Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

Goodnight, my man.

My bed is cold without you.

Xx

I wait for a reply and it doesn’t come. He’s probably asleep already. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. I have this horrible, sad feeling deep inside of me, and I just don’t know how to shake it. I’m lost in so many thoughts when I feel my bed dip, and I turn suddenly to see Julian beside me.

“Hey,” he whispers.

I smile up at him, and he takes me in his arms, falling down beside me. Our lips touch and we kiss softly.

He’s here. He’s here in my bed.

Something changed between us in the shower this morning. His secret has somehow gotten under my defenses. Now I just want to make everything all right for him. “You okay?” I whisper as I hold him in my arms.

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay.” He kisses me.

We hold each other tight and my eyes fill with tears. He’s been through so much. We kiss again and again, and I just can’t get close enough to him. He sits up at once and peels my nightdress from my body, somehow removing his own clothes, too. Last night, us acting fun and crazy was all for him. Tonight, I feel his tenderness is for me.

He can tell I need it from him. Maybe he needs it from me, too.

He rises above me and he carefully rocks himself between my legs, kissing me as he does. My fingertips run up and down the muscles in his back then up through his hair, our eyes never straying from each other. "You're perfect," he whispers.

I smile up at him and wrap him in my arms. We continue to get lost in our kisses, until he rises above me and slides deep inside my body.

We moan together and his breath quivers.

I love how his breath quivers when he’s on the verge of losing control.

He slowly pulls out and then goes deeper. Our lips are locked and our bodies take on their own rhythm.

Julian goes deeper and deeper, and my legs are open as wide as they go.

He’s so big. So fucking perfect.

In, out, around and around, he moves with perfect timing, and I cling to his shoulders.

“Jules,” I whimper, knowing I’m close.

He rises above me and starts to pump me deep, never taking his eyes off of mine. His hair falls over his forehead, and I smile up at him. He has the best sex face—completely focused on his task.

He lifts my leg up, puts it over his shoulder, and he really lets me have it.

Our skin slaps together as he takes over my body.

My mouth hangs open as I become lost in the pleasure.

He’s so deep.

Oh God. He’s so good.

“Fuck. Fuuuck,” he moans as he holds himself still, and I feel the jerk of his orgasm, and I know he’s come deep inside me.

It sets off my orgasm and I convulse as I cling to him with white-knuckle force. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. It’s soft and tender, and he holds me close. I know this is supposed to be a booty call, but fuck, it’s not.

It’s so much more than that.

I can feel it.