Chapter 489 Necker Island

Katia’s POV

The plane touched down, and the island opened beneath us, empty on purpose. Necker Island. White sand stretched along the shore, and the water was clear enough to see the bottom from the steps of the plane. Julian had paid for the entire place to be ours. No phones. Aiden was with Grandma, and Clara was with Gail. We had four days that belonged to no one else.

He took my hand as we descended the steps.

“This is the trip we kept putting off,” Julian said.

“We are already married,” I reminded him.

“I know,” he replied. “I still wanted you alone.”

The villa sat above the beach, with open walls, dark wood, and an infinity pool overlooking the ocean. I stood at the glass and thought about how long it had been since he had finished inside me. Since Clara. Since the careful nights, the closed bedroom door, and all those times I had told him to wait.

Julian came up behind me, wrapped himself around me, and pressed his mouth against my neck.

“Four days,” he murmured. “You are mine.”

“I have been yours,” I told him.

“Not like this. I have missed your body. I have missed the sounds you make when I am all the way in.”

We ate dinner on the terrace, surrounded by the sound of the ocean. There was fish, fruit, and wine that I only sipped. Across the table, Julian barely looked at his food because he was too busy watching my mouth.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too,” I told him. “I have loved you through the baby, through all those nights I fell asleep on you, and through every time I told you not yet. I still want you.”

His eyes darkened. “Say that again when I have you on the sand.”

After dinner, we walked down the private path toward the beach. The sand was still warm beneath my feet, and the moon hung high above the water. There was no one else on the entire shore.

Julian suddenly stopped walking and turned me toward him.

“I have been waiting since you told me to be careful,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I am done waiting.”

“Good,” I whispered. “I want you rough, and I want you slow. I want both.”

He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his hand slipped beneath my dress. His palm closed around my ass, and he pulled me firmly against his cock.

“Here,” I breathed against his mouth.

“On the sand,” Julian said. “Talk to me while I fuck you.”

He pulled the dress from my body and discovered there was nothing underneath it. Then he stripped himself. His cock was already hard and thick, with the head wet from wanting me. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him once.

“On your back,” he ordered.

I lowered myself onto the sand. Julian came over me, sucked one nipple into his mouth, then bit down just hard enough to make my back arch. His hand moved between my legs, and two fingers slid through my wetness. I was already soaked for him.

“You have been thinking about this,” he murmured.

“Since we were on the plane,” I admitted. “I want your cock. I want you to tell me you love me while you thrust.”

Julian pushed inside me with one long stroke. The sudden stretch pulled a gasp from my throat, and he immediately held himself still, pressing his forehead against mine.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Okay?”

“Move,” I demanded. “I love you. Fuck me.”

He pulled back until only the head remained inside me before thrusting all the way back to the base. The sand shifted beneath my shoulders as I hooked my ankles behind him. He repeated the movement, pulling out slowly before driving back into me hard. Out slow and hard. He did not rush me. Every thrust was deep and complete, his hips meeting mine while his cock dragged through me.

“Look at me,” Julian demanded.

“I see you,” I breathed, holding his gaze. “I love you. Do that again.”

He did exactly what I asked. A long pull followed by a hard drive into me. Then another long pull and another hard thrust. My nails dug into his back while the waves crashed against the shore behind us.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So tight and wet. Mine. I love this cunt, and I love you. Tell me if it becomes too much.”

“It is not too much,” I assured him. “Harder. I love you.”

I reached down and rubbed my clit. Julian watched my hand while maintaining those long, deep thrusts. When my legs started shaking, he shortened his movements, then went deep again so I could feel every inch of him when I came. My body clenched tightly around his cock as I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. He continued fucking me through the orgasm, never stopping his words.

“That is it,” he encouraged. “Come on, me. I love you. I am not done.”

“Inside,” I told him.

Julian buried himself completely inside me and came. I felt the heat spilling into me while his hips jerked through his release. When it was over, he stayed inside me, breathing heavily against my neck while pressing kisses along my jaw.

“I love you,” he murmured. “Stay with me. I want you again.”

“Give me a minute,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Then I want to be on top. I want to fuck you on this sand.”

He rolled onto his back and pulled me against his side. His hand remained between my legs, but he did not push or demand anything. He simply held me open, feeling what he had left inside me while we listened to the water moving against the shore.

“Talk to me,” Julian murmured.

“I missed you,” I confessed. “Not the house. Not the name. You. I missed the way you look at me when you are about to come and the way you say my name like it hurts.”