Chapter 491 The Island

Katia’s POV

His thrusts became harder, each one sending water rushing up my stomach. I held tightly to his neck and kissed him between gasps.

“I love you,” I breathed. “Right there. Do not change it.”

“I love you too. Come on me in the sea. I want to feel it.”

I rubbed myself against him until I came with my face buried against his neck. Julian continued thrusting through my orgasm, giving me another five or six hard strokes before coming inside me with a groan that was almost swallowed by the sound of the water.

We floated together afterward, with his hands supporting me and my cheek resting comfortably against his shoulder.

“I do not want to share you when we go back,” I admitted.

“You will not have to share the nights,” Julian promised. “The days belong to the children. The nights are mine.”

“Good,” I replied.

We walked along the hill path after we had dried off. The lookout sat high above the rest of the island, giving us a view of everything below. Julian stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist and his chin resting on top of my head.

“When we get home,” he began, “I want a week where I come to bed before midnight. No calls. No, Elliot. No Noah showing up at the gate.”

“You can want that,” I said. “The world will still knock.”

“Then I will tell the world to wait. I love you, Katia. I am not going back to a house where I only touch you when the baby is down.”

“Clara will still wake,” I reminded him.

“Then I will take you after she goes back to sleep. Or before she wakes. I am not losing this again.”

I turned around in his arms and kissed him.

“I love you too,” I whispered. “Now take me to that cove before I climb you right here on this path.”

The cove was hidden inside a cut in the rock, with a stretch of flat stone above the water and no way down except the path we had taken. Julian spread a towel across the stone, but I pushed him onto his back before he could decide what happened next.

“My turn,” I told him.

“Take it,” Julian said.

I sank down onto him until he was completely inside me and stayed there, my hands resting against his chest while I watched his face. Then I lifted myself until he almost slipped out before dropping back down. Slowly. Fully. I repeated the movement again and again while Julian watched my breasts move and swore beneath his breath.

“Talk to me,” he demanded.

“I love you. I love your cock. Stay still and let me fuck you.”

He tried to obey, but his hips still rose instinctively to meet me. I rode him longer than I had on the beach, grinding against him whenever I was completely full of him and rising whenever I wanted to feel the slow drag of his cock inside me. The sun burned hot against my back while the water slapped against the rocks below us.

“I am close,” I warned him.

“Then use me,” Julian urged. “I love you. Come.”

I rubbed my clit and came on him, my body shaking while my cunt gripped his cock in tight pulses. Julian grabbed my hips and held me against him.

“Flip me,” I demanded. “I want you over me.”

He rolled us over, putting me beneath him. The stone was warm against my back as he hooked one of my knees up and thrust into me hard. He returned to those long strokes I loved, pulling out until only the head remained before driving himself all the way back to the base. His forehead rested against mine while he moved.

“I love you,” Julian breathed. “Look at me while I fuck you.”

“I see you,” I gasped. “Harder. I want another one.”

He gave me exactly what I asked for, thrusting deeper while sliding one hand between our bodies to rub my clit. I came again, the orgasm smaller this time, and Julian followed shortly afterward. He spilled inside me with his mouth pressed against mine, making me swallow the sound of his release.

We lay together on the rock until the sun shifted above us. Julian’s fingers drew lazy circles across my stomach while mine remained buried in his hair.

“Memorable enough?” he asked with a satisfied smile.

“Ask me tonight,” I replied. “I am not done with you.”

Back at the villa, the pool was as smooth and quiet as glass. We did not bother going inside. Julian sat on one of the steps beneath the water, and I climbed into his lap, facing him, before taking him inside me again. This time was slower. There was less talking at first. Just his hands moving over my back, my mouth against his, and the small movements of my hips because I did not want to lift myself away from him.

“I love you,” Julian whispered against my lips.

“I love you too. Stay inside me. I like the weight of you there.”

We stayed together until the sky turned pink above the water. Julian came inside me one last time, quietly this time, holding me firmly against him while he finished. I did not come again, and I did not need to. This time, I wanted the closeness more than I wanted the finish.

“Bed,” Julian murmured.

“In a minute,” I replied. “I want to watch the sky.”

He kept me in his lap, our bodies still joined, and watched the changing sky with me.

That was the island. It was not a schedule or a list of things we had planned to do. It was him and me, the water and the rocks, and the promise that when we returned home, our nights would never go back to waiting.