Julia’s head falls back.

I toy with her nipples. Toy with her pussy, circling my fingertips through her folds, taking my time while she eggs me on by bucking her hips.

All the while I watch her. Eyes on her face. Taking in every sigh, every small smile, every time her breath catches.

My dick presses painfully against the front of my pants. At this point, I could care less if they tear open. Seems fitting for the evening we’re having.

I lean in and kiss her chest, her throat, moving both my hands to her pussy. Holding her lips open with my thumbs, I duck down and give her a quick, firm lick, back to front.

“Grey,” she moans. “I’m close. Please.”

Smiling, I sink two fingers of one hand inside her. I circle my thumb over her clit.

And then, straightening, I tickle her asshole with my pinkie finger.

Like clockwork, she comes.

With a shout. Her legs clamp around my torso and she bolts upright, arms wrapped around my head as her cunt pulses around my fingers.

I wait for her orgasm to subside and her breathing to slow.

Then I make quick work of my pants and boxers. I lift her off the dresser and press her up against the wall. She slides down my torso, the heat of her bare pussy meeting with the head of my cock as I wrap her legs around my waist.

“I love having you like this,” I say softly, pressing my thumb to her clit. “Bare.”

After my screen came back negative, we stopped using condoms.

The feel of her raw—it’s heaven.

She runs a hand through my hair, smoothing it back from my face.

Without a word, she reaches down and positions me at her entrance. Rocking her hips, she welcomes me inside her. Just my head.

Just enough to make me see stars. The sensation of feeling her raw—hot, sweet, soft—

The knowledge that she trusts me, that she’s letting me in—

I growl, burying my head in the crook of her shoulder. I move my hands to her ass cheeks and guide her farther down onto my shaft. I can just feel the final echoes of her orgasm in small, sweet flutters.

Fucking hell.

I gotta have her. This woman who trusts me and knows me and keeps me, despite everything.

Rocking back my hips, I surge forward, impaling her in one strong, measured motion. Her tits bounce; her mouth is open again, and I cover it with mine. Biting her, claiming her as I rock back, thrust forward, again and again and again. Each time harder and faster. Gliding through her slick heat with ease. Mindless with lust and love and my God look how far we’ve come.

Look how good this has gotten.

The dresser beside us rocks against the wall in time to my movements. Neighbors can definitely hear us fucking like animals but I don’t care.

She sucks on my lower lip. Tears at my back with her fingernails, even as she spreads her legs wider, asking for more, wanting me to go deeper.