Chapter 26
Petula found herself grinning as Julian walked naked to the light switch.
Grinning.
While she appreciated the view, of course.
Julian was making this so… Untroubled, was the only word she could think of.
Petula wasn’t exactly relaxed at the moment; not exactly eager. She was simply…without reservations. She wanted to do this with Julian despite not being fully engaged. The fact that he was over-the-top accommodating was making it extremely easy to forge ahead.
There was something more she was feeling, however, hovering just out of reach.
If she were honest…
Petula admitted that it might be a niggling of passion.
Seeing Julian completely naked—socks not withstanding—had accomplished something that no other man had ever managed.
He’d made her nipples harden, and she could feel a bit of wetness between her legs; something she’d previously thought was only a myth.
Her clit had actually throbbed for a moment when he’d talked about licking it, and some odd rope of tension was twisting up inside her.
When Julian finally hit the light switch, Petula realized—much to her surprise—that she couldn’t shed her clothes fast enough.
“Tell me when it’s okay to join you on the bed.” His voice, deep and gruff, brushed like a provocative breeze over the skin she was swiftly baring.
Petula tossed aside the last of her clothes, and almost didn’t recognize her own voice as it emerged breathy and rough. “I’m ready,” she said.
“Are you on the right side or the left?” he asked, clearly having memorized the layout of the room before he’d killed the lights.
“Right,” she managed.
Then he blew her mind.
Instead of springing right into action, heading for the mattress with the enthusiasm of a first-time lover, Julian’s soft footsteps padded slowly toward the bed and he eased down gently onto his back, where he settled, then reached for her hand.
Petula eagerly took his grasp as he squeezed.
“So far so good?” he asked.
“More than good,” Petula admitted, suddenly wanting him to speed things up. Anticipation was beginning to grow. “You can move, you know,” she told him.
Julian chuckled softly. “I think I’ll wait a bit,” he informed her, running his fingers up her arm, causing goosebumps and hardening her nipples even further.
“Let’s let your libido warm up, first,” he suggested.
“It’s warm,” Petula responded, maybe a tad too quickly.
Yikes. She wasn’t blowing smoke. She was actually becoming excited from his gentle touch.
Julian’s breath at her ear had her shivering.
“Before we start,” he whispered, “I’m going to tell you exactly how I’d like to proceed.
If anything sounds like a turn off, tell me and we’ll skip it.
But I’m going to map out my whole course of action right now so there’ll be no surprises and I don’t have to keep stopping to clarify things once we get started. Does that sound okay?”
Damn. The man was being so careful. And at this point? Petula wasn’t sure she wanted him to be. But he probably had it right. If he did stuff without giving her clarification and she froze, it would ruin everything.
“Okay,” she agreed. “But I think it’ll all be okay.”
Julian’s voice came out hoarse. Raspy.
“Okay. Here’s how it will go. First, I’m going to move over you. I’ll lean down and kiss you, all the while keeping myself in a controlled, push-up position.”
Petula pictured those muscled arms she’d spied earlier, flexing around her, and her mouth went dry. She’d always loved men’s forearms, and Julian’s were exceptional.
“I apologize, but you’re going to feel my cock nudging against you, and there’s nothing I can do about that. It has a mind of his own, and won’t stand down when it’s so close to heaven.”
Petula snickered.
Julian sure had a way with words.
“Then what?” she urged raspily.
“Next, I’m going to lower myself so my chest touches your lovely breasts.”
She pictured the soft patch of hair on his chest brushing up against her, and wiggled appreciatively.
Julian must have felt it.
“You still okay?”
Hell, yes. And it was definitely time to move things along.
“I will be if there were less talk and more action,” she huffed.
Julian clucked. “Now, now. We’ve already established some rules, and breaking them this early on is not recommended.”
“Who says?” she pouted.
Petula was ready for just about anything at this point. Her imagination was running riot.
“Just listen,” he teased.
Funny man. He knew exactly what he was doing.
She squirmed again, but didn’t interrupt him this time. Maybe if she kept her mouth shut, he’d get to the good stuff faster.
“After we kiss for a while, your breathing will become more rapid, and I’ll notice.
That’s when I’ll lower my head to your nipples.
First one, then the other. I’ll worship them with my tongue, suck them into my mouth, and apply just the perfect amount of pressure.
Or at least I hope I will,” he clarified, then added a way for him to make sure.
“Your hands should go to the back of my head, either to have me increase our connection, or decrease it. Your call.”
That was very accommodating of him. But at this point, Petula couldn’t imagine that anything Julian did to her hardened nubs would be too much.
He must have taken her silence for agreement, because he continued. “After I’m finished thoroughly loving your nipples, I’ll kiss my way down the soft skin of your belly to your sweet, sweet pussy.”
Petula chortled inside.
Of course she’d heard the word pussy hundreds of times in her life, but she’d never had her lady parts dubbed thusly, and it amused her.
“I’ll ease your legs apart,” he continued, “then kiss your inner thighs before I nuzzle into your soft center with my lips and tongue.”
Petula was beyond turned on at this point, but telling Julian to get to it would probably have him slowing down again, just to ramp up her expectancy.
She kept mum.
“I’ll be employing my fingers after that, because I’ll need to part your hair to find your special little ignition button, which hopefully at that point will want my attention.”
Her button needed that attention, now.
Right now, Petula wanted to scream.
Her fingers clutched the comforter beneath her, as she managed to bite back a moan.
Sensing her obvious—even in the dark—agitation, Julian went on. “I’m going to slowly suck your clit right into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until it loses its shyness, then I’m going to give it a little nip and see if that’s something you’ll like.”
Yes, please, her whole body howled.
“I’m going to tease one finger up inside you. Or maybe two,” he speculated tormentingly. “Then you’re going to come for me. An epic orgasm like you’ve never experienced before.”
Had an orgasm ever been epic for her?
Petula’s answer to that was easy. Absolutely not. She’d never climaxed with either of her two previous partners, and the whole do-it-yourself thing had, more often than not, been a bust.
Seriously? Petula had never understood what all the hoopla was about, but she had a feeling she was about to find out. Her skin was already covered with a thin sheen of perspiration, just thinking about Julian doing…the things he’d mentioned.
And he hadn’t even talked about his penis yet.
His voice remained low and calm, but she could hear his underlying excitement cutting through. “Then I’m going to suit up,” he said.
Petula knew what he meant, but all she could think about at that moment was Julian donning his dive equipment. She giggled.
“What?” he asked, clearly amused by her response.
“I was picturing you getting into your diving gear,” she managed with an ungraceful snort.
He laughed. Full throated. “Not what I had in mind, but we can try that sometime if you want to role play,” he offered humorously. “For tonight, however, I think a condom is enough.”
She gave his hand a lighthearted slap, then urged him on. “What next?”
“Next… And only if you still want to, after the amazing orgasm you’ve already had,” he told her semi-seriously, “I’ll let my eager cock finally have its way, and find a sweet, warm berth inside you where it can enjoy communing with its new best friend.”
Petula snickered again. “You make it sound like a playdate.”
“A playdate, but with an explosive ending, I’m hoping,” he confirmed, then heaved out a breath. “How does that all sound?”
“Like if you don’t get started soon, I’m going to explode all on my own.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” he scolded with a chortle, leveraging himself up and over her. “You ready to begin?”
“Past ready,” she admitted fervently.
When Julian kissed her this time, it felt like her sensitive lips and tongue were connected to every part of her body he’d previously mentioned.
He teased her with his mouth, he licked, he consumed, and by the time he lowered his chest to hers, Petula was arching up into him like she’d die if her nipples didn’t touch his body immediately.
He hadn’t been kidding, either, when he said his cock would be bobbing around down below. She felt it. She loved it. The head of his penis was velvety soft against the skin of her belly, and warm.
Oh, so warm.
Petula could tell that Julian’s control and patience were wearing thin when he sped things up a little and headed, rather abruptly, for her nipples.
Yes.
He latched on.
Thank god.
Her pussy was on fire with need, and the suction he was expertly applying had Petula gasping out loud.
He popped off. “Still good?” he asked.
That’s when Petula remembered what he’d said about her hands.
Instead of giving Julian words, she placed her palms on the back of his head and wrenched him back to her chest, where he got the picture, and ardently attacked her peaks again.
Oh, lord.
Just when Petula thought she might spontaneously orgasm from that alone, Julian switched things up and began kissing down the center of her torso.
Lower. Lower, she silently urged.
He nudged into her belly button with his nose.
Good, but not exactly right.
Almost as if he heard her, he left off from that endeavor, spread her legs, and nestled between them, placing hot kisses on either side of where Petula really wanted him to be.
She threaded her fingers through his thick hair, and once again showed him where he was needed, tugging him front and center.
He laughed against her, and the vibration kicked off another storm within her. But before she could articulate her frustration with his slow approach, he nuzzled in and sucked one labia into his mouth.
Oh. My. God.
Petula arched up, and her legs shook.
Then, before she could wrap her brain around that, his fingers moved toward her clit, parting her hair, and zeroing right in on her anticipatory, hot-button.
Right. Hot button.
It had never been hot before. Not once in her life. But right now, it was on fire.
By the time Julian’s mouth latched onto her acutely needy flesh, Petula was already on the edge.
She didn’t need his fingers up inside her. She didn’t need any more stimulation. She was…there.
Petula shot off like a bronc-rider out of the chute, barreling toward the most intense orgasm of her life.
Fireworks. Stars. You name it, Petula was seeing it.
Had Julian said, epic? There needed to be a bigger word.
Her quaking went on for far longer than she’d imagined, and it was beyond words, hanging onto it.
But nothing lasted forever.
Beginning to come down, Petula’s brain reengaged, and she wondered why the books she’d read had never mentioned the complete loss of reason that had made her dig her nails into the back of Julian’s head, most likely…drawing blood?
She hoped she hadn’t hurt him.
Julian’s tongue slowed. Petula started breathing again.
Should she be embarrassed at her unexpected, unbridled enthusiasm?
Before that thought could take root in her brain, Julian spoke up.
“That was perfect,” he breathed against her, the puff of air from his mouth against her sensitive clit making her inner walls spasm again.
Oooh.
Aftershocks, she decided right then and there, were certainly worthy of an honorable mention.
“I think I’m dead,” Petula muttered. “But in a good way.”
Julian laughed. “I’m glad. Shall I give you a chance to relax, or should we go for two and see what happens?”
“Two, please,” Petula answered without hesitation.
When he pulled away, she wanted to complain, but she knew it was only to get protection. Which proved he was far more in control than she was. If left up to her, she would have forgotten all about it.
Petula tensed a little when Julian moved back over her and nestled between her legs.
As if sensing her sudden case of jitters, he stopped, poised.
“We don’t have to do anything more,” he assured her, nuzzling her neck. “If you—”
Petula placed her hands on his solid, muscled ass—whose contours were permanently etched into her brain from his earlier bump and grind—and drew him forward.
He grunted, then eased in as if he were coming home.
Within a few thrusts, Petula knew he was going to rock her world again.
Nothing had ever felt better.