27. Julian
JULIAN
“I picture you plowing into me, over and over,” she moans, moving the toy up and down. “I usually think about you going down on me, the way you fuck me with your…oh, with your tongue,” she breathes. Fuck me. I’m about to combust.
“What else?” I growl.
“I think about you throwing my legs over your shoulders while you put that huge cock into me, over and over and over…” she says, her voice trailing off as she moves the toy faster, the buzzing sound giving me convulsions. “Julian?” she whimpers.
“Yes, baby?”
“You gonna finish this, or should I?” she asks, and before she gets out the last syllable, I’m out of the chair, ripping my pants off. I snatch the toy out of her hand, throwing it across the room. She laughs.
“You better buy me a new one of those,” she says as I grip her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed. I look down at her glistening pussy, and I want to melt into it. I look up at her, our eyes locking as I spit on it. She moans, biting her lip again as I plunge into her. I know she’s close, and God knows I am too. This doesn’t need to be long, but it’s going to be fucking amazing.
I hoist her legs up higher, lifting her ass up off the bed. The angle causes her to scream out immediately, clutching the blanket as she throws her head back.
“Christ, Julian,” she sighs. “Oh, God.”
I move my hips faster, my cock all up in her guts as I push her knees up and out, spreading her wide. I’m about to blow but only when she does. I lick the pad of my thumb then press it against her clit, matching my own rhythm inside of her.
“No need for that toy right now, princess,” I growl. “You come for me. Now.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she cries out, digging her nails into my arms. “Fuck, Julian, I…oh, God, I think I’m, oh my god, I’m going to…”
I know what’s happening. But I don’t think she does.
I pull out of her, moving my hand as fast as it can go on her clit. And then it happens, in all its glory, spewing out of her like the sexiest fucking geyser I’ve ever seen. Her eyes are wide as she watches her own body, and I stand there happily, letting myself get soaked.
“Oh, my god!” she cries, bringing a hand to her face.
“That’s my girl,” I say, letting her get over the last little hump.
“I can’t believe I…that’s never happened,” she says. “I’m sorry, I…”
I hold my hand up, the other wrapping around my cock that has its own heartbeat at this point.
“Don’t you ever fucking apologize for anything this body does. Ever.”
She nods.
“It’s your turn,” she says, slowing her breathing down and lying back. “And I want to see it.”
My eyes widen.
“You want to see it?”
She nods, sliding her hand down to her navel.
“Right here,” she says, pointing to her stomach. “I want to see what I do to you.”
I growl, pushing her legs back up and plunging back inside, bringing myself closer to the edge again. She moans as the aftershocks crash through her, and when I know I’m close, I pull back out.
I grip myself, yanking the condom off and pumping fast until I blow all over her beautiful body. She smiles down like she’s staring at the fruits of her labor.
“God, you’re fucking sexy,” she says. I laugh and shake my head as I catch my breath then pull her up slowly. I scoop her up, carrying her into the bathroom and turning on the shower. I wash her from head to toe, kissing her shoulders as I scrub her hair. She does the same when she washes mine, then we rinse off, get out, and get into her bed, staring out over the ocean.
She’s curled on me, and I’m dragging lazy fingers up and down her arm as the moonlight brightens up the room.
“Julian?” she says sleepily, her eyes still closed.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
My heart stops beating in my chest for a moment.
The world stops spinning.
She doesn’t look panicked. She doesn’t seem nervous about the confession she just made. She doesn’t look concerned that I might not return it.
She looks just as calm and at peace as she did a minute ago.
But fuck .
I know I’m in love with her.
I knew it early on, when nothing else mattered to me except for her safety.
I’ve never said it to anyone.
Not even my ex-fiancée.
We exchanged casual “I love yous” but nothing that held any true weight.
But now, I have this angel of a girl in this bed with me.
She doesn’t want or need anything from me except for my time. If our lives never got more exciting than this little bed in this little room in this little apartment, it would be enough.
I would be enough.
I reach down and tilt her chin to me, and she slowly opens her sleepy emerald eyes.
“Sweet girl, I’ve been in love with you from the second time we met. I am going to give you anything and everything you could ever need,” I whisper. She smiles, leaning forward to kiss my lips.
“Just stay right here, and your mission will be accomplished.”
God, she really is perfect.