Chapter 490 Stop Squeezing Me
Katia’s POV
“It does hurt, but in the good way,” he admitted. “I love you, Katia. My wife. The mother of my children. The woman lying on this beach with me. I love all of it.”
“I love you too,” I whispered before pushing myself up. “Now lie still.”
I swung one leg over his body and straddled him. He was already hard again. I took his cock in my hand, rubbed the head through the mess he had already made between my legs, and slowly sank onto him. The stretch felt different from this angle. I took him all the way to the base and remained there, my hands resting against his chest while the sand pressed against my knees.
“I love you,” I said, looking directly into his eyes. “Watch me.”
“I am watching,” Julian replied. “Ride me. Use me.”
I lifted myself until he almost slipped out before dropping back down. I moved slowly enough that he could feel every inch. Then I did it again, lifting before sinking all the way down. My breasts moved with my body, and Julian reached up to hold them, brushing his thumbs over my nipples.
“Talk to me,” he demanded.
“I love you. I missed your cock, and I missed coming on you,” I told him. “Stay still and let me fuck you.”
He tried to obey, but his hips twitched beneath me. I continued riding him, grinding against him whenever I reached the bottom before lifting myself again. The sounds of our skin, the shifting sand, and the ocean blended together around us. I leaned forward and kissed him without stopping the movement of my hips.
“I love you,” I whispered against his mouth. “I am yours. Do not come yet.”
“Then stop squeezing me,” Julian groaned.
“No,” I teased.
I sat upright and began riding him faster, my hands braced against his stomach while my hips rolled over him. Julian grabbed my waist and started thrusting upward to meet every downward movement. Down and up. Again and again. We kept going longer than we had the first time because neither of us wanted it to end.
“Right there,” I gasped. “Keep doing that. I love you. I am close.”
“Come on, my cock,” Julian urged. “I want to feel it. I love you.”
I rubbed my clit and came on top of him, my entire body shaking as my cunt gripped his cock in tight pulses. Julian held my hips and thrust upward hard, once, twice, then again until he came with my name on his lips, spilling himself inside me for the second time.
We stayed like that afterward, with me resting on his chest and him still inside me. His arms wrapped securely around my back. There was sand in our hair and moonlight reflecting across the water.
“I love you,” Julian whispered. “Not the wedding. Not the headlines. You.”
“I love you too,” I replied. “When my legs start working again, take me upstairs. I am not finished with you, but this beach was the part I wanted first.”
“You have me,” he promised. “Tonight. Tomorrow. After we go home. You have me.”
He kissed my temple and did not move until I told him to.
I woke to the heat of Julian’s body against my back and his hand already between my thighs.
The shutters were open, and the sea was loud beyond the villa. He was already awake behind me, his mouth pressed against my shoulder and two fingers sliding through me as though he had simply been waiting for my eyes to open.
“Morning,” Julian murmured against my skin.
“You started without me,” I accused sleepily.
“You were wet in your sleep. I took it as a yes.”
“It is a yes,” I assured him.
He pushed those fingers inside me and curled them. I pushed back against his hand, feeling his hard cock pressed firmly against my ass. Julian did not rush. He worked me slowly until my hips were rocking against his hand, then pulled his fingers out and positioned himself behind me.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“I want you. I love you. Put it in.”
He thrust inside me slowly, going all the way in before staying there for a moment. The stretch was easier than it had been on the beach. My body knew him again. He pulled out until only the head remained inside me, then drove himself back in. Again and again. Long, deep strokes, with one hand gripping my hip and his mouth close to my ear.
“I love you,” Julian breathed. “I love waking up inside you.”
“Then do not stop,” I told him.
He did not. He fucked me on my side until my hand found my clit and I came around him, gasping into the pillow. Julian followed a minute later, buried deep inside me as he spilled into me with my name on his lips.
We stayed like that until the mess between us finally forced us to move.
Breakfast was fruit and coffee on the terrace. I wore Julian’s shirt and nothing else underneath it. He watched my bare legs when I crossed them beneath the table.
“Swim,” he suggested. “Before I bend you over this table.”
“The table can wait,” I replied. “The water cannot.”
The beach was completely empty. We walked into the sea until the water reached my ribs. Julian pulled me under once just to hear me swear at him, then lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock nudge against me beneath the water.
“Here?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Here,” Julian confirmed. “Hold on.”
He pushed inside me. The water made the movement slower, and I locked my ankles behind his back while he thrust upward. His movements were short at first because the sea fought against him, but then he carried us toward shallower water until his feet found firm sand and he could brace himself properly.