Chapter 296: [296] "Now you get a reward 2" (R18)

He crawled over her, braced on his forearms, and for a long moment neither of them moved.

They just breathed, forehead to forehead, the whole season, the injuries, the away trips, the seven-point gap, the confetti...dissolving into the narrow space between their bodies.

"I love you," he said.

"I know." She framed his face in her hands. "I love you too. Now take these off me before I lose my mind."

He peeled the lace down her legs with care, kissing each newly bared inch--the bend of her knee, the soft inner thigh, the crease where leg met hip--until she was naked beneath him and quivering. She was soaked already, he could see it, could smell it, her pussy flushed and glistening in the lamplight, her clit swollen and peeking out from its hood, begging for his attention.

He settled between her thighs and draped her legs over his shoulders. "Luc, please--"

He gave her his mouth.

His tongue slid through her wet folds in one long stroke, and her whole body bowed off the mattress. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, tracing every part of her, the weeping entrance of her pussy, the sensitive skin beneath, the aching bud of her clit, which he circled with the soft flat part of his tongue before closing his lips around it and sucking.

First gentle, then firmer, finding the pressure that made her cry out.

"Oh God-- oh-- there, don’t stop--"

He had no intention of stopping.

Two fingers joined his mouth, sliding into her tight heat easily, curling upward against the rough patch of tissue inside her that made her sob his name and clutch at the sheets.

He fucked her with his fingers in deep strokes while his tongue worked her clit, building her relentlessly, layer upon layer, until her thighs were shaking against his ears and the muscles of her stomach fluttered under his free hand.

"Luc-- Luc, I’m-- ahhh--"

Her orgasm broke over her like a wave. Her back arching, her pussy clenching around his fingers, a keening cry tearing out of her that she made no effort whatsoever to muffle.

He worked her through every second of it, softer and softer, until she collapsed back into the mattress, boneless, gasping, her chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glowing on her skin.

He kissed his way back up her body. She caught his face in both hands and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips, moaning softly into his mouth.

"Now," she whispered against him. "Inside me. I’ve waited all night for this. No more waiting."

He reached for the nightstand drawer, and she caught his wrist.

"No condom tonight," she said softly. "I want all of you. I want to feel everything." He hesitated only a heartbeat, they were careful, always.

He nodded, and she guided him to her with her own hand, dragging the thick head of his cock through her soaked folds, coating him in her wetness, positioning him at her entrance. Both of them shuddered at the first contact.

He pushed in slowly.

The blunt head of his dick parted her inch by inch, her tight pussy yielding around his girth, stretching to take him, and they both watched it happen, heads bent between their bodies, watching his cock disappear into her, bit by bit.

She was so wet, so open from his mouth and fingers, and still the fit was deliciously snug, her walls gripping him like a fist, molding to every vein and ridge of him.

"Fuck, Juliette--" His voice was wrecked. "You feel--"

"Deeper," she breathed, hooking her ankles behind his back, pulling him down into her. "I want all of you. Every inch. Give me all of it."

He sank home until his hips met hers, until he was buried to the root inside her pulsing heat, and they both went still, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, joined completely.

Her pussy fluttered around him, adjusting, clenching, and he gritted his teeth against the overwhelming squeeze.

"Move," she begged. "Luc. Move."

He drew out slowly, almost all the way, until only the head remained splitting her open, then slid back in with one long, rolling thrust that bottomed out against her cervix and wrung a cry from both of them.

He set a rhythm like that, deep, each stroke dragging along every nerve she had, his hips meeting hers with a steady slap of skin on skin. A celebration measured out in thrusts, every one of them deliberate, every one of them an answer to night’s worth of waiting.

"Yes-- yes, just like that-- don’t stop--"

"I’ve got you." He kissed her throat, her jaw, the corner of her mouth, never breaking stride. "I’ve got you, mon c?ur."

She met his movement, her hips rising to take him deeper, her nails raking down his back, her heels digging into him urging him on. The room filled with the sounds of the creak of the mattress, the wet slide of his cock plunging into her dripping pussy, her escalating moans and his broken groans, two voices tangling into one.

Sweat sheened them both, their bodies sliding together, her hardened nipples dragging across his chest with every stroke.

"I’m close again," she gasped, thighs trembling around him. "Luc-- I’m-- with me. Cum with me. I want to feel you fill me up--"

That undid whatever control he had left. His rhythm faltered, sharpened, grew harder and faster, driving into her with pounding strokes as the pressure at the base of his spine wound tighter and tighter.

His fingers slipped between their bodies and found her clit, rubbing circles, determined to take her over the edge with him.

"Cum for me," he growled against her ear. "Now, Juliette. Now."

She shattered.

Her pussy clamped down around his cock in wave after convulsing wave, her scream of his name ringing off the walls, her entire body seizing around him, and the rippling grip of her climax dragged him over with her.

He buried himself to the hilt one final time and erupted, his cock pulsing deep inside her, spurting hot, thick ropes of cum against her womb, load after load flooding her until she could feel it filling every space he wasn’t already occupying, until it leaked out around where they were joined and dripped down onto the sheets.

They rode it out together, his hips rocking in small, shallow movements, prolonging everything, her legs locked around him and her arms around his neck, both of them moaning softly into each other’s mouths as the last aftershocks pulsed through them.

Finally he collapsed beside her, slipping free with a groan, pulling her against his chest.

She nestled into him, her leg thrown over his, his cum still warm and trickling slowly from her well-fucked pussy onto her thigh.

Neither of them cared. The medal sat in a bag by the door. Everything else could wait until whenever. The world, tonight, ended at the border of this bed.

"Fuck. Best sex ever," Juliette murmured drowsily against his collarbone, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with one fingertip.

"Right," Luc said softly, tightening his arm around her, his lips moving against her hair. "So right."