I take off his jacket, and then slowly unbutton his shirt. His chest is broad and he has a scattering of dark hair there.
My body begins to tingle.
I peel
his shirt open and push it over his shoulders. My eyes roam over him. He’s absolutely perfect. I unfasten his trousers and then slowly slide them down his legs, along with his briefs.
His cock springs free, and my mouth falls open even wider.
What the fuck?
He’s huge and thick. Oh my God, he’s like another species.
I stand still, bewildered as I stare down at his dick.
“I won’t hurt you,” he breathes.
I raise my eyebrow sarcastically.
“We’ll take it easy tonight,” he promises as his fingers find that spot between my legs. He pauses before he pushes three fingers in.
I cry out without restraint.
That’s not taking it easy.
"Get on your back," he orders, losing control. He kisses me as he walks me back towards to the bed, and then he carefully lays me down.
Julian spreads my legs and positions his body between them, spreading me open for his private viewing, and my back arches off the bed.
Then he is on me, licking, sucking, tormenting. He pumps me with three fingers, then four, and my back arches off the bed again, making me rise higher.
His thrusts get harder and harder, and the bed begins to rock.
His mouth hangs slack, but all he can do is smile as he watches my face. “You like that, baby girl?” he whispers.
I nod, unable to speak and he rolls a condom on.
Oh fuck… do I ever?
I grip his shoulders as a shudder runs through me. I’m so close to orgasming. “Jules,” I pant.
“Let it go. I need you creamy and loose.” I begin to moan, and he smiles down at me. “That’s it. Give it up for me.”
I cry out and convulse, my whole body thrusting forward. Without warning, he forces me back, pressing his body against mine and trapping me beneath him right before pushing himself inside of me.
My eyes widen. Oh… He’s big.
He stays still to let me acclimatize to his size. “You okay?” he breathes, kissing me softly.
I nod, and he finally moves to slide out of me, but only for a moment, and then he’s sliding back home where he belongs.
He kisses me again as he pulls out and slides back in. He does over and over, until, somehow, we are going hard at it.
His cock is working me, building me up, using my body, and I can do nothing but hold on.
The sound of our skin slapping together echoes all around the room. Perspiration dusts his skin, and I cling to him as his body moves like magic.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Fucking hell. This is so….” His voice is unrecognizable, and I smile to myself. I love him like this.