"I’m not done"

I clench my legs around his hips, pulling him into me, and he accepts the invitation. He pushes all the way in, hard, and the combination of his large cock and that amazing piercing are almost my undoing.

"Fuck, Nate." I whisper and he grins against my mouth, and then leans back to look into my eyes. He pulls back and slams into me again, then stills and watches my face. I'm panting, my cheeks are flushed with lust. "If you do that again, I'm gonna come," I whisper.

His grin widens and he pulls back, then slams back inside me even harder, and rotates his hips in a circle, grinding the root of his cock against my clit and I come apart at the seams, my body shuddering and clenching, my blood on fire, screaming his name.

"You needed that?" he whispers and plants tiny, sweet kisses all over my face, across my cheeks, down my jaw, my nose.

"Hmm," I respond.

"Open your eyes."

My gaze finds his and he's smiling at me gently, brushing stray strands of hair off my temples.

"Are you okay?"

I kiss his lips softly. "I'm okay."

"Good, because I'm not done." I realize that he's not only still inside me, but he hasn't come and he's as hard as ever. My eyes widen and I tighten my arms and legs around him as he pushes us off the wall and starts to walk up the stairs, his hands still supporting my ass.

"God, you're strong." I run my hands through his hair, loving that he can carry me so effortlessly.

"You're just small, baby."

He carries me into my bedroom and pulls back the duvet. He climbs onto the bed with me still in his arms and lays me down on the cool sheets, his body hovering over me.

"You needed it rough, but I need this." He laces my fingers in his and brings both of our hands above my head, and starts to move inside me again, slowly, pulling all the way out and pushing all the way in again in a slow, easy pace.

His lips are driving me mad, nibbling the sides of my mouth, right under my ears, sending sparks through me and down my spine.

"Faster," I whisper, but he just smiles lovingly down at me and shakes his head.

"No, just like this."

He's worshiping me with his body, showing me without words what I mean to him, that he's sorry for earlier. I pull my legs up his sides and he shifts so I can rest my calves on his shoulders without letting go of my hands, and he leans into my legs, pushing even farther into me.

"Oh, Nate."

"Yes, baby."

This slow pace is killing me. I tighten my inner muscles around him, and he clenches his eyes shut. With each stroke, I clench around him, as hard as possible, until finally he starts to speed up.

"So fucking tight…" Our hands are still locked together above me, my legs on his shoulders and he picks up speed, thrusting harder and faster, sweat rolling down the side of his face. I feel his body tighten and I know he's about to surrender to the climax building in him.

"Come, babe," I whisper and his eyes snap open. He kisses me hard and cries out as he comes, rocking his pelvis against mine as he releases into me.

"Oh, God, baby." He lets go of my hands, letting my legs down, and buries his fingers in my hair. I wrap my legs around his waist and run my hands down his sweat-dampened back. He's kissing me gently, our breathing is slowly returning to normal. He pulls back just slightly so he can focus in on my eyes and says, "It's only you, Julianne. It will only ever be you."