Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
I climb slowly onto his lap and straddle him. I’m wearing only a robe and panties, and he runs his hands up my thighs under the silky fabric to cup my bottom and pull me closer.
I press my lips to his, and it’s like trying to tell him everything in my heart through this kiss.
He opens to me hungrily, both of us desperate and needy.
We explore with our mouths and tongues, heat building and building inside me.
I pull back and run my fingers down his cheek, loving the rough stubble.
He leans into my hand, his eyes closed, and my heart melts even more.
He opens his eyes then locks them on mine with a blazing black heat.
“You’re all I see when I close my eyes, Chelsea. My fantasy, my wet dream, always there. Today was fucking torture.” He squeezes my ass tighter, and I can feel his erection under me.
“You’re all I’ve been able to think about too,” I say, my voice low. “The feel of your hands on my body. I’ve been wanting you so bad, like I might die if I didn’t touch you again.”
Something low and guttural rumbles in his chest as he grabs my chin and pulls me in for another fierce kiss.
His hands are on the back of my head and then in my hair as he claims me with an almost primal intensity.
That heat inside me is starting to concentrate between my legs, and I rock my hips on his lap, seeking out more sweet friction.
He groans, bringing his hands to my hips and pressing me down more firmly onto the rock-hard bulge in his lap.
“Yessss,” I hiss, skimming my hands down my own body and settling them on his in encouragement. I gasp and throw my head back, basking in the growing heat. “Mmmm, that is so, so good,” I murmur, loving the feel of our centers grinding together.
He moves his hands to my robe, which he unties and opens to reveal my bare breasts.
He cups one in each hand, making a deep, masculine sound of appreciation as he buries his face between them.
He bites and licks his way to one nipple, making both of them pebble into firm buds and sending pleasant tingles through me.
I wrap my arms around his head as he sucks and licks vigorously, and waves of arousal just keep hitting and hitting, sending molten liquid into my panties. I laugh breathily.
“I’m making a mess on your shorts.”
He growls, sweeping me swiftly up into his arms and cradling me against him as he stands. I yelp in surprise and wonder that thing I think all women must in this situation. I feel nervous and embarrassed—surely I’m too heavy to carry like this, right?
But he makes it seem easy as he brings me into my bedroom and tosses me gently on the bed.
It’s a huge cherry-wood four-poster monstrosity I acquired at a garage sale years ago, and I giggle and scramble back on the large mattress to give Julian room to join me.
He pulls his shirt off quickly over his head and prowls toward me on his hands and knees.
A thrill runs through me, like I’m prey that’s been spotted.
“I want to taste you,” he says, licking his lips. His voice is low and smooth and sends shivers through me.
Yes. I want him to taste me. I look up at him through my lashes. “Taste me. Where?”
His grin is sly. He’s on to my game. “I want to taste that sweet, wet cunt of yours and make you moan my name. I want to make you come so hard you see stars and never forget how I made you feel.”
Whoa.
My mouth goes dry as flames lick up my spine, and my heart rate triples.
Someone’s a quick study. I lower myself to the bed, and he grabs me by the ankles to yank me toward him.
Then he reaches up and slides my panties off as I pull my arms free of my robe and let it pool around me.
The fiery ache between my legs flares hotter.
Julian looms over me then drops lower and kisses down the center of my chest and stomach. He spreads my legs and kisses along one thigh.
“Bite me there,” I say, pointing at a spot high on my inner leg. “Leave your mark.”
He takes in a sharp breath as his head snaps up. “Jesus, Chelsea, the things you say. You drive me crazy.”
I lock gazes with him as he sinks his teeth into my thigh. I suck in a breath through gritted teeth at that perfect blend of pleasure and pain. He kisses and licks the bite, pressing his thumb into it. He looks up at me, unsure, but I smile and nod.
“I liked it. I loved it, actually,” I breathe.
“Okay. So. I’ve never actually…” He swallows, staring down at my wide-open sex.
“Gone down on a woman?”
He nods.
I lean up on my elbows, biting my lip in anticipation. “That’s okay. So you’re not necessarily trying to fuck me with your tongue. That’s mostly for the outside. Bring in those amazing fingers of yours for penetration. Your other hand can be under my bottom to brace me. Just have fun with it.”
“Roger that.” He grins, sinking down between my legs.
I gasp as his lips first meet my flesh. He licks my clit timidly then sucks at it more boldly.
My back arches at the immediate waves of pleasure he sends pulsing through my core.
He slides his fingers inside me, still laving his tongue along my folds and the sensitive bud at my apex.
I moan softly, raising my hips for firmer contact.
He slides a hand underneath me, helping me press up and into his face. The wet sounds of him licking and sucking fill the room, raw and dirty and so fucking hot. I hum in pleasure as my breathing speeds up.
“That’s good, baby. I like that,” I murmur, losing myself to the sensations. They build inside me slowly but potently, like a fire being stoked gently in the palm of his hands.
After a few minutes, he pauses his ministrations, breathing hard.
I grasp his shoulders and pull him up to me. “Did you like that?”
He nods, his eyes fiery. “You taste amazing.”
I take his mouth and kiss him deeply, and I can taste myself on him. It’s so erotic I nearly melt, and I sit up on my knees and crawl forward to tug at his shorts, grinning up at him wickedly. “Your turn.”
His eyes flare wide, and he quickly pulls his shorts and boxers off.
His erection hovers before me as he stands next to the bed.
I take him into my mouth as deep as I can then let him slide out slowly.
He takes in a shocked breath at the sudden deep contact.
I lick his tip, teasing with my tongue and tasting the salty little bead of moisture there, and he groans, throwing his head back as he fists my hair.
“Fuuuuuck…”
With my hands wrapped around his ass, pulling him toward me, I alternate swirling my tongue around his tip and taking him into my throat and sucking hard.
His cock is throbbing and as firm as steel, and his thigh and stomach muscles are clenching and rippling with his increasing arousal.
I add gentle squeezing of his balls with one hand and feel him pull harder on my hair.
A small pain flares in my scalp as he yanks my head back.
“It feels too good. You have to stop,” he says with a grunt.
I let him pop out of my mouth as he pulls me up to him.
He kisses me hard, pushes us back to lie on the bed, and then cups my pussy. “I want to see you have another one of those sweet orgasms,” he says into my ear.
I cry out as he thrusts his fingers into me and rubs inside with quick movements.
The pleasure is sudden and intense, taking me by surprise.
He licks his other thumb and uses it to rub circles around the outside of my clit, teasing me and further heightening my pleasure.
I’m writhing and moaning, grabbing the blankets around me in search of resistance.
He winds me higher and higher quickly, and I can already feel myself coiling up and readying for release.
I groan and buck my hips, fucking myself on his fingers.
“Yes, baby, come for me,” he growls.
I shout his name as my climax hits then grit my teeth as wave after wave of contractions rock through me. I lie back, panting, my eyes squeezed shut as emotions rise in me after the intensity of the orgasm relents. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, and he brushes them away tenderly.
He kisses my wet cheeks and tells me he loves me.
My heart aches so sweetly but so sharply, and I pull him to me. “I need you now, Julian.”
I grab a condom from the nightstand and tear it open, and he watches, his eyes hooded, as I roll it over his cock.
He prowls over me, lining himself up as he takes my wrists and plants them on either side of my head.
My body thrills at being immobilized, buzzing with anticipation and dying for him to take me.
I raise my brows and wait, drowning in desire as only our rapid breaths fill the silence between us.
Just when I think I might die if I have to wait any longer, he pushes into me slowly, every delicious inch of him.
He stops, holding perfectly still, fully seated inside me.
I start to squirm, wanting motion, needing it.
He calms his breath even as my movements make it difficult.
But he doesn’t move. He just gazes steadily into my eyes, then withdraws, then slides in again, all with excruciating slowness.
I’m getting desperate now, writhing and shuddering and trying to get him to move, and I beg. “Julian, please. I need it.”
He smirks and pulls out one more time, staring into my eyes. “You need it?” he asks roughly, pushing back in just a little faster.
I gasp, nodding, and whisper, “Yes.”
The corners of his lips tip up higher, evil mischief sparkling in his eyes.
I let out a desperate breath, trying again to move myself against him, but he holds me firmly.
“You want me to go faster?”
White-hot flames surge through me, and my eyes roll back. “Yes, God, please.”
He slides out and in again, still so slow. I whine, letting go of the last shred of my dignity. I don’t care about anything else—there’s just him and what I want. What I need.
He leans in close to my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. “You want me to go harder?”
All I can do is whimper helplessly.
He holds me there for one last, excruciating beat, and then finally he snaps and lets loose.
He fucks me wildly, thrusting frantically in and out.
I feel a heady rush as I get what I’ve wanted at last, and he releases my wrists so I can wrap my arms around him.
I must have him closer, need to feel his body against mine.
A tidal wave of sweet relief and intense pleasure sweeps over me as he ruts against me, slamming me hard into the mattress. It’s like we’re trying to express all of the passion, the love, the desperation we’re feeling in this one act.
His lips find mine, and his kiss is tender and deep, mirroring the intensity of his thrusts as he slows a bit, finding a deeper and more patient rhythm. I sigh into him and run my fingernails softly up the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders. He shivers under my light touch.
Slowly, he stills inside me again, meeting my eyes. “I want you to turn around. I want to see you on your hands and knees.” His voice is deep and commanding as he pulls out and rises to his knees.
A thrill runs through me as I roll onto my stomach then lift up, pushing my ass into the air and turning my head so I can see him.
The way he stares at me, his eyes scorching hot, makes me feel so incredibly sexy.
He runs his hands over my bottom and slowly up my back to my shoulders, then he wraps one hand around my neck and pulls me up to lean in and kiss me.
He grabs my hips and lines himself up to enter me from behind. “You look so beautiful like this, Chelsea,” he says breathily. “I still can’t believe I get to do this.”
I gasp as he slides home, dropping my head and moaning as he plunges in, filling me and reaching new spots that produce intense tingles of pleasure.
He grunts as he drives in, over and over, chasing his own release.
When he leans down to press his chest against my back, the angle has me moaning louder as the pleasure sharpens, and I feel my core tightening again.
A second orgasm? Let’s just say that’s not my norm.
I raise my head. “I can come again, baby. Keep going just like that. Don’t stop,” I say breathlessly.
He does just as I ask, and soon an orgasm cracks through me again, even more intense than the first. I bury my face in the pillows, screaming and clenching my fists in the blankets as the waves of ecstasy crash over me.
He keeps thrusting, and his climax follows quickly, and we moan and grunt together, like animals.
It feels fucking incredible, and I do, indeed, see stars.