Page 38 of The Butterfly Effect
I moved my hands up her back and into her hair, pulling her face closer to mine. I was eager for one more night to wipe me clean of her and to release this hold she had on me, but I dreaded the way I was going to have to crush her. The way she moaned against my mouth and ran her hands through my hair and down my neck only matched the look of need in her eyes.
“Julianna, I will hurt you.” I pulled her from my lips, and my cock ached at the idea of not being buried inside of her again.
“I’ve been hurt before. I’m a big girl, William. I can handle it.” With those words, her mouth was back on mine, melting away the guilt that had started to build in my stomach. Could she really handle it? Tasting her lips, I didn’t care.
I kissed her for a minute, reveling in the feel of her body pressed to mine, but an unfamiliar feeling rushed through me, convincing me I needed to leave. I pulled my lips from hers and tried to speak. I tried to get myself to tell her to go inside and let me go home.
“Don’t, William.” She interrupted my thoughts, sensing my hesitation. Her voice was raspy and heavy with her arousal. “I need this. I needyou.”
With a deep breath, I bit into the side of her neck, letting a frustrated growl roll from me. I was going to hurt her, and I’d warned her. I was getting too attached to the woman, and I’ve never been one for relationships. In my experience, they got messy and were rarely worth it, but I couldn’t stop myself from getting my fill of Julianna one more time. One more time before I had to exercise the self-restraint I too often bragged about having.
She sighed, a small “oh” falling from her lips, and she rocked her hips against the bulge in my jeans.
“Oh, fuck it.” I threw open the door of my car and climbed out, holding her to me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and weaved her arms over my shoulders, holding herself against me as I carried her to her door.
I dropped her to her feet at the door, pulling her arms from around my neck when she didn’t take her lips from mine. She fumbled with the keys in her purse, chewing on her lip and clearly flustered. A smirk pulled at the corner of my lips when she dropped her phone, and I bent down to pick it up.
“JesusChrist.” Julianna was practically vibrating, and her voice was just a throaty whisper.
“No, baby, but you can call me whatever you want when we get inside.” I leaned against the doorframe and wiggled my eyebrows at her, watching her chew on her bottom lip like it helped her to concentrate.
She practically celebrated when she pulled the keys from her purse, and when she got the door unlocked and opened, she turned to face me. The look on her face was proud, with a hint of tequila, and I chuckled. I put my hands on her waist, and when I stepped forward, I nudged her back until we were inside the apartment. I kicked the door shut behind me before turning her around and pushing her up against it.
The delicious gasp that left her lips when her back met the cold wooden door made my dick twitch, and I moved my hand up to her neck, closing my fingers around it so I could feel her swallow. She gaped, but her eyes darkened with want. She darted her tongue out and wet her lips, and before she could suck her lip into her mouth, I leaned in, pulling it into mine and biting down.
She quickly slid my shirt over my head, forcing me to pull my hand from her throat and my mouth from hers just long enough to pull it off, but before I could return them, she leaned towards me and trailed kisses across my chest. My breath caught in my throat.
I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder and stalking back towards her room. She swatted playfully at my back, fighting the way I carried her, but when I slapped her ass, she wiggled and quietly moaned. I chuckled before tossing her down on the bed.
It was silent aside from our breathing and the sound that slipped from her lips as she hit the mattress. The look in her eyes darkened, and I was between her legs before she could catch her breath. I pressed my thigh against the sensitive spot between her legs and the moist center of her lacy panties. She bucked her hips in small upward movements, and I gave her an evil smile. The need in her eyes became desperation as I pulled my leg away from her and crawled down the bed.
Her breathing picked up, coming in small pants as I spread her thighs further apart with my hands. She bit her lip, whimpering, and her whimpers turned to cries when I pulled her panties to the side and leaned in, darting my tongue across her slit. I tightened my grip on her legs, knowing I’d leave small bruises on her pale white skin. When I licked and sucked at her clit, she locked her hands in my hair and pulled. The sharp pain caused by her tug made me growl, and I increased my pace.
I slipped my finger between her folds, continuing my attack on her clit. “You’re so wet for me, baby.” She writhed her body against the mattress, tightening her hold on my hair and bucking her hips against my face. I added another finger, arching both and feeling her walls flutter against them.
My erection pressed painfully against my jeans as Julianna quickly neared the edge. I didn’t stop, holding her thigh down with my hand and sucking her clit into my mouth. When I bit down, she came apart. The way she screamed my name was sweet and raspy, and I pulled away to look up at her face while she came down.
She breathed heavily and continued to shake while I unbuttoned and slid my jeans down my legs. My cock jutted out, and she quickly moved her gaze to it. Julianna licked her lips, but before she moved, I slid her panties down her legs and centered myself against her. The head of my erection pressed against her wet core, and she stretched around me when I slid into her. She whined, wrapping her legs around me and trying to pull me deeper.
With a swift movement, I entered her completely.I’ve been hurt before.“Fuck.” I grunted, pulling out and thrusting back into her.
Julianna’s eyes were wide and her mouth was open while she watched me, and the way she moaned encouraged me to pick up my pace. The way I slammed my body into hers was rough and raw, and she arched her back off the bed, pressing her chest against mine. Her walls gripped me.
“Please, please,” she panted. She shot her hands up to my shoulders, and when she dug her nails into my skin, I hissed at the pain. If I’d left bruises on her legs, she was leaving claw marks on my shoulders, and I wasn’t mad about it.
“Please what?” I paused, holding myself inside of her, but not moving. She whimpered, wiggling her hips in search of the friction she was eager for. I gripped her hips and held her still. “Say it, baby.”
She ran her tongue along her lips, gritting her teeth momentarily before crying out. “Please let me come.” The crack in her voice when she begged made my heart race.
I moved quickly, pounding back into her and pressing my thumb to her swollen bud. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, but her thighs still shook. She cried out, crashing into wave after wave of her orgasm, but I didn’t slow down or change my pace. The way she clenched and shook around me had me meeting my own peak, jerking into her a couple more times before filling her.
I crashed onto the bed around her and cringed when she pressed herself against me. Her body folded into mine perfectly, like it was built to fit right there, and she sighed happily. I ran my hand along her arm, breathing in her smell and feeling her body rest against mine.
“I think I’m falling in love with you.”
She said it mostly under her breath before she flickered her eyes shut, and a guilty wave of panic hit me at her words. I gently rolled her back from me and slid out of her bed. She gaped at me, her mouth open and her eyes glazed over with a lazy, satisfied look.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, hooking her arm up to rest her head on the crook of her elbow. A nervous, self-conscious look crossed her face as bile riled in my stomach.
