Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I hold my glass up. “To Terminator.”
He chuckles and clinks his glass with mine. “To Terminator.”
Julian places his glass down and kisses me, and he’s all tongue and power as he lies me back down on the bed. His mouth drops to my nipple and he bites it through the silk.
“Bree,” he whispers, moving against my neck. He swiftly lifts my nightdress over my shoulders, and I lie before him completely naked. He looks down at me, his eyes flickering with arousal.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Suddenly, I’m desperate. “Get naked.” I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and tug it over his head. “I need you.” I kiss him. “I need you now.”
He stands and tears his shirt off, followed by his jeans and his black briefs.
My eyes drop down his body, and when he moves to kiss me I hold my hand up in the air. “No. Don’t move. Let me look at you.”
He stands still, naked at the side of my bed as he waits for the all clear to touch me.
His chest is broad, his stomach rippled, and he has the perfect ‘V’ of muscles that drop down to his groin. I lick my lips. I’ve never seen such a perfect specimen. My eyes drop lower to his large penis that hangs heavily between his legs. Thick veins run down the length and girth of it. My heart begins to race and my eyes rise back up to find his. I swallow the lump in my throat and lie back down, about ready to have a heart attack. This is the most nervous I’ve ever been in my life.
His eyes roam over my body as if wondering where to start, and I shake my head.
“I just want you. I don’t want more foreplay. I don’t want one more minute without you inside of me.”
His eyes rise to meet mine. He falls down beside me to kiss me, and we both smile into the kiss as if we’ve been waiting for a long time for this.
We cling to each other and he opens my legs to rise above me. His eyes are dark and he begins to rock against me. His touch is tender and loving. His kiss… perfection.
Our tongues dance together for a long time and he rocks harder against me. My legs are wrapped around his waist as I wait for him.
We pant as we become desperate. “Jules,” I murmur.
“I know, baby,” he whispers into my mouth. “I know.”
He nudges my opening, and I open my legs wider for him to slides in deep in one quick movement.
We moan together. “Oh God, this is so good.” I moan.
He slides out and then back in, and we both hiss again. Oh, fuck. He feels like he hits the very end of me. He’s the perfect size and it makes my eyes roll back.
“How’s this?” he whispers.
I grab his face and kiss him in pure desperation. “Make it go away. Make this ache stop,” I beg.
He rises above me and slides out, then back in deeper. Again and again, each time deeper than the last, each time harder.”
We get into a rhythm and he begins to really let me have it. Deep, hard hits force the bed to bang against the wall. His hand rises to my thigh and he brings it up higher, giving himself greater access.
“Fucking hell, Bree.” He moans as he begins to lose control. “How will I ever get enough of this?”
If I could answer that, I would, but my eyes are rolling and my mouth is hanging open.
He loses control and lifts my legs, hitting me harder and harder until the sound of the bed hitting the wall is all we can hear. I cry out as my world flashes in bright technicolour. His body is covered with a sheen of perspiration, and he lifts my hips to where he wants them, pumping deeper, and then holding himself still when buried inside of me. His body jerks hard as his own orgasm tears through him.
We gasp for air and he leans down to kiss me. We smile at each other's lips as his body slowly moves in and out of mine.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he says, like it’s the most important thing he’s ever said.
I smile shyly, overwhelmed with emotion.
He kisses me again and again, until finally, ten minutes later, he pulls out and falls on his side next to me. We lie facing each other, and he runs his fingers through my hair, obviously deep in thought.
“What?’ I ask with a smile.
“Just you.”
I smile and we lie in comfortable silence. I feel so relaxed, and my eyes begin to close.
“Don’t go to sleep on me, baby. I want to spend more time with you.”
I smile against his chest. “You can have me every night, Jules. I’m yours,” I whisper sleepily, letting my eyes close properly.