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One day, I promise myself, I’ll dance with Juliette, and everyone will know she’s mine. Tonight, though, I keep the secret close to my heart, and just drown in the love in her eyes.
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We get back to the hotel in the early hours. I go to my room, and ten minutes later, answer the door when she knocks. She comes in, and this time the door has only just closed before our mouths meet and the clothing starts coming off. She’s naked by the time we reach the bedroom, and it takes me two seconds to join her.
This time, after her performance in the bathroom, I’m determined to make it last for her, and I spend ages taking the time to arouse her, kissing her soft skin, stroking her all over, and eventually going down on her. I make her come once, then, because she tastes so good, a second time, before rolling on a condom and finally sliding inside her.
I want to wipe away any memory she has of Cam. I can’t avoid the things she used to do with him because I don’t know what they all are, and anyway most of them are fun in one way or another, and I’m not going to deny myself the pleasure of her body in any shape or form because that means it belongs to him, and I’m not having that.
So, taking it slow for a while, I try different positions, letting her get used to being with me. Me on top. Her on top. From behind, on all fours, lying down. I let her adjust to me each time, then thrust inside her with long, purposeful strokes, and just when we’re both starting to feel the heat rising, I switch position.
“Ahhh…” Eventually she gives a half-sigh, half-groan, when I flip her onto her back once more and slide into her. “Please…”
“Please what, Juliette?” Leaning forward, I lift one of her legs over my shoulder so I can drive into her more deeply.
“Oh fuck… let me come… please…” She lowers a hand between her legs, but I push it away.
“When I’m ready.” I cup her chin and lift it. Her eyes are feverish and slightly unfocused. “When you come,” I tell her, “I want you to keep your eyes open.”
“I’ll try.”
“You’ll do as I tell you. I want you to look at me and realize that you belong to me, and no other man is allowed to touch you like this. Ever. Do you hear me?”
She nods, her lips parting as her orgasm approaches.
“Only I get to make you come,” I tell her, my voice hoarse with passion. “Say it.”
“Ahhh… Henry…”
“Say it.”
“Only you,” she whispers.
Satisfied, I give in to the urge to thrust hard, and moments later she cries out and comes, looking up at me with hazy eyes as she pulses around me. I continue thrusting, feeling heat building inside, and our eyes lock as my climax hits. Ohhh… Juliette… I want to do this to you every day of every month of every year for the rest of eternity… I don’t ever want to let you go.
Chapter Twenty
Juliette
We lie for a while as our heartbeats slow, outlined by the moonlight. I rest on Henry’s chest, and he traces patterns on my back with light fingers.
“How’s your nephew doing?” I ask.
“Not great.” He sighs. “His girlfriend is having the pregnancy terminated next week. Happy New Year, eh?”
“Aw. And he doesn’t want her to?”
“He said she doesn’t either. I don’t know whether that’s true and she’s getting pressure from her parents, or if she’s just saying that because she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings.”
“Poor kids. Sixteen’s no age to have a baby.”
“No. He’s very upset about it. On Christmas Day, I told him to stop making a fuss because it should be a day of celebration. He said, ‘I made a baby, and he won’t get to be born. What would Jesus say about that?’”
“He’s got a point.”
“I know. That’s what makes it so hard. You gotta support the girl, no question. Pro-choice and all that. But it’s tough. Still, won’t ever be a problem for me personally.”
I turn my head and rest my chin on my hand. He has one arm tucked under his head, and we survey each other quietly.
