SAFEHOUSE

Chapter 18

I put my finger up to his mouth, to quiet him, before replacing my finger with my mouth, kissing him full and long. I pulled my arms up around his shoulders, standing on my tiptoes until we were almost at equal eye level.

He smiled at me, but it was a different kind of smile this time. There was something deeper there, and I knew that in one quick moment everything is going to change between us. I liked it.

I could feel him… feel his hardness against me, feel him stirring. I let go of my hands from around his neck, and reached down between us to stroke him softly.

I had never really done that before, but even so I wasn't nervous. This was Julien, after all, and I wanted to map out and kiss every part of his amazing body. I wanted to claim him as mine. If only for tonight.

He sucked in a breath, slowly letting it back out as I picked up the pace, feeling the soft skin of him over his hard length. He was so big, I really wasn't sure if he was actually can fit everything inside of me, but I knew it was going to be fun to try.

He cupped one of my breasts in his hands, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers, and rolling my nipple between them. The stark contrast of his skin against mine was beautiful, almost like a piece of art. I was obsessed, and I wanted to see every inch of him next every inch of me, and see how our skin would melt together as we finally made love.

Julien's fingers rubbed over my sensitive nipples one at a time, eliciting moan after moan from me. My eyes flashed open wide, as he bent down and took one of them in his mouth. He flicked his tongue against one, before sucking on it, drawing it between his teeth. No one had ever done that to me before, and I was finding out very quickly why women liked it. The sensations that were flowing through me as he sucked and bit at me, they flowed down to my core, making me even wetter than before.

I could feel my eyes rolling in the back my head, completely feeling blissed out already. But I didn't stop what I was doing to him, no, I wanted to keep him hard for me. It didn't seem like that was problem as I squeezed the head in my fist, a groan bubbling up from his throat, making me grin. I loved that I was causing him to make all these noises. I felt powerful. And at a time when I was constantly feeling paranoid and unsafe… it was a worthy feeling indeed.

I squeezed him some more, before reaching down further and gently rubbing his balls, feeling the weight of them in my hand.

"Fuck," he whispered, standing back up to look me straight in the eyes. "I need you on the bed. Now."

I wanted to say something cheeky, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I did exactly what he wanted to, exactly when he wanted me to do it—right now. The way his voice changed when he was being demanding of me during this intimate of time… it was so damn sexual that I could barely stand it. If he would've made me wait any longer, I was sure to be begging for it.

I laid back on the bed, my legs open wide and waiting for him. He slunk across the bed toward me, taking his time as he did, reminding me of some sort of prowling jungle cat the way his muscles moved in his back and shoulders. He never took his eyes off of me, and I swear I could almost see flames burn within them.

Julien put his knees between mine, looming over me with a sexy look. I reached up and dragged my hands down his abdomen, grabbing on to his hips for good measure, before trailing down the hard 'V' that was indented above his hip bones. I took him back in my hand, stroking him a few good times, his cock so hard for me. He groaned, knocking away my hands before putting one hand on either side of my shoulders, lying right above me.

His hair swung into his face, and all he could see was the intensity in his eyes. "I want you to say it. I want to hear you say what you want." His voice was low and dark, meant only for me to hear in this very moment.

"Fuck me. Please fuck me, Julien," I moaned, my hips beginning to move on their own accords. I couldn't control my limbs, they were writhing, and I arched up against him trying to get him to touch me. I felt like I was about to burn to ashes without him.

My words set something loose inside of him, because the next thing I knew Julien had shoved his huge cock deep inside me, not bothering to say another word. And the scream that I let loose at the same time, I had to quickly cover up with my hand, scared that everyone would hear.

But Julien didn't care, obviously not with the way he was thrusting himself inside of me. I had to keep my hand over my mouth, moaning and whimpering against my palm as I did, my breasts bouncing all over the place as he fucked me even harder. I think he liked making me make those noises, too.

I could feel the sweat already dripping across my forehead, matching the perspiration on Julien's forehead. He closed his eyes momentarily, looking as completely filled and satisfied as I felt inside.

He paused only to roll me to the side, hitching my leg up as he hit new spots inside me from the new angle. I shook from the oncoming orgasm, unable to believe that it felt this good, that anything could feel this good. And when he reached down between my thighs and started slowly rubbing my clit, I felt myself explode and fall apart all at once. I let out a scream that I could no longer contain behind my hand, tears rolling down the side of my face as every emotion bubbled up to the surface.

Oh God… It’s so fucking good!

Wave after wave of satisfaction tossed me about, and the realization of my feelings for him were like aftershocks. I loved him, and he… I didn’t know how he felt... But at the moment, none of that really mattered.

Again he flipped me over, until I was on my knees bent over, my full ass in front of him almost looking as if it were on a silver plate ready to be served. He gave each ass cheek a good hard slap, before diving in for another go at me. My heavy breasts swung as he shoved himself into me over and over, my last orgasm threatening to spill over into another one. I wasn't sure if I could even handle another round, and Julien was still going right at it, looking as though he was never going to stop. At least not anytime soon…

He grunted, getting louder and louder each time that his balls slapped against my sex. I reached down and began to touch myself, feeling the slickness of me coating his cock as he pushed in and pulled out.

"Oh, oh God. I'm going . . . I'm going to come!" He practically roared behind me. I looked over my shoulder and watched as he

fucked me even harder, slamming home one last time before spilling himself into me, deeply.

I wriggled myself around him, milking him for everything he had. I don't know why I felt that was a good idea… But it didn't matter in the heat of the moment. I wanted every tiny piece of him I could get.

I collapsed onto the bed below, panting. Julien crept beside me, spooning me from behind. As he wrapped his arms around my stomach I looked over and smiled at him, still completely shocked that all this had transpired.

"So do you think you're just my maid?" He asked, his words ticklish against my ear.

I laughed, shaking my head no. "God, I hope not. I'd hate to see what happens when you're alone with Marie."