
Stephanie wrapped her legs around him and her palms on the side of his neck. She lifted her hips up and stopped, leant back, and brought him with her.
“Like in Thailand,” she instructed and slid her hand to the back of his neck and the other to his ass cheek to urge him.
Julian nodded. “My soul, my existence, every part of me has been yours from the very start, Stephanie. The very start,” he confessed as he slowly entered her again. Relishing, savouring, and memorising the slow burn of what it felt to be inside Stephanie once more.
“C’est parfait.”
Julian hugged Stephanie’s body closer to him, replaying the memory of her uttering to him in French for the first time. Instead of her warm body, he felt the cool mattress. His hand ran down the sheet and quickly opened his eyes at the realisation that she had left him. Again.
No.
“Stephanie!” he blurted out as jerked up, searching for her.
He quickly looked at the bed as the hysteria rose within him. He’d made love to her three times before exhaustion hit. To his right, his clothes pooled by the side of the bed and the sight caused his stomach to dip. Julian scanned the dimly lit room. Then he saw her. Stephanie sat on the chair by the white desk. Her knees pressed against her chest and her eyes on him.
Thank God.
Just as he was about to crawl across the bed to her, Stephanie softly instructed him to stop.
His body froze at her command.
Stephanie turned and stared at her hands. She wasn’t naked. She had dressed in a short red nightdress. It didn’t take him long to see the regret consume her face. The off-distance stare she had