Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
He reacts instantly, reaching up under my dress to my waist and pulling me tight up against him.
He angles his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply.
I feel my nerves light up and my core start to burn as my body responds to his.
Our tongues are exploring, flicking in and out, tasting and teasing each other.
I rub and squeeze the flexing muscles of his biceps and shoulders, pulling and drawing him even closer.
I run my hands through his hair, which is just as soft and silky as it looks.
His hands are all over me, running up and down my back and then holding the nape of my neck and tangling in my hair.
He turns us and presses me down onto the sofa so that I’m lying on my back.
An ache has started down low, between my thighs, and I wrap my legs around him so that our hips can align more closely.
He grinds his erection against me, and I groan at the heavenly friction.
Again, I notice that the noises I make cause a reaction in him as his back muscles flex, and he breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes and then reach for the buttons on the front of my sundress.
I stop him, locking onto his gaze, and say, my breaths shallow, “Tell me what you like. Tell me you like the sounds I make.”
“I-I like it,” he says, blinking through the fog of lust.
I chuckle. It’s a start.
He leans in to kiss my neck, and I throw my head back to allow him access. On a sigh, I say, “You make me feel so good, baby. I love feeling your hands on me. I want you to make me moan.”
A shudder runs through him, and I realize I’ve hit on his love language. Dirty talk. I just need to get him talking to me now.
He returns to my dress, pulling open the buttons and then cupping my breasts through my lacy bra, dipping his nose between them and licking up my sternum. I arch my back, biting my lip, as my sex aches even more, starting to throb.
I put my hands on his cheeks and raise his head, capturing his eyes. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
His breaths are heavy. “I-I want to suck these gorgeous nipples.”
I whimper in anticipation, nodding and panting.
“I want to taste every inch of you. I want to feel you—be inside you.” His voice is rough and shaking, like he’s barely hanging on to his control.
It drives me wild, seeing him so unhinged.
I push him up and reach down to pull my dress off over my head and toss it to the floor.
He stares at my body, now covered by only my panties and bra.
I know he’s seen me in a bikini, but I can’t help it.
Self-consciousness creeps in from this intimate exposure, and the realization that I’m over twenty years older than him comes crashing down on me.
I cross my arms over myself awkwardly and turn my head to the side.
“No.” He frowns and shakes his head sharply. “Don’t you hide that beautiful body. You’re gorgeous, Chelsea. Believe it.”
I move my arms aside slowly and tentatively meet his burning gaze. His eyes are ravenous, and he falls on me, pulling one breast free from the cup of my bra and taking my nipple in his mouth. He’s just rough enough, sucking and nipping and making shock waves of pleasure spill across my body.
I reach back and hurriedly unhook my bra, shimmying out of it too. My breasts are on full display now, and he extends the worship to my other nipple, still squeezing and massaging the first, which has me writhing and moaning underneath him.
“Your tits are incredible, Chelsea. Holy shit,” he murmurs into my chest.
He bites down on one nipple as he pinches and rolls the other with his fingers, and I inhale sharply at the mixture of pleasure and pain. My body is lighting up and screaming for more, more, more. I need to feel him.
My hands drop to grip his erection through his shorts.
I undo the button of his shorts and tug at the zipper.
It won’t go down at this angle, and I huff in frustration.
He pulls back, and I order him to take them off, pointing at his crotch.
He stands, unzips, and lets them drop. His boxers are tented, and my eyes widen as he pulls them down too.
His proud cock springs free. It’s large, beautiful, and throbbing with a need to match my own.
This is really happening.
I stare at him for just a beat and then reach out, desperate to put my hands on his flesh.
He returns to his place over me on the couch, kissing my mouth and squeezing one of my breasts as his other hand presses down on my hip. I grasp his cock, running my hands up and down as I kiss him back eagerly. He tenses then lets out a deep groan of pleasure at my touch.
“Your hands feel amazing, oh my God,” he says, closing his eyes.
I run my thumb across the opening in his tip, spreading a small drop of pre-come over the head as he groans again.
He’s so responsive, so alive, and I feel a tightening in my core already.
I cup his balls gently, stroking my fingers along the tight skin just behind them as he kisses my mouth again, hard and possessive.
I take one of his hands and slide it down toward my panties. “Feel how wet I am for you, Julian.”
A ripple of tension runs through him, and I breathe in sharply as he yanks my panties down just enough to admit his hand. He swears as he runs his fingers through my slick folds and presses the heel of his palm to my clit.
“You’re soaked. You feel so good.” He explores me softly, running his fingers all the way from my clit to my ass and then back.
“I like that,” I breathe.
His hand hesitates, and he brings his eyes back to mine. “How do you want me to touch…?” He trails off, looking so sweet I could cry.
I offer him a reassuring smile. “Fuck me with your fingers,” I whisper, pressing his hand harder against me. “Start with one then two. Curl them forward, like in a ‘come here’ motion. Be gentle at first.”
He slides one finger in, watching my face carefully. I nod, letting my eyes drift shut. He adds a second finger then starts moving them against the inside of me.
I take a deep breath, muscles in my middle tensing as the pleasure builds.
My fingers grip his upper arms tightly, and I’m getting lost in it, moaning desperately.
I pull his other hand over, pushing his thumb in to rub against my clit.
“Do this, too, baby. You can make me come.” I can sense him observing my responses and adjusting his position and pace to focus on driving me higher. He’s a good student.
The frantic feeling of my impending climax starts to focus inside me to a tight, excruciating point, and I need him to keep going. More than I need my next breath. I cry out, arching my hips and pulling on his arms.
I start to beg. “Don’t stop. God, please don’t stop.” I open my eyes to see his face, and his pupils are blown wide as he watches me. I am coming undone, and I can tell he loves it. I’ve never had a lover enjoy seeing me get off as much as he seems to, and it’s exhilarating.
He keeps it up, doing all the things with his talented hands, and the tension coils inside me, tighter and tighter until it feels like there’s nothing left to do but shatter.
“I’m so close,” I gasp. I squeeze my eyes shut, and my orgasm slams through me, curling my toes and drawing a loud moan from my lips. Contractions rock my center, clenching over and over. They slow then stop, leaving me dizzy. I lie back, trembling.
Julian is staring down at me in shock. His eyes are huge as he shakes his head in wonder.
I chuckle softly. “Never did that before, did you?”
“No,” he says, his voice hoarse. He’s staring at his hand. “I felt it. I felt your orgasm around my fingers.” He sounds awestruck.
“Yeah,” I murmur, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Just imagine how that would feel around your cock.”
He jolts upright then reaches down to grab his shorts from the floor. He fishes in a pocket, pulls out a condom, then turns back to me and grabs my hand. “Are you ready for me to…”
I chuckle at his adorable enthusiasm. He surprised me tonight—I knew he’d be young and vigorous, but I didn’t expect him to be so selfless, so eager to please. It makes something in my chest ache, and I find myself hesitating, wanting to make sure, one last time, that this is what he wants.
I press his hand to my chest and search his eyes. “You’re sure you want this, right? Sure you want… me?”
He frowns and gives me a look that says he can’t believe I would ask this. “Of course I’m sure, Chelsea. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you.” He cups my chin in his hand, his eyes blazing with intensity. “Do you want me?”
I try to remember just weeks ago, when this was unthinkable and he was totally off-limits, but that has all changed now.
The anticipation and excitement of the last few weeks and days have brought me to this place.
A place in which I don’t care what people might say, and I don’t care about the age gap, and I don’t care if we have no future.
I just want to live in this moment and be with him.
I absolutely want this. I don’t hesitate. “Yes, I want you.”
His face breaks open with a big smile, and I glance down at his cock with a smile of my own.
I groan. “God, yes, please give it to me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He rips open the condom and rolls it down his length. He prowls over me on the couch, rips my black lace panties all the way off, and positions himself at my entrance. With his eyes locked on mine, he drives in deep, all the way to the hilt.
“Ah!” I gasp at the shock of him filling me so completely.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, over and over, frantic and wild, like he’s finally unleashed himself.