My Husband Wants An Open Marriage (Julie and Ryan)
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CHAPTER 068: Sated

Julie gives me a funny look. "Must be the sweat," she says.

It's not. But I don't argue. I don't have time to think because Julie's hand slides into my pants. Her slender fingers brush against my skin, sending a tremor through me. My heart races as she expertly caresses me, her touch like a feverish dream. I'm powerless to resist. My mind is consumed by the electric sensations coursing through my body. I feel myself growing harder. She continues to stroke me with a skillful, unhurried rhythm, forward, backward, circular motion-especially at the dripping tip. It's as if she's unraveling me, peeling back layers of restraint and control to reveal the raw, animalistic desire beneath. I'm lost in this moment, adrift in a sea of pleasure, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of her touch.

I pull myself up to my knees, causing Julie's wandering hand to fall out.

Then I begin to peel off her clothes. Her eyes stay locked onto mine. The silence is punctuated by our heavy breaths and the soft rustle of fabric as it falls away.

Her shirt is gone, thrown to the floor. So are her pants. I manage to get her bra undone. My lips leave a trail of hot kisses down her collarbone. My tongue darts out to taste the salty sweetness of her skin.

Julie rips my shirt over my head, our skin finally meeting. The heat and electricity of our connection makes my head spin. I trail kisses down her chest, my hands roaming her thighs, my fingers digging into the softness of her skin. I want to taste every inch of her, to worship her body until she's screaming my name in ecstasy. My lips replace her nipple, and I suck hard, my tongue circling as she moans above me.

Suddenly, she's pushing me onto the bed, and I replace myself falling on my back. She quickly gathers pillows and props my head up, creating a comfortable nook for me to rest.

There's a mischievous glint in her eyes as she whispers, "Today's for you."

"Umm..."

Before I can utter another word, she moves, sliding my pants off. The sensation of the cool air against my skin is fleeting as she soon follows up by removing my boxers. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet utterly enthralled by the situation. Her movements are deliberate, calculated, and I can't help but wonder where she's going with this.

She shifts her position, kneeling between my legs. Her eyes never leave mine, and I can sense her intention, her desire, as she positions herself to take me into her mouth. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I feel myself growing harder-if that's even possible. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to the way she looks at me, like I'm the most precious thing she's ever seen. She grips me firmly in her hand, her eyes still on mine, and I swear I can feel my heart pounding all the way down to my dick. She's going to kill me. She leans down.

I groan as her warm, wet mouth envelopes me. The heat and suction makes me see stars. She uses her hand and mouth in the most incredible ways-going up down, around-and I swear to God if she doesn't stop, I'll explode in a couple of minutes. I fist my hands in the sheets, trying to hold back the groans that want to escape from the back of my throat.

"Fuck, sweetheart," I whisper, my hips bucking up to meet her mouth. "That feels so good."

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I feel her nails dig into my hips, the pain only spurring me on. I can't take it. Can't take anymore.

"I need you," I say. "I need to be inside you."

She looks up at me, her eyes dark with a need that matches mine, and I feel my heart stop. I swear the world falls away, the only things that exist are her and me, two desperate beings trying to fill the void inside us.

She stops, pulling away and licking her lips. The sight of her red, wet mouth makes me want to weep with need.

I don't remember falling, but we're on the floor now. Julie's movement had been fluid and fierce. With a swift, expert roll, she had me landing on the carpet with a soft thud. She's on top of me. The sudden change in position leaves me momentarily stunned, but as I look up at her, I see the hunger in her eyes, and my body responds accordingly.

"I see you're using those self-defense skills," I say.

"Only for the right reasons."

She hovers over me, her lips inches from mine. The sight of those lips is almost too much to bear, and I feel myself growing more desperate for her to close the distance. Today's for me, she'd said. I know she wants to be in charge today. Fine, I'll let her. But if she keeps teasing me like this... Just as I'm about to say 'fuck it', she positions herself over my body and slowly impales herself on my dick, taking me to the hilt. The sensation is overwhelming. I'm no longer a person, but an extension of the world itself. An extension of her.

As she settles into the position, I can't help but beg for more. "Fuck me," I say, my hands fisting in her hair as I pull her down for a quick, possessive kiss. "Fuck me until I can't feel anything but you."

She starts to move, her hips undulating in a slow rhythm. The friction is intense, the pleasure building with each passing moment.

Then she doubles the pace.

She's like a goddess possessed, riding me like I've never been ridden before. I can't breathe. I can't think. I don't know where I end and she begins. I only know that I am hers. Forever and always.

As she rides me, I feel myself slipping deeper into the abyss, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. But I don't want it to stop, I don't want this moment to end. I want to be lost in this feeling forever, with her on top of me, guiding me through the storm of desire that's engulfing us both.

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Her hips roll, taking me deeper, and I swear I see the world slow down around us. The only sound is our combined moans of ecstasy.

"Oh, god," she says, throwing her head back.

She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, even as my vision starts to blur and everything is turning hazy around the edges. I am nothing but a beast in this moment, driven to the edge of madness by her skillful hips, by the way her breasts bounce and her hips arch.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," she moans.

She's close.

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I am panting, my hips snapping as she grinds herself on me. I can feel my eyes fluttering closed, the sensation of her sex dripping on me too much. I am so fucking gone. Gone for her. Only her. I don't know when. I don't know how. I only know that as soon as I hear her cry out in bliss, I lose it. I come harder than

I ever have.

My balls draw up and my spine tingles, and I am gone. I feel my dick pulse and spurt. Spurt deep inside

her.

Her limbs go limp as she collapses on me.

The room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater and our unsteady breaths.

Julie is still sprawled half on top of me, her arm draped over my chest. My skin feels too tight, my heart racing in a way that has nothing to do with what just happened between us. I should feel sated, but instead, there's this strange heaviness in my chest, a sense of something bigger than just the two of us. I don't know what it is, and it's pissing me off. I'm not the kind of man who sits around analyzing his feelings. But here I am, staring at the ceiling like a damn teenager trying to figure out why his world just tilted on its axis.

It hits me-the way she looked at me when she said she'd go see Sara, the way she touches me. The way she's here, now, even though she doesn't need to. It's not just the sex, though that's a hell of a perk. It's the way she makes me feel like I'm more than the sum of my mistakes. Like I'm not just the man who lost everything, but someone worth sticking around for. And it terrifies me because I know what this feeling is, and I know how much it can destroy me if she doesn't feel the same. But it's too late to stop it, too late to shove it back into whatever box I've been keeping it in.

"I love you." The words tumble out of me before I even realize I'm saying them.