17. Julian
I slid my way back up April’s body, my lips moving over skin. It was hard to resist kissing every part of her. She was just so incredible. Her body was made to be worshipped. Every tempting dip and curve of her was delicious. I wanted relief from my almost painful arousal, but I had no problem pleasuring her until the sun rose. The sight of her writhing in pleasure before shattering was my new favorite thing to watch.
Her eyes were closed so I took the chance to stare at her. Her long lashes rested on her flushed cheeks. Her lips were pink; the bottom one a little swollen from her biting down on it as if to contain her orgasm. My assessment moved on to her chest with that hot as fuck nipple ring. Jesus. April had a hidden wild side. Maybe I should change her nickname to Wild Child. She was beautiful, and I was officially worried. I swallowed hard, wondering why I wasn’t balls deep in her yet. I was taking the time to admireher. That just wasn’t normal Julian behavior. I pleasured a woman until she screamed and begged for more then I went on to give her more while getting my own gratification. Then we’d be done, and I’d detach...not that there was even any profound attachment in the first place.
Yet, there I was taking in April’s beauty, willing to bypass my own pleasure to cuddle with her. I was a little terrified by my new feelings. Her eyes fluttered open to collide with mine, and I was hit in the chest with something.
“Julian,” she breathed. “That was...I’ve never had such amazing...not that I’ve never...that was the best…”
I waited, eyebrows raised for her to express whatever it is she was trying to say.
Her eyes widened and the pink in her cheeks brightened. I pursed my lips as I waited for her to mutter something about Awkward April. She closed her eyes and groaned. “Okay, what I said before about having lots of great sex, I lied.” She looked so embarrassed and so adorable that I couldn’t let her see my amusement.
I slanted my mouth over hers so she wouldn”t see my smile. Her finger threaded through my hair as our kiss intensified, and I felt her relax. The flavor of her was still on my lips so I knew she could taste herself. “Damn it,” I growled against her lips.
“What?”
“Just a sec.” Reluctantly, I moved away from her and shuffled out of bed. I grabbed one of the condoms I had strewn in my suitcase and hurried back to my prize. She looked good, naked and ready for me. I was about to tear the packet open when she sat up and said, “Wait. Let me.”
“I can do it.” This goddamn cast would not stand in my way. If I didn’t have any arms, I’d use my fucking toes to put the condom on. That’s how hot I was for her, hot enough to achieve the impossible.
“I want to do it.”
On her knees, breast swaying―a riveting sight―she tore the packet open and slid it onto me. With excruciating slowness, she rolled it down, holding my gaze. She didn’t appear to be too nervous now. I was so entranced, so aroused, I almost nutted in the condom and had to take a deep breath to center myself. She laid back, scooted to the middle of the bed, and opened her legs. Her knees were bent and she propped herself up on her elbows. I stared at her pussy as if I were caught in a spell. She was exquisite. Mentally wiping away my drool, I re-joined her. On my knees, between her legs, I caressed her thigh, wishing I could explore her with both hands. Her skin felt like warm silk, and I couldn’t get enough of touching her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I positioned my tip against her entrance.
“Tell me what you want, April.” My voice was thick with need.
Her breath hitched and her blush spread from her face to her chest. “You...inside me.”
The breathy words drove me wild. Surging forward, I savored the way her warm channel clenched tightly around me. It made my eyes roll over and I grunted, “You feel so good.” Her responding moan was drawn out as she arched her back, thrusting her tits up. I swear, I’d never get tired of staring at her chest. The further I went, the tighter her muscles clenched me. I almost lost my control. It was insane. I’d never been a two-pump chump, yet there I was on the brink of shattering the moment I got the feel of April. I paused to stare down at her with amazement and to regain my composure. After a couple of steadying breaths, I indulge in her some more.
Each of my thrusts sent her breasts bouncing and my mouth watered. I wanted to bend down and tease them with my mouth but April was right, I still had to take it easy. In a few weeks when I was fully healed, I was going to do everything I wanted to do to her. This moment, however, was still incredible.
“Oh my God, this is freaking amazing,” April gasped. “More, Julian. Harder. Give me what you promised.”
A little stunned, I gazed at April. This side of her was everything. It was so different from the shy, sweet, sometimes awkward woman everyone saw. Well, she could be feisty but that was only with me. “I did promise to fuck you hard, didn’t I?”
Her eyes lit with excitement. She was sexy as sin, uber responsive to my slightest touch, and got turned on by dirty talk. Clearly, April was made for my bed. I drove into her with wild abandon all the while watching the pleasure flicker across her face. I had to see this side of her again. This wild, passionate woman with her guards down just for my eyes. She clenched around me, and I groaned before muttering a curse.
I wanted this to last longer but she felt so good, there was no way I could hold out much longer. Reaching between us, I found her sweet spot and flicked with my thumbs, feeling immensely satisfied when she moaned my name and arched her back. “That’s right, baby, cum for me again. I love watching you.”
She didn’t close her eyes when she shattered. Instead, she stared right at me, her eyes wide and filled with wonder. I imagined I looked at her the same way as I went over the edge along with her. I murmured an expletive, trying to catch my breath and collect my wits. Being with April like this had blown my mind. I felt drained, exhausted after my moment of intense passion. Yet, I felt alive. Every nerve ending in my body tingled with the aftermath of pleasure. When was the last time I felt this good after sex? I searched my brain for an answer and came up with...never.
“Oh, wow…” April breathed. She still shivered a little and her legs were still wound around me.
I gulped. Oh, wow…was my same sentiment. There were no other words. I was rattled mentally and emotionally. Her legs, wrapped around me, loosened and I pulled away from her. It felt like I slipped out of heaven and that rattled me some more.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
A small smile curved my lips. I liked that she was always concerned about me. “I’m fine. I should be asking you that.”
“I’m great.” Yet, she sounded as shaken as I felt.
When we locked eyes, I could see her confusion and maybe a little disbelief. Yeah, things between us weren”t supposed to be that amazing. I was digging myself deeper into whatever was going on with April. Scrubbing a hand over my face, I shuffled off the bed and hurried to the bathroom to discard the condom. I took a few minutes longer than necessary because I needed the time to find my composure. Hands resting on the bathroom sink, I peered at myself in the mirror.
“You are throwing yourself into uncharted territory here, man.”
Blowing out a breath, I strolled back to the bedroom, that unruffled guy that I tried to be was back in place. April hadn’t moved. She laid there, staring up at the ceiling. The sight of her wiped away all of my mounting anxiety about the foreign feelings trying to overwhelm me. That was new. The same woman that got me riled up and threw me for an emotional loop was the same one to calm me with her presence.
Grinning, I laid beside her to mimic her pose. After a moment, I asked, “What are we looking at?”
April’s soft laughter surrounded me like a warm blanket and I basked in it. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little...Honestly, I’m still trying to collect my senses.”
I chuckled. Her honesty was refreshing and I could relate. I did something I hadn’t felt the desire to do in a long time. Rolling onto my side, I flung my arm over her middle and pulled her closer.
“Your injuries.”
“I’m fine,” I grunted, burying my nose into her hair. The strands smelled like strawberries and I inhaled. Holy fuck. Holding her felt good. What was happening here? “I meant what I said earlier.”
She turned her head to gaze at me. Her eyes were clouded with residual lust and her voice was thick with it. “What’s that?”
“You’re not leaving until morning.”
She arched an eyebrow. “So, you’re telling me what to do now?”
“Yes,” I answered, boldly, “because I know you want the same thing. Stay, April.” She visibly swallowed, and a frown marred the perfection of her features. I frowned too because I thought she’d be happy that I asked her to stay. Women were usually pissed when I opted to make a hasty escape rather than cuddle and talk about my feelings. “Or maybe you don’t want the same thing…”
“No! I do. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with me staying. Are you sure you want me to stay? You don’t strike me as the guy who’s into this sort of thing.” My brows shot up and she stuttered, “I-I don’t mean that you’re...I’m not saying you’re...What I mean is, I thought you’d just want to, you know get things over with and…” She took a deep breath. “Oh, my God. I’m so horrible at this.”
Her face was bright red. It was so cute, I had to swallow my smirk. Leaning forward, I covered her mouth with mine and murmured, “Just shut up, and stay with me, April.”
Her little laugh was swallowed by another of my quick kisses.