Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Can’t you feel it?” He presses his hips into mine, and I feel his erection against my back.
“Show me.” I step away from him, out of my shoes and onto the bed. I lay back on it, displaying my body for him and showing him that I expect the same. Julian doesn’t disappoint—he never does. With a wicked grin on his face, he undresses, first showing me that perfect chest, and I let myself look. I don’t ever get enough of looking at him, lean and tan, skin taut and muscles toned. I don’t know when he finds the time to work out, but he clearly does, and god bless him for it.
His pants and shoes follow, and all that’s left is his underwear. I find that I’m salivating, a reaction to the taste of him being with me all night. I want to see him hard for me again, all that beautiful length and thickness, all for me.
“Show me,” I say again, and he does.
Standing naked in the soft light of the room, I have a hard time believing how perfect this is. How right it feels. I’ve never had that, with anyone. Everyone I’ve ever been with—if that’s what you can call this—has been a mess of mediocre chemistry and bad timing. But this, this feels easy. The way we fell into it without a struggle, it’s been amazing. The cynical part of me wonders how long that can possibly last, but I push that thought aside as he comes towards me, eyes never leaving mine. He crawls over me, skin sliding against mine, sending ripples through me. I love this. The closeness, the intensity.
I smile. “You know, this is the first time we’ve done this in a bed.”
“You’re right,” he laughs. “Let’s fix that.”
He kisses me, and even though it’s a total cliché, I melt. The way he kisses sends that longing through my body, so fierce that it’s almost painful. I want him just as much as I did the day of the audition. Maybe more, now that I know just what he’s capable of.
He slides back down my body, kissing me as he goes, lips leaving tingles on my skin. And then he’s there, mouth closing over my clit, and I’m arching off the bed and into him. Julian’s tongue is a goddamn master of its art, sliding around and over and under, finding every hidden crevice of pleasure until my hands are fisted in the sheets, and I’m begging him again. But he doesn’t let me go. His mouth travels at random: a nip on my thigh, a kiss pressed to my outer lips, a flick of his tongue at my entrance, a chaste press of his lips against my clit. I never know where he’s going to touch next and it’s slowly driving me mad.
I force my fingers into his hair, pulling him against me, pleading for more. I feel his laughter instead of hear it as he gives in, mouth devouring me again. “You taste so sweet,” he murmurs against my skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever have enough.”
I can’t answer. There aren’t any words to do that. They’re all gone, driven away by his tongue. Pleasure, hot and fast rises through me and I can’t stop it. He licks into me again and again, each and every stroke driving spears of sensation through my veins. And he doesn’t stop until I’m saying his name, practically screaming it, and then I go over. I’m falling into brightness, blind and shaking, nothing existing but this pleasure and the way his mouth is on me still. Julian drinks me in, lapping up every bit of my juices and making my body shake with the aftermath.
“You’re too fucking good at that,” I tell him, echoing his words to me.
He laughs softly, leaving me only for a moment before he’s back, sheathing himself in a common. The way he puts it on, sure and steady, makes me want to watch him touch himself. I imagine him kneeling over me on the bed, stroking himself to orgasm while I touch myself, and I almost come again. I file that idea away for later—Julian did say he wanted to be here all night. God, all night. It’s going to be so fucking good.
He fits himself against me, and I moan, already sensitive and ready. Every time we do this, it feels new, and I revel in the sensation of him entering me, my body opening and accepting him. I like the way I feel filled by him, like we’re one piece that was split, and now, somehow, we’re together. He’s leaning over me now, and this position is so simple, but I feel the intimacy of it. We’re usually up against a wall, or on his desk, but this is just us.