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)
He didn’t watch the movie. I watched the movie, while his hands ran all over my body. For hours now he has been touching me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I don’t know how much more I can take.
“God, I need you,” he moans as his tongue dives deeper into my mouth.
Fuck, I need him, too.
He rocks his hard cock against me. It feels so good—so big.
“Please,” he begs as his open mouth brushes my jawline.
“No, Julian.” I pant. “It’s too… too intimate.” He pulls back to look at my face. “I need intimacy from you tonight.”
“Why?”
His lips hover over mine. “I don’t know, I just do.”
We kiss again and I begin to lose control of the situation. He pulls my leg back to entice me further. His large body drives forward and I clench. God, he feels good.
“I’ve never done it before,” I admit quietly.
“Neither have I.” I frown and pull his attention back to my face. “What?”
“I’ve never done it before, either. Not at this time of the month.”
Huh? How can that be? Not even with his wife?
“Why not?” I ask.
“I’ve never wanted to.”
“Then why do you want to do it with me?”
“You tell me and then we’ll both know.” Our kiss turns frantic, his large body lurching forward until he’s on top of me.
This amount of arousal is crazy. He turns me into some kind of animal.
“Let’s get in the shower,” he suggests, unable to hide the quiver in his voice. He’s desperate for it.
“Jules...” “Please. I’m fucking begging here,” he whispers.
Hearing him admit he’s begging is my undoing, and I find myself nodding.
“Okay, we can take a shower.”
He pants against my lips.
“Just… give me a minute,” I whisper.
I stand and glance down at his body as he lies back on the bed. His hard cock is up against his stomach and a smear of pre-ejaculate glistens across his rippled abs. I’m so turned on, I really am. My sex is throbbing, aching to be filled.
I go into the bathroom, remove my tampon, and get into the shower. I stand under the hot water with my heart beating hard in my chest. He said he needs intimacy tonight and this is as intimate as it gets for me.
He walks in, his eyes holding mine intensely. I hold out my hand and he takes it in his, stepping under the hot water slowly. He holds me close, kissing me.
"Are you sure?" He stares down at me.
The water is running over his face, and he looks so damn beautiful and tortured…
He looks like he’s mine.
“I’m sure.” Our lips collide and his tongue slides deep into my mouth. He lifts me off the floor, pinning me to the wall, and with one hard pump he’s deep inside of me.
We both moan softly because, oh God, this is beautiful. Julian moves slowly, gently, and I can feel every damn vein on his cock.
The physical feelings I’m having…
The emotional.
I feel so much closer to him than I should.
He hooks my thighs up over his forearms, gripping my behind and bringing me onto him to slide in deep.
I whimper, “Jules.”
“I know, baby.” He drops his head and begins to give it to me slow and deep. The slapping of the water on our skins echoes all around, and I cry out, unable to hold my orgasm in any longer.
Julian inhales sharply, pushing himself deeper than he’s ever been, and he comes in a rush inside of me.
Our bodies jerk and shiver as we ride our waves of pleasure.
We kiss a slow, gentle, loving kiss. His touch is electric.
“What are you doing to me?” he eventually whispers as the water runs down over his head.
“I’m taking care of my man,” I answer quietly.
His eyes search mine and I feel there’s something more he wants to say.
Instead, he kisses me softly and I smile against him, my heart melting even more. I can’t believe we just did that.
Every day we take another few steps up the intimacy ladder and no matter what we tell each other.
We both know this is more.
The clocks strike midnight, and I’m still trying to put my finger on what’s going on with him this evening. We’re in bed together and his head is resting on my chest. He’s soft, relaxed, and so fucking beautiful it hurts my heart.
Something’s changed.
Everything’s changed.
“You said something the other day and I can’t stop thinking about it,” he says.
“What’s that?” I kiss his temple.
“You said that your ex-boyfriend had psychological problems and that you stayed with him to try and fix him.”
I frown to myself, how does he remember that? “Yes.”
“What was wrong with him?”
I brush my cheek against his. “He’s a beautiful man… but he was abused as a child by an uncle and that fucked with his head.” “As it would.”