I scoot back on the mattress as he nestles himself between my thighs. “I’ve been craving to feel you for a while.” His voice is husky, rasped with desire.
“Then you better have at it, Mr. Elliot,” I tease him, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips. It’s as if our mouths fusing is the fuel on the crackling kindle because he nudges my opening.
His movements are gentle. He slips inside me slow and steady, but with his girth and length, I feel myself stretching to accommodate him. Julian peppers kisses over my face, my cheeks, and down my neck as he sinks deeper with every thrust.
“You feel so good, Nea,” he groans when I think he’s fully seated, because he stills for a long moment. My legs are wide. He’s taking all of me, hovering over me like a man in dire need of his release. Our gazes lock, and I offer him a shy smile. He hasn’t taken my T-shirt off yet, and I wonder if he’s going to.
“Julian.” I whimper his name when he pulls out slowly, then drives back in. His hips pushing me into the soft mattress.
“I need to see you,” he tells me, moving up so he’s kneeling between my legs, our connection never broken. “Off with that shirt, now,” he orders gruffly, the words racing down my spine and to my clit. I tug at the hem, pulling the item of clothing from my body, and his dark eyes stare down at me with pure, feral hunger.
“Fuck, Nea, you’re so perfect. So goddamned perfect,” he growls, his eyes practically eating me up just with that dark stare of his.
His hands reach for my breasts, toying with my nipples as he starts moving. Thrusting into me, deeper and deeper, hitting places inside me I didn’t know were there.
I watch in awe as his abs tense and relax with every movement, how his body owns mine for those long moments. We fit together. My body molds to his, feeling every inch as he takes me harder and faster with every passing second.
My toes curl as I feel the pressure build. I’m lost to it. I allow myself to let my guard down. Julian leans in, his face inches from mine, and I wrap my arms around his neck, needing to feel his skin on mine. My hard buds rub along his chest, the feeling sparking desire and life and happiness inside me.
“Oh god, Julian,” I cry out once more as he reaches between us, his fingers toying with my clit, circling it, over and over again, pressing harder against the hard nub, and I find myself right on the edge.
“Look at me, Nea. I want to see your pretty eyes,” he tells me, his mouth whispering over mine.
We’re so close, inches apart, practically one person in this moment. I open my eyes and look directly at him. His tongue darts out, licking my lips, soft and gentle, and I suck it into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, which earns me an animalistic growl, and I feel his cock throb inside me, thickening, opening me even more, and I can’t help but moan and whimper all at the same time.
“That’s it, darling, come for me, come with my cock in your tight pussy. Fuck, it feels so good,” he tells me, each word dripping lust. He circles my clit once more before pinching it hard, causing me to cry out, trying to arch myself flush against him, and I tip over that edge. I shudder as pure bliss skitters over me and through me. The knot that had been so tight, so unmoving, unravels, and I come hard.
It doesn’t take long for Julian to join me in the euphoria that’s taken hold of my body, and I feel him pulse inside me as my body takes his orgasm. He doesn’t move for a long while until I finally open my eyes again. There’s a grin of happiness on his face, and I knew if he smiled like this, I would never be able to resist him.
“You’re . . .” I can’t find words, so I allow myself to just bask in the afterglow of my orgasm.
“I think breakfast is over. We may have to have brunch,” he tells me with a wolfish smirk that sets my body alight once more, and I’m ready for round two.
Giggling, I shake my head. “As long as you don’t make it, I think we’ll be fine,” I tease, earning me a tickling in the ribs, which makes me squeal with laughter.
“I have to admit, I love seeing you smile.”
His words still me. And when I look into his eyes, I see it, the satisfaction that this may have been one of the best sex sessions of my life. There’s still something that could tear us apart. I don’t know what it could be, maybe his past, perhaps the pain of losing everything in your life. I don’t know, but I don’t want to focus on that right now.