Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Leena
With a roaring in my ears, Julian slumps on top of me, breathing erratic, but holding me tight. Smiling, I soak up this moment. This gorgeous man quiets something in my mind, allowing me to lose myself in the moment with him. He wrings pleasure from my body effortlessly.
Rarely have I reached orgasm with a partner in the past. It either takes more time than they are willing to give, or I feel too self-conscious to fully relax, and then I’m constantly wondering if I am taking too long.
I can come easier with additional stimulation from a vibrator.
However, when I worked up the courage to ask my ex-boyfriend, he was not so accommodating.
He was threatened by the use of a toy, and he made me feel like something was wrong with me.
The fact that Julian has made me orgasm each time we’ve been intimate, is mind-blowing. In more ways than one!
Running my hands over his sweaty back, I kiss his head. When he hums against my breast, another smile stretches across my mouth.
“And here you thought you wouldn’t be up to finishing me off,” I tut playfully at him.
Lifting his head, he looks completely unamused. “I had no idea your magic cunt would suck the soul from my body.”
Gasping out a laugh, I pinch his side.
“What? I’m pretty sure I have never come that hard before. I might have blacked out, pretty girl.”
Lifting my head, I quickly kiss him before yawning.
Pulling out, he pushes back on to his heels, looking directly at my pussy.
My face flames, and I try to snap my legs closed, but he holds them open with a firm grip on my knees.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s hot as fuck watching my cum leaking from you.
” His intense expression abruptly changes to a frown, but before I can ask, he’s using two fingers to gather his release and push it back inside.
With a yelp, my jaw drops. “Julian! I cannot believe you just did that!”
He smirks up at me as he slowly pushes his fingers in again. I clench around the pleasant intrusion. How is my body still responding to him after three freaking orgasms tonight?
“Pretty girl, I don’t want a drop of this cum to go to waste.
It belongs. Right. Here.” He punctuates the last few words with the thrusting of his fingers.
My hips come off the bed, following. “Look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous—messy and leaking.
Your body still responds to me. Wanting more.
” Looking down at his fingers disappearing inside my body, he keeps finger fucking me. “Am I right?”
“What are you doing to me?” I gasp out, moving my hips in time with his hand. I whine and thrash my head when his thumb starts circling my swollen, sensitive clit.
Chuckling, Julian doesn’t let up. My pussy clenches around his digits, I continue to lift my ass off the bed, searching for and chasing another orgasm.
When he reaches his other hand up to pinch my nipple, I cry out sharply at the zap of pleasure it radiates to my core.
With a few more flicks of his fingers, I’m coming again.
Not as hard as the previous orgasm, but no less satisfying.
“That’s right. Coming for me like such a good girl.” My legs cinch shut, squeezing his hand, and I ride the wave of bliss from his fingers and words. “Does my pretty girl have a praise kink?” he coos.
Do I have a praise kink? I’ve read about them in romance books, but never felt particularly overwhelmed by the description in a sexual way.
Never fantasized about it. Although, I have always enjoyed when a boss or surgeon has complimented my work or requested me specifically to work with them.
The recognition was flattering and welcomed.
So I guess I shouldn't be surprised that with Julian, the praise does cause a strong reaction. I might even crave it from him.
“With you, I just might.”
With a smug puff of his chest, he lays down beside me and throws an arm over my waist, pulling me to him.
Resting his head on the pillow, he watches me.
It’s strangely comforting being the sole focus of his stormy gaze.
My eyes begin drooping, and I yawn again.
Maneuvering, he pulls the covers out from under us and tucks us in.
Comfortable in his arms, I drift off to sleep with a gentle press of his lips to my forehead and a whispered, “Good night.”
No idea how much later, a chill nipping my exposed back wakes me.
I snuggle deeper into the warmth along the front of my body.
The large hand on my thigh draped over Julian’s waist clenches briefly with my movements before relaxing.
Delicately lifting my head, my eyes wander over his peaceful face.
A lock of hair has fallen over his forehead, lids twitching in sleep, mouth slightly parted.
Smiling, I lay my head back down on his chest, luxuriating in how deliciously sore and thoroughly rested I feel until I can no longer ignore my bladder screaming for relief.
I reluctantly untangle myself from Julian’s body and slip out of bed.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I make a half-hearted attempt at wrangling my curls that are completely wrecked after not pulling my hair back or sleeping with my bonnet to protect them.
A huff of defeat falls from my lips at the crazy, curly sight.
I gather it all up into a bun and tip-toe back into the bedroom and straight to my dresser to put on a pajama set.
Gathering our clothes from the floor, I empty Julian’s pockets.
Place his phone, wallet, and keys on the nightstand beside him before quietly leaving my room, shutting the door with a slow snick.
A load of laundry started, I quietly rummage around in the guestroom dresser for a pair of my brother’s basketball shorts. I’m sure I washed and put them away after he left them here when I hosted a family dinner months ago. He had come straight from the gym, showered, and changed here.
Stepping into the hallway, Charlie jumps out of the bathroom across the hall, landing in a crouch and roars. Gasping, I fall back into the wall, arms swinging.
“Goddamn it, Charlie! I hate when you do that.” I slump back into the wall, breathing heavily, and holding a hand to my racing heart.
Cackling, she falls into me with a hug. “It will never get old how jumpy you are!”
Standing, I push her away with huff and stick my tongue out at her over my shoulder.
“How long you planning to hide your man away in your room?”
Stopping in my tracks, I turn back to my best friend. Smiling sheepishly, I say, “He’s sleeping.”
Coming to my side, she leans against the wall. “Wore him out, huh?” she quips with a teasing arch of her brow.
“Charlie,” I admonish her with a side-eye.
“Hey, taking out all that suppressed sexual frustration would wipe anyone out. I’m surprised you’re not passed out with all the moaning and bed squeaking I heard last night. Had to put my noise cancelling headphones on so I could sleep.”
“Oh my god, stop,” I laugh out. Hooking my arm in her elbow, I slide down the wall, pulling her with me.
“Admit it. It feels good to give into your feelings instead of running, right?”
I hum in agreement, leaning into her side and resting my head on her shoulder. After a moment of silence, a dreamy sigh flutters free.
Charlie jostles her shoulder. “You’re thinking about his dick, aren’t you?”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to stop. Not that I want to.” I shoot her a look with my lips rolled between my teeth.
“I expect all the dirty, horny deets.” Squinting one eye, she follows up with a muffled, “I may not be able to look him in the eye after . . .”
“I love you, Mama, but I am not sorry.” An unrestrained laugh bubbles out of me as I squeeze her arm.