“Julian,” she moans, her breathing coming faster as I push two fingers into her tight, hot channel and curl them inside her. “Oh my God, Julian!” Her words end on a soft cry as her body goes taut, and then I feel her pulsing in release.
When her contractions ease, I withdraw my fingers from her swollen flesh and trail them up her ribcage. “Turn over, baby,” I say softly. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She obeys, and I reach for the massage oil again. Pouring a generous amount into my hand, I massage it into her neck, arms, and back, enjoying her continued moans of pleasure. By the time I get to the firm curves of her ass, I’m breathing heavily myself, my cock like an iron spike in my pants. Climbing onto the bed, I straddle her thighs and lean forward, covering her with my body.
“I want to fuck you,” I whisper in her ear, knowing she can feel the hard pressure of my erection against her ass. “Do you want that, baby? Do you want me to take you and make you come again?”
She shudders underneath me. “Yes. Please, yes.”
A dark smile forms on my lips. “Your wish is my command.” Unzipping my pants, I pull out my cock and slide my left arm under her hips, elevating her ass for a better angle. On a different day, I’d pour the oil over her tiny asshole and take her there, reveling in her reluctance, but not today. Today, I’m going to give her only what she wants.
Pressing my cock to her small, slick entrance, I begin to push in.
Soft, wet heat engulfs me as I work my way deeper into her body. Despite the lust pounding through me, I move slowly, letting her adjust to my size. When I’m all the way in, she moans, clenching around me, and I nearly combust at the squeezing sensation, my balls tightening against my body.
“Julian . . .” She’s panting again, squirming underneath me as I begin to thrust in slow, controlled movements. “Julian, please, let me come . . .”
Her begging pushes me over the edge, and with a low growl, I begin to fuck her harder, pounding into her tight, silky flesh. I can hear her cries, feel her body squeezing me even more, and when her contractions begin anew, I explode with a hoarse groan, my seed spurting into her spasming pussy.
Afterwards, I stretch out beside her and gather her into my arms.
“Happy twentieth birthday, baby,” I murmur into her tangled hair, and she laughs softly, the sound full of delight.
* * *
“Oh, Julian, you really shouldn’t have,” Nora protests as I lock the delicate diamond pendant in place around her neck. “It’s gorgeous, but—”
“But what?” I step back, admiring how the crescent-shaped stone looks against her golden skin in the mirror.
She turns away from the mirror to face me, her eyes dark and serious. “You already made the day so special for me, with the massage and the pancakes Rosa made for breakfast. You didn’t need to get me such an expensive gift as well. Especially since I’ve never had a chance to get you anything for your birthday.”
“My birthday is in November,” I say, amused. “Last November you didn’t even know that I survived the explosion, so there’s no way you could’ve gotten anything for me. And the year before, well . . .” I smile, remembering how much she resented me her first few months on the island.
“Right.” Nora’s gaze is unblinking. “The year before, I had other things on my mind.”
I laugh. “I’m sure. In any case, don’t worry about it. I don’t celebrate my birthday.”
“Why not?” Her eyebrows pull together in a puzzled frown. “You don’t like birthdays?”
“Not my own, no.” My parents routinely forgot it when I was a child, and I’d learned to forget it as well. “In any case, that has nothing to do with this gift. If you don’t like it, I can get you something else.”
“No.” Nora clutches the necklace possessively. “I love it.”
“Then it’s yours.” Stepping toward her, I tilt her chin up with my fingers and press a brief kiss to her lips before stepping back. “Now you should get ready. Your parents are waiting to have lunch with you.”
She blinks, staring at me. “What are we doing tonight? You told them we already have plans.”
“We do. I’m taking you to a restaurant in the city.” I pause, looking at her. “Unless you want to do something else? It’s your choice.”
“Really?” Her face lights up with excitement. “In that case, can we do something crazy?”
“Such as?”
“Can we go to a nightclub after dinner?”
My first inclination is to say no, but I bite back the words. “Why?” I ask instead.
She shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed. “I don’t know. I just think it would be fun. I haven’t been to a club since—” She falls silent, biting her lip.
“Since you met me.”
She nods, and I recall the conversation we had after lunch with her friends. There had been a certain wistfulness in Nora’s voice when she spoke of going out and having fun, a longing for things she thought she’d never experience.
“Which club do you want to go to?” I ask, unable to believe I’m even entertaining the idea.
Nora’s eyes brighten. “Any club,” she says quickly. “Whichever one you think is safest. I don’t care where we go, just as long as there’s music and dancing.”
“How about the one where we met?” I suggest reluctantly. “My men are familiar with it from before, so it’ll be easier—”