45. Chapter Thirty-Five #2
The moment I turn away, I hear a breathy “fuck” and then his hand is around my bicep and he’s pulling me back, slamming his lips onto mine.
The kiss is violent and desperate as we tear at each other’s clothes.
Our lips, teeth, and tongue clash. I’ve never been kissed so brutally.
It feels like more than just a kiss, it feels like a discovery.
With our clothes now discarded on the floor, in one sweep, he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist just before he falls on top of me, my back meeting the bed. He kisses down my neck, sucking my skin there gently.
“You’re more than enough,” he murmurs, and I lift my hips to brush myself against him with only the thin fabric of our undergarments between us.
We both moan at the electrifying friction.
“Are you sure?” he asks softly, his breath cool against my wet skin.
When I nod, he lifts his head to look at me.
“I need your words because once we do this there’s no going back. I won’t let you go once I have you.”
I run my fingers over the slight stubble on his jaw. “Yes, Julian. I want you.”
That must be the only thing he needed because then he’s consuming me again with his mouth before completely shredding my new lace panties and pulling down my bra to reveal my breasts.
I arch into his mouth when he latches onto a nipple.
He takes his time with my body, studying my responses to him.
My moans fuel him and I love that his sole attention is on me.
I’ve never been dominant in the bedroom, so I love that he’s controlling this. His fingers grip my hips as his mouth travels down my torso. He pushes my legs open, revealing me to him.
I instinctively go to close them when his eyes settle there, but he holds them open, his eyes flashing to mine. “You’re perfect.”
“I am?” I ask in a breath, fighting the urge to lift my hips.
He nods, sliding down further to place a kiss on my inner thigh. My body shudders and my skin lights on fire. “I love how your body responds to me.” Another kiss, this time higher and I bite the back of my hand, writhing with need. “It’s like it was made for me.”
“Please.” I’m not entirely against begging.
“Whatever you want.” Then he’s dragging his tongue over me. He moans, sending a vibration over my clit. He moans . Like I’m doing him a favor. “Tu as le go?t de le mien.”
I barely get to register his foreign words before his mouth greedily devours me.
It should be embarrassing how quickly I fall apart for him, but his groan of approval makes me throw that thought away as I ride the wave of my euphoric high.
I expect him to stop, but instead, he drives a finger into me, filling the emptiness inside of me.
“Give me another one,” he demands.
“I can’t.” As I say it, I can feel another one rapidly approaching. “Ah, fuck,” I cry out as he sucks my clit and adds a second finger. My hips move in sync with his movements. A sputter of unintelligible words spill from my mouth as I chase my second orgasm.
The moment my eyes lock with his, it slams into me so hard that my vision goes black in the corners. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me slowly, causing the high to drag itself out.
Holy shit.
I’m breathless and boneless by the time he starts to kiss his way back up my body. The moment I can, I steal his mouth with mine. I feel something awaken inside of me and he’s right. There’s no going back now.
“I have a condom in the top drawer of the dresser,” I tell him between kisses, but when he pulls away, I whine and attempt to cling to him.
He laughs softly, kissing my shoulder. “Give me two seconds.”
Reluctantly, I release him and watch him walk over to retrieve the condom.
I inch my way up the bed, sitting with my back against the headboard as he tears the foil of the wrapper.
I unclasp my bra and toss it on the floor.
He pushes down his black briefs and steps out of them, his lust-filled eyes trained on me with clear intent.
I watch him work the condom onto his length and my mouth goes dry at the size of him. My eyes flick up to his and where I expect to find a cocky smirk, I only find his undivided attention on me—roaming every inch of my skin as if trying to memorize it.
His hands go around my ankles and he pulls me down the bed, drawing a startled laugh from me. Once my back is flat on the mattress again, he’s crawling up my body, his mouth not missing an inch of my skin.
He hovers over me as he lines himself up at my entrance. I run my hands through his hair, pulling him down to kiss me.
“Tell me something real,” he whispers, pressing himself against me.
“Us,” I breathe.
I gasp as he pushes into me slowly, his body shaking as he does.
He groans. “Nothing should feel this good.”
Bringing my mouth to one of his scars, I say, “We do.”
My nails dig into his back as he pulls all the way out and then pushes back in.
He catches my moan with his mouth and kisses me how every woman deserves to be kissed.
There’s a need that takes control of us as he builds his pace.
With every thrust, I feel my soul untethering, readying itself to be wrapped with his.
He pushes my hair away from my damp forehead and places a kiss there.
I place kisses of my own across his jaw and down the column of his throat.
I can tell this is his sweet spot from the way his body responds.
His fingers dig into my hips as he drives into me.
His breathy moans next to my ear have me leaving a possessive mark on his neck.
The action unlocks something inside of him. His lips smash against mine and I can hardly keep up with the ferocious act as my orgasm sneaks up on me.
“Yes, Andrea,” Julian pants, his hand circling my neck. “Be a good girl and come on my dick.”
Yep, that’ll do it. I topple over the edge with a cry, the intense pleasure rolling through me.
JULIAN
THE FEEL OF HER milking my dick has me nearly finishing right then, but I don’t want this moment to end. I want to be this close to her forever—tethered together in body and mind. Her skin is flushed a pretty shade of red and her mouth is open in a silent scream as she comes undone.
We’re a perfect mess; our bodies are covered in each other’s sweat and we’re panting like we’ve run a marathon. Her nails dig into me and the pain mixes with the pleasure.
The way her body responds to me is addicting. It makes me want to spend eternity in this room and learn everything that sets her aflame. I want to study her inside and out. I want—no, I need to be wanted by her. I can do without the rest, but not this, not her.
“You’re beautiful, Andrea,” I murmur, brushing my mouth over her cheek.
“Julian,” she cries, and the way she clings to my body, trying to pull me impossibly closer causes something bright to bloom inside of me.
“I-I’ve never. . .” Her words break off into a moan as I continue to fuck her with slow, steady strokes.
Ecstasy pours through me as I realize how precious she truly is.
I kiss her cheek, her nose, her lips. “You’ve never what?”
She gasps when I swirl my tongue around the base of her neck. “Felt like this before. . .with anyone,” she breathes and pulls my head up to her so she can kiss me again. “Do you understand?”
I nod, pressing my forehead to hers, my heart pounding like mad. “I understand you, ma cerise,” I say softly, feeling my release closing in on me as sparks of pleasure roll down my spine.
All my control wavers when she rolls me onto my back so that she now straddles me. The new angle causes both of us to moan as we adjust to the new sensation. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold off my orgasm with her on top of me, rolling her hips with a hungry fervor.
“God, you’re so big,” she says with another moan.
I grit my teeth, hanging on for dear life. “Don’t say stuff like that, baby, or I’ll come right here and now.”
She picks up her pace, finding her rhythm. Her nails claw at my chest and the possessive part of me loves that she’s leaving her marks on my body. They overrule my scars until all I can feel is her.
My heart—beating.
My soul—dancing.
My mind—balanced.
My body—alive.
For her. It’s all for her.
“I’m close,” I pant, gripping her hips as she drives herself onto me. She falls onto my chest, fighting her fatigue, but I gladly take over. I suck the skin of her throat into my mouth, marking her as I hold her hips in place and thrust into her.
We chase the end together, so when her cry pierces the air and she tightens around me, I meet her there with a guttural groan as my release tears through me. The intensity of it has me seeing stars.
And then something unfamiliar occurs to me.
The intensity of her has me seeing forever.