Chapter 176: [176] "Inch by inch"
A soft sound escaped her throat, half sigh, half moan.
Luc’s fingers slid higher under her tank top, tracing the curve of her ribs until his palms cupped the weight of her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. Her nipples were already tight, pressing against the material, and he brushed his thumbs over them in slow, deliberate strokes that made her arch into his touch.
"Luc," she breathed, and the way she said his name, like a prayer and a warning all at once, made his cock twitch against her.
She rolled her hips again, grinding down with more purpose this time. The friction was exquisite torture through the layers of clothing between them. He could feel the heat of her even through their sweatpants, he could sense how wet she was getting just from this slow, careful exploration.
Juliette’s hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up until it bunched under his arms. She broke the almost-kiss to look down at his exposed chest, her eyes filled with want. Her fingers traced the defined lines of his muscles, following the ridges and valleys she’d mapped so many times, but almost never with this hungry, possessive touch.
"Your heart’s racing," she observed back, pressing her palm flat over him. "One hundred and ten beats per minute. Maybe one fifteen."
"What’s up with the medical assessment?" he asked, his voice rough.
She leaned down and pressed her lips to the center of his chest without replying, right over his heartbeat. Her tongue flicked out, tasting his skin, and he groaned at the wet heat of her mouth.
Luc’s hands slid down to grip her ass, squeezing the firm muscle. He pulled her harder against him, guiding her movements as she rocked her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Each roll of her body sent sparks shooting through him, building the tension coiling low in his belly.
"Take this off," he said, tugging at her tank top.
Juliette sat up straighter, crossing her arms and pulling the shirt over her head. Her bra was simple, black cotton, practical, but the way it cupped her breasts made his mouth water. She reached behind her back, unclasped it, and let it fall away.
Her breasts spilled free, and Luc’s hands were there immediately, cupping them, lifting them, his thumbs brushing over her bare nipples. They were dark pink, stiff, and when he pinched one gently between his fingers, she gasped and ground down harder against his cock.
"Fuck," she whispered, the clinical professionalism completely gone from her voice now. She was just Juliette, his Juliette, hot, wanting, and straddling him like she belonged there.
She reached down between them, her fingers finding the waistband of his sweatpants. She tugged at the fabric, and he lifted his hips as much as his injured leg would allow, helping her push the pants down. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Juliette wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Her grip was firm but not too tight, her thumb swiping over the sensitive head on each upstroke. Luc’s head fell back against the sofa cushions, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her work him with that focused, deliberate touch.
"You’re so hard," she murmured, almost to herself. "So hot in my hand."
She released him just long enough to stand up and shimmy out of her pants and underwear. The sight of her completely naked smooth skin, the curve of her hips, it made his cock jerk.
Juliette climbed back onto the sofa, straddling him again, but this time there was nothing between them. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and rubbed the head against her wet folds. She was soaked, her pussy lips slick and swollen, and the feeling of her heat against his sensitive skin made him groan.
She didn’t take him inside yet. Instead, she rocked her hips, sliding her pussy along the length of his cock, coating him in her wetness. The head bumped against her clit with each movement, and she shuddered, her hands braced on his chest for balance.
"Juliette," he said, his voice strained. "C’mon."
She looked down at him, her eyes dark and pupils blown wide. Slowly, so slowly, she positioned him at her entrance and sank down. Inch by inch, she took him inside, her pussy stretching around his thickness, gripping him like a fist.
When she was fully seated, she paused, letting them both adjust to the sensation. Luc’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought the urge to thrust up into her. His injured leg throbbed dully, but it was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure of being buried deep inside.
Juliette started to move. She rose up until just the head of his cock remained inside her, then sank back down, taking him to the hilt. Her movements were controlled, careful not to jostle his leg, but the pace only made everything more intense. Each slow descent sent waves of pleasure crashing through him.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Luc reached up to cup them, his thumbs still brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head tipping back, exposing the long line of her throat. He wanted to lean forward and bite that throat, mark her, claim her, but his position on the sofa made it impossible.
Instead, he slid one hand down between her legs, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed slow circles around the swollen nub, matching the rhythm of her movements. Her pussy clenched around him in response, and she gasped, her movements becoming more urgent.
"Luc," she panted. "I’m close."
He increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing faster, and she came with a broken cry. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Her thighs trembled against his hips, and she had to brace her hands on his chest to keep from collapsing.
She didn’t stop moving. Even as the aftershocks rippled through her, she kept riding him, her movements becoming more desperate.
The wet sounds of her pussy taking his cock filled the entirety of the room, mixing with their harsh breathing and the low murmur of the television.
Luc felt his own orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine. His balls drew up, and his grip on her hips became almost bruising as he fought to hold back.
"Come inside," Juliette whispered, leaning down to kiss him properly for the first time. Her tongue slid into his mouth, hot and demanding, and that was all it took.
Luc came with a groan, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he spilled his release. She kept moving, milking him through it, until he was spent and trembling beneath her.
Juliette collapsed against his chest, her face buried in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing together, their bodies still joined. His hands stroked slowly up and down her back, feeling the sweat cooling on her skin.
Eventually, she lifted her head and looked at him, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Her voice still slightly breathless. "That was excellent for your heart rate."
Luc laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest.
She shifted slightly, and he felt himself slip out of her, followed by the warm trickle of his cum. "Though I might need to examine you more thoroughly later."
"I think that can be arranged," he said, pulling her closer.
They lay there together on the sofa, the television still flickering in the background, the phone forgotten on the armchair across the room.
Juliette’s fingers traced idle patterns on his chest, and Luc closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the moment. His leg still ached, but the pain felt distant now, overshadowed by the contentment spreading through his body.
"Hugo really got a girl’s number?" Juliette asked after a while, her voice soft with amusement.
"He did," Luc confirmed, smiling into her hair. "And I think he’s going to call her."
"Good for him," she murmured. "Everyone deserves someone who makes them forget about football for a while."
Luc tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah," he agreed quietly. "They really do."
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Luc reached for his crutches, the metal legs scraping against the floor as he pushed himself upright. His injured leg throbbed with the movement, but he managed to stand, balancing his weight carefully on his good leg. Juliette was already on her feet, watching him with that mix of concern and determination.
"Let me help you," she said, stepping closer. Her hands found his waist, steadying him as he positioned the crutches under his arms. "Bath first. You’re still covered in sweat from... well, from everything."
He didn’t argue. The thought of warm water on his skin sounded too good to resist, especially with her there. She walked beside him, one hand hovering near his elbow as he made his way down the hallway. Each step with the crutches sent an ache through his thigh, but he kept moving, focusing on the promise of sweet, sweet relief waiting for him in the bathroom.
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In the bathroom, the tub was deep enough for a nice and proper soak. Juliette moved ahead of him to turn on the faucet, testing the temperature with her wrist until steam began to rise. She added a generous amount of bath oil.
Mint, the scent filling the room as the water level climbed.