Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Sophie
His kiss is maddening and furious as he places his hand in between my thighs.
He rubs his fingers against my wet folds, and I flinch at the sensation.
Then he slides my panties to the side and shoves two fingers inside of me.
He only strokes me twice before he pulls his fingers out and places them in his mouth, sucking off my juices in between.
My body vibrates at the sight. Julian then lifts me off the counter and stands me on my feet.
His hands grip my waist with force, pulling me flush against his chest as he walks me backwards all the way to the bedroom, his steps steady, his body deliberate.
I feel the heat of his breath against my temple until finally the back of my legs press against the plush bedding of the bed behind me.
My chest rises and falls as my hands instinctively clutch his arms, his muscles flexing beneath my touch.
His fingers trail down, sliding along the curve of my waist before his hands find the zipper of my dress.
The slow, deliberate sound of it sliding down fills the quiet space between us.
He peels the fabric from my shoulders, dragging it down my arms, until it pools at my feet in a soft heap.
I stand before him in nothing but my bra and panties, the cool air of the room brushing against my heated skin.
His hands roam my body, fingertips tracing the dips and curves as if memorizing every inch of me.
My breath shudders when his mouth captures mine in a deep, consuming kiss, our lips molding together, his tongue sweeping inside, commanding, dominant.
My fingers thread through his thick hair, tugging, needing more, craving more.
With an urgency that makes my pulse race, I fumble with the buttons of his dress shirt, desperate to feel his skin beneath my hands. One by one, I undo them, my palms sliding over his sculpted abs, feeling the taut ridges of muscle beneath my fingertips.
He groans against my lips, reaching behind me with practiced ease to unhook my bra. The straps slide down my arms, the lace joining my dress on the floor. He leans back, his gaze dark, devouring. His eyes rake over me, lingering on my bare breasts.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need.
Before I can respond, he lifts me effortlessly, hoisting me onto the bed, laying me back against the cool sheets. The contrast of the fabric against my feverish skin sends a shiver through me.
Julian wastes no time. He shrugs off his unbuttoned shirt, letting it drop, his chiseled torso now fully on display. My mouth dries at the sight of him—broad shoulders, taut abs, the sheer strength in every inch of his frame. He looks like a god carved from stone, yet he is all heat, all hunger.
He climbs onto the bed, straddling me, pinning my wrists above my head. His grip is firm, possessive, his weight pressing into me, making it impossible to move—not that I want to.
His mouth descends, trailing along my collarbone, his lips hot, teasing.
Then lower. His tongue flicks over my nipple before he takes it into his mouth, sucking, biting just enough to make me arch beneath him.
A sharp gasp escapes my lips as he works my sensitive peak, rolling the other between his fingers.
“Julian…” My voice is breathless, needy.
His answer is a deep, satisfied hum as he shifts, his mouth moving lower, kissing a path down my stomach, his lips pressing into my navel, moving lower still. My core clenches in anticipation, knowing exactly where he’s headed.
I feel the press of his nose against the thin material of my panties. His breath fans over the damp fabric, making my thighs tense, my hips lifting involuntarily. He inhales deeply, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place.
Then, he takes the waistband between his teeth and pulls them down in one slow, torturous motion, leaving me completely bare beneath him.
He exhales sharply, his fingers spreading my legs open wider, his gaze locked onto the wetness glistening between my thighs.
His lips move over my skin before he kisses my mound—a soft, deliberate press of his mouth that makes my entire body tense with anticipation.
Then, without warning, his hands grip my thighs spreading them wider, as he buries his face between my center.
The first stroke of his tongue against my clit sends a violent shudder through my body.
I gasp, my fingers twisting into the sheets as he licks and sucks my swollen bud, his tongue flicking with deliberate precision.
My head falls back against the mattress, my breath coming in quick, uneven pants.
“Oh…God,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
He groans in approval, his deep, masculine sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh. He alternates between slow, torturous licks and quick, firm strokes, keeping me right at the edge of control. His tongue circles my clit, then flicks it, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
Then, he moves lower. Two fingers slide inside me, slow at first, curling upward, seeking.
I let out a strangled moan as he finds my g-spot, rubbing, twisting, his fingers working me open.
His tongue returns to my clit, and the dual sensation is too much.
My hips jerk against his mouth, desperate, seeking more.
His grip on my thighs tightens, holding me still as he devours me completely. His fingers thrust deeper, harder, and then his thumb presses against my entrance as he sucks my clit into his mouth again.
The pressure inside me builds, thick and hot, coiling deep in my belly. I grip his hair, my nails scraping against his scalp, my body unable to do anything but surrender.
“Julian…” I moan, my voice shaking.
“That’s it,” he rasps against me, his tongue relentless.
“Let go.”
I come apart beneath him, the orgasm slamming through me with a force that steals my breath.
My pussy clenches around his fingers, my thighs shaking as I writhe beneath him, my release flooding his mouth.
He doesn’t stop. He laps at me, tasting every drop, swallowing me down like I’m the best thing he’s ever had.
I tremble uncontrollably, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks, as he finally lifts his head. His mouth glistens with my juices, and the sight of him, the feral hunger in his eyes, nearly makes me come again.
His tongue swipes over his lips, and he mutters about how good I taste. I barely have a moment to catch my breath before he stands at the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt in one swift motion.
I sit up, watching as he unzips, pulling both his pants and briefs down in one fluid movement. His thick, heavy cock springs free, standing hard and proud, veins lining the thick shaft, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as my eyes lock onto his size.
He strokes himself once, twice, his hand fisting his thick length, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he watches me.
“Come here,” he orders, voice rough.
I slide off the bed, kneeling at the edge, my hands gripping his thighs as I lean forward. My lips wrap around the swollen head, my tongue flicking over the salty taste of him. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his hand tangling in my hair as I take more of him into my mouth.
I suck him deep, hollowing my cheeks, my tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as I bob my head, working him over. His grip on my hair tightens, and he thrusts forward, his thick length sliding even deeper into my throat.
His voice is muffled in a low octave, but I keep going, my hands stroking the base as I take him deeper, my tongue teasing, licking, sucking. His cock twitches in my mouth, and just when I think he might lose control, he grips my hair and pulls me off him with a sharp tug.
His eyes burn into mine.
“Enough,” he growls.
“I need to be inside you.”
He grabs me, lifting me onto the mattress effortlessly. He spreads my legs, kneeling between them, his cock poised at my dripping entrance. I’m still pulsing from my first orgasm, my body hypersensitive, but the moment his thick head nudges my opening, I nearly claw at him in desperation.
“Please…” I breathe.
He fists his cock, rubbing it against my wetness, coating himself with my arousal before he finally thrusts inside me in one powerful stroke.
We both moan at the impact, my body stretching to take him, adjusting to his thick length as he buries himself to the hilt.
His girth fills me completely, pressing against my walls, my clit throbbing from the fullness.
He grabs my leg, hooking it over his shoulder, adjusting our position so he can sink even deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, the pleasure sharp and consuming.
Julian starts to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back inside me with force. He repeats this, as he watches his cock go in and out, his length wet and coated in our shared arousal.
I cry out, my fingers clawing at his back, leaving scratches down his skin as he fucks me deep, hard, mercilessly.
“You feel so fucking good, Sophie” he grits out, his hips driving into mine, his thrusts brutal and precise.
I can barely form words, my mind spinning, my body on fire. I cling to him, my nails digging into his muscles, my moans loud and desperate as he pounds into me, his cock hitting every perfect spot.
His hand slides between us, his thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing in perfect circles. My body tightens again, the pressure unbearable.
“I’m close,” I gasp, my legs trembling, my walls fluttering around him.
Julian grins wickedly, his strokes turning almost punishing.
“Give it to me,” he demands.
His thumb rubs harder, his cock driving deeper, and the orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave. I scream his name, my entire body convulsing, my pussy clenching hard around his cock.
He groans deep in his chest, his hands gripping my hips brutally as he drives into me one last time. His body shudders, and I feel the hot rush of his cum spilling deep inside me, coating my walls as he moans in satisfaction.