CHAPTER THIRTY
S TEFANIE
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C LOSING MY LAPTOP, I set it gently beside me on the couch and stood. My body felt warmer, a little buzzy. Anticipation humming under my skin. I moved over to the bear and picked it up.
Without turning it in my direction, I took it into my bedroom and placed it in the corner, facing the wall. Then, I peeled off my clothes, letting each piece fall to the floor. I didn’t rush. I let myself enjoy the slow slide of fabric over my skin.
I wanted to make sure I described all of these sensations in my romance novel. When I lifted my shirt over my head, my nipples tightened as the cool air kissed them. Naked, I reached for my pale pink robe and slid it on, letting it cling to my bare body, the silk brushing over my skin like a lover’s caress.
Ooh! That part was definitely going in the book. I didn’t tie the front of the robe. I let it hang open, exposing the soft curves of my body as I crossed the room to look into my full-length mirror.
Look at you, Stefanie. Looking good enough to write a smutty scene.
I released my hair from its ponytail and let it flounce around my face and shoulders in all its curly glory. Yup. This was the look I was going for. I opened the robe to stare at my body. Damn, Stef, you look good and thick!
Feeling sexy, I strode back into my bedroom and turned the bear to face the bed, moving it closer to the edge of the bed so Julian could get a good view of the show I was about to put on. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this.
I pushed that nervous feeling away. I was doing this. Shyness be damned. However, a shot of tequila would be helpful right now. I stared down at the stuffed animal and noticed the red dot wasn’t blinking.
Good . That either meant he’d tune in mid-act, and I wouldn’t be seen getting into position. Or, he wouldn’t tune in at all, and I’d pretend this never happened. I climbed into bed, moving slowly, making sure every movement was sensual.
I thought about how soft the comforter felt against my knees and palms. I noticed the way my robe rubbed against my skin as I crawled. All of that was going into the novel. I lay down against the pillows, letting the robe part further.
My thighs relaxed, opening slightly. One hand trailed down my stomach, while the other brushed over my breast, teasing the nipple until it ached. I closed my eyes and exhaled, soft and slow, picturing Julian in my mind. I’d just rubbed my hand between the valley of my breasts when his deep voice filled the room.
“Stefanie Adams, what the hell are you doing?” he growled.
He’s here!
It was time to start the show. For research purposes, of course. My heart was racing now, but I didn’t stop touching myself. I’d set things into motion and I’d be damned if I was the one to back out.
Instead, I opened my eyes, stared straight at the red dot, and murmured, “You’re late, Julian Cattaneo.”
“It looks like I’m right on time, Ms. Adams,” came his sultry reply.
Already, this was working. My pussy was perking up at the sound of his voice. My main lead was definitely going to have a deep, sinful voice like Julian’s.
“I need your help with something, Mr. Cattaneo.”
“I’m all yours, Ms. Adams.”
Him and his words!
It didn’t take much for him to get me excited. He could probably read the ingredients from the back of a cereal box, and I’d get aroused by his voice.
“I’m going to touch myself until I cum all over my fingers, Julian. I want you to tell me what you see, think, and feel as you watch me. Okay?”
“What is this for?”
“It’s for the romance novel I’m working on,” I admitted.
“You’re writing a romance book?” he asked.
“I am.” I waited for him to laugh.
“I’d be more than happy to help you get all the gritty details right,” he said. “You’re going to write the sexiest novel ever written.”
I smiled. This man!
“Do you want me to set the bear to record, so you’ll have an audio recording of this conversation for later when you’re writing?” he asked.
How thoughtful! I loved that he was taking this seriously.
“You can do that?” I asked.
“I can.”
“With no visual recording, right?”
“Only if you want it.”
Did I want it?
“No, I don’t want it.”
“Audio only,” he told me.
The blinking dot turned orange.
“You ready?” he asked.
I took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I’m ready.”
“Take the robe off, beautiful. I want to see you naked.”
Okay, this was really happening. This was no time to be shy or nervous. I did as he told me, sliding the robe off my shoulders and letting it fall to the bed. The cool air kissed my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
“There’s that beautiful body I’ve missed,” he whispered. “Let’s take things slow, love. Prop yourself up against the pillows so I can see you better.”
I propped myself up against the pillows, angling my body so Julian had a clear view.
"Good girl," Julian's voice rumbled through the bear's speaker. "Now, let your hands explore that sexy body of yours. Start with your breasts. I want to see you tease those beautiful nipples."
I cupped my breasts, running my thumbs over the hardened peaks.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered. “Just like that. Pinch the tips for me, beautiful.”
A soft moan escaped my lips as I pinched them gently.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Tell me how it feels."
"It feels... good," I breathed. "My nipples are so sensitive."
"Imagine my hands on you," he said. "Imagine my fingers rolling your nipples, my mouth sucking them. Can you feel that?"
"Yes," I whispered, my body responding to his words.
"Now, let one hand trail down your stomach, slowly. I want to watch you touch yourself."
I obeyed, my fingers gliding over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“Lower,” he instructed.
I inched lower and lower until I reached the apex of my thighs. I hesitated.
"Don't stop," Julian urged. "Plant your feet on the mattress and spread your legs for me."
Knees up, I parted my thighs, exposing myself to the camera. My fingers found my center. I was already wet with anticipation.
“Are you wet, baby?” he asked.
“I am.”
“Raise your fingers and let me see.”
Gush! That order only made me wetter. I slid my fingers between my silken folds and raised them for him to see.
“Fuck, Stefanie, your fingers are glistening with your juices.”
Gush!
"Rub your juices over your clit, baby.”
I began to circle my clit, gasping at the sensation.
“Yes. Just like that. You're so beautiful," he murmured. "Watching you touch yourself is the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
My hips jerked at his words.
"That's it," he said. "Tell me what you're feeling."
"I'm... I'm close," I moaned. "It feels so good."
"Good," he said. "Let yourself go. I want to watch and hear you cum. Rub your clit faster, baby."
I did as I was told, working my clit faster, my hips jerking as I grew closer and closer to reaching my peak.
“Grip your breast with your other hand, baby. Squeeze it for me.”
I did so, cupping my breast and squeezing it roughly as I massaged my clit.
“You look so fucking gorgeous, Stefanie,” he praised. “Grind against your fingers.”
I rolled my hips, bucking against my fingers.
“Just like that. Faster. Grind faster for me, love.”
My thighs trembled, breath catching as my fingers worked over my clit. I kept my eyes locked on the blinking light, on him, knowing he was watching. Knowing he could see everything made it hotter. Dirtier.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he said, voice low, gravelly.
“My body’s on fire,” I whispered. “I’m aching everywhere.”
“Watching you touch yourself like that...” His voice deepened. “It’s driving me fucking crazy. My cock is so hard it hurts.”
A needy sound escaped me, half gasp, half moan. The way he said it, the rawness in his tone... it did something to me.
“I want to be the one touching you,” he said. “I want to be between your thighs, tasting every inch of that pretty pussy.”
“Julian,” I whimpered, working my clit faster.
“My hand is on my cock right now, Stefanie. Stroking it slowly, imagining it’s your hand. Or better yet, that tight pussy of yours wrapped around me, squeezing me, milking me.”
I shivered, pulse racing. My fingers moved faster, body slick and needy, moans tumbling from my lips with every breath.
“You’re soaked, aren’t you?” he growled. “I can hear it. I can hear how wet you are for me.”
“I am,” I breathed. “Julian... I’m so wet.”
“If I were there right now, I’d bury my face in your wetness and never come up for air,” he said. “I’d make you cum so many times you’d forget your own damn name.”
My body clenched. I was close, so close I could taste it. He must’ve known.
“Cum for me, Stefanie. Let me hear you fall apart. Say my name as you cum on your fingers.”
His words pushed me over the edge. And just like that, I came undone, moaning his name loudly as my body trembled.
“Julian,” I moaned again, shaking, nearly breathless as I rode the wave of pleasure he’d sent my way with his sinful words.
I let my hand fall from between my legs as the remnants of my orgasm faded, my chest still heaving, my body flushed and tingling. But it wasn’t enough. Not tonight. The ache was still there. A low, pulsing hunger that throbbed between my thighs.
One orgasm wasn’t going to do it. Not after hearing Julian's voice utter all that sexy shit. Not after feeling the heat of his words sliding over my skin as he told me how beautiful my pussy was. I wanted more. I needed more. I had to have more!
“I’m still needy,” I murmured, not bothering to hide the frustration in my voice. “I need more.”
I turned to the side, body warm and sweaty against the sheets, and reached for my nightstand drawer. Since he wasn’t here, and since my fingers couldn’t do the trick, the only thing that I could do was whip out one of my handy-dandy toys.
I felt around in my drawer until I found a long, soft pink pouch. Discreet. Feminine. Dangerous. I pulled it out slowly and closed the drawer. I held it up for Julian to see.
“That’s cheating,” he whispered.
“No. It’s working with what I’ve got,” I countered, my voice low and breathy. “I need to cum again. I want to feel it build slowly and deeply this time. My fingers aren’t enough. I want to be pounded. I want to be wrecked. And this big guy will do the trick.”
His growl through the bear was downright sinful. My pussy throbbed, hungry for more. I was about to unzip the pouch when loud, violent banging sounded from the front door. I froze. Who the hell was at my front door?
And why did they choose to stop by at this moment? I started to ignore it until Julian spoke up again. His voice had changed. It was no longer soft, no longer seductive. It was now hungry, animalistic, rough.
“Open the fucking door, Stefanie,” he ordered, voice hard, commanding. “Now!”
Wait. “Is that you at my door?” I asked, eyes on the blinking light. “How...”
“Open the door. You’ve got five seconds before I break it down. One...”
Oh shit!
“Two...”
I barely had time to think or process what was happening. I snatched my robe from the bed, slipped it on without bothering to tie it, and hurried barefoot through the house.
“Three...”
This time, his voice was coming from in front of me. Julian was really on my front porch, counting down. I rushed to the security panel and punched in the code to turn it off.
“Four...”
I sprinted to the front door. My hands fumbled with the lock. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Five...”
“I’m here,” I pulled the door open, almost out of breath.
There he stood. Julian Cattaneo. Shirtless. Jogging pants riding low on his hips. No shoes, just socks. Damp hair curling around his forehead, his chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted straight from his home to my doorstep.
But the car parked crooked in my driveway let me know he hadn’t. He seemed just as out of breath as I was. He looked like lust incarnate, and he looked furious.
“Julian...”
He didn’t let me finish. He stepped in, kicked the door shut, then reached back and locked it behind him, his dark eyes never leaving mine. He tossed his keys and phone onto my couch without turning his head.
This man had never been in my house, yet he was moving like he had. The fuck? His gaze dropped to the parting in my robe, then climbed slowly back to my face.
“Did you really think I was going to let you use a toy?” he asked.
“There’s no way you got here that fast,” I whispered.
“I started on the way here the moment you said you needed my help with something.”
“But, where are your shoes?”
“Fuck them shoes.”
I guess there was no point in asking where his shirt was, either. Fuck that shirt . I stared over his body.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” I asked.
“I did.”
I held in my smile. This man was so damn over the top. No man had ever done anything like this to get to me.
“Using toys without me present is cheating,” he told me.
“But...”
“No buts. If you need more, I’ll be the one who gives you more.”
He went to his knees in front of me.
“Put your leg over my shoulder.”
My lips parted, stunned. Both sets . But my body obeyed before my brain could argue. I let the robe fall, my skin prickling with anticipation. I lifted one leg, balancing myself with a hand against the wall.
As soon as my leg touched his shoulder, he leaned forward and sucked my clit into his warm mouth. A moan slipped out before I could catch it. His tongue moved like he knew my body better than I did, slow, then faster, then teasing.
He didn’t rush. He savored. He didn’t merely pleasure me. He feasted. I gripped his damp hair, grinding gently into his mouth, gasping as he sucked and licked me like he was starving and I was the only meal left on the face of the earth.
“Julian,” I whispered.
He didn’t stop. He grunted in response, the vibration against me making my knees weak. One of his hands slipped beneath me, holding my ass, angling me just right. The other slid up and down my thigh. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could do was feel as his tongue worked its magic.
“Miss you,” he groaned against my pussy. “Missed you so fucking much.”
He squeezed my ass and pulled me closer, grinding his mouth against my pussy. My hips bucked, my nails digging into his scalp as my body trembled. I was about to cum again, but this time in his mouth.
My body was shuddering harder now, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was no longer in control. My pussy was the remote and Julian’s mouth was pressing all my buttons at the same time.
I felt like I was about to glitch. Sensory overload. I moaned his name as my climax hit me like a burst of molten lava exploding during a volcanic eruption, hot, relentless, unstoppable. I cried out, my head falling back as I rocked against his mouth.
Slurping sounds filled the air as he drank down everything I gave him. My pussy quivered as his tongue delved between my folds, not wanting to miss one drop of my essence. The pleasure unfurling within me was electric, leaving me shocked and dazed.
I don’t know how long I stood there, holding the wall with one hand while gripping his hair with the other as I rocked against his mouth. All I know was that my pussy and I was so damn thankful for this surprise delivery.
Ten stars. I definitely recommend. Or maybe I should say zero stars so that only I could request this special.
As my body floated back down from cloud nine, my fingers loosened in his hair, and my leg gave way. But I didn’t have to worry because Julian was there. He caught me. He stood, lifting me like I weighed nothing and cradling me against him, his lips brushing my ear.
“You taste just as good as I remember, sweet Stefanie,” he whispered. “I’ve been lacking your vitamin V for way too long. You can’t let me go that long without it again. It’s not good for my health, love.”
And even though my pussy had just been in this man’s mouth, I still blushed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You said you wanted more,” he whispered. “I plan to give you more all fucking night long.”
My pussy perked up, loving the sound of that. I’d asked for more, and now he was about to deliver. This wasn’t even about the fictional world I was creating anymore. My romance novel was long forgotten.
This was about being with the man I craved, even if it was just for a little while. I needed this. He needed this. And he’d rushed to me when I needed him. I’m pretty sure the man even left his wallet at home.
I’d never met a man like Julian Cattaneo before. And to be honest, I’d been craving his vitamin D like crazy these past weeks. I would let tomorrow worry about itself. Tonight, I was going to focus on my health.
I needed a healthy dose of the D tonight!