“I think after the meeting with my mom, the act of packing felt final—irrevocable.”
“You were planning to move from their house anyway,” I said.
“I was, but I imagined it to be more festive, a celebration.” Her head shook. “This felt as though I was closing a door on everything I’ve known.”
“That’s not what’s happening. Your parents will always be your parents.”
“You walked away from yours.”
She wasn’t wrong. Julia’s situation was different. “You have a connection. Wade Pharmaceutical will always be your family’s company. The only difference is that soon I will be a part of that too—part of your family. You aren’t leaving forever. You’ve grown and blossomed. Your petals have opened. I see you that way. Once you take your rightful place at Wade, others will see you that way. How your parents see you is immaterial. There is only one person’s vision of you that matters.”
Peering over her shoulder, her eyes sparked. “And you love me.”
“I do, but I wasn’t talking about me. I was talking about you. Julia, the most important person is how you see yourself.”
She nodded and pointed through the windows. “Look out there. Do you think we can be seen?”
“That’s why I dimmed the lights. I want you to myself.” I reached around, finding the place where I could give her some release. “Spread your legs and keep your head against me.”
“Van.”
“Shh. Let me help you.”
I parted her folds, dipping my fingers into her warm haven. With my thumb running circles over her clit, I pushed inside her. Two fingers. Julia’s grip of my arms tightened. Peppering her neck and shoulder with kisses, I continued moving in and out. A pinch of her clit and her hips bucked.
“Oh, Van.”
“Hold on, beautiful. Cover my fingers with your come.” In and out, the water moved the faster my hand went. My other hand went to her breasts, caressing and tweaking her nipples. All at once, Julia leaned forward, calling out my name as her pussy pulsated, bathing my fingers in her essence.
For a moment, she lay back against my chest as her breathing resumed a normal cadence.
After a bit, the water sloshed as Julia moved to her knees and turned. She was stunning. Salacia—the Roman divinity of the sea—paled in comparison. Julia’s nipples were red and still beaded. Water dripped from her pinkened skin, rolling down her pert breasts.
“I’ve never made love in a bathtub.”
A smile lifted my cheeks. “I seem to recall a few times in the shower.”
“Never in a tub.”
“You know how I feel about firsts,” I said with a grin. Having her come in my grasp had my cock hard and ready to go. “Come here.”
I moved forward as Julia moved closer, placing her knees on either side of my legs. Holding tightly to her hips, her perfect round tits were right in front of me. Leaning forward I seized one nipple and then the next, licking and sucking. As Julia’s hands came to my shoulders, I lined the tip of my cock up with her core. Her knees flexed as I pulled her hips down, sheathing my cock in her tight, warm pussy.
My neck strained as I became lost in the sensation that was her.
Fuck, she felt amazing.
Up and down she moved, her lips parted as water spilled from the sloshing waves and the bathroom filled with her assortment of sounds. Words interspersed from her and from me and yet it was the undistinguishable noises that encouraged our motion, the magic friction of our union.
As her movements sped up, my balls tightened. The pressure was almost unbearable—a volcano about to erupt.
“Fuck,” I called out as Julia’s pussy constricted and her fingernails scratched my shoulders. I pulled her hips down, holding her to me as my cock throbbed within her trembling core. Finally, her forehead dropped to my shoulder and our hearts pounded against one another’s.
When she lifted her head, Julia’s expression of pure bliss was one I could gaze upon for eternity. Her lips curled and her blue orbs sparkled. “I think I’m hungry now.”