Chapter 5
Lilah
The sound Julian makes as I take him into my mouth lights me up from the inside out. The musky, manly taste of him invades my senses as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, lapping at the pre-cum at his slit.
“Oh, fuck, Delilah,” he rasps, sinking his fingers into my hair and gently holding me close.
I reach up and grip the base of him, bobbing my head and hollowing my cheeks as I suck him. He hisses, his fingers flexing in my hair, but he doesn’t move. His thigh is trembling under my other hand, his muscles rigid and tense.
He’s holding back.
Looking up, I catch his gaze and moan. His pupils are blown, a look of such wild want in their depths I want to preen.
I’m the one making him mindless.
Breathing through my nose, I relax my jaw and nod slightly, urging him on with a squeeze to his thigh.
“You want more?” he growls. “Fuck, I want so badly to fuck that pretty face.”
Oh, god, that shouldn’t sound so fucking hot.
Pulling my mouth off his cock with an obscene pop, I stroke him firmly as I look up and nod.
“Yes, please.”
To my surprise, he groans and steps back, letting my hands fall away. He turns and reaches into the palatial shower, flipping it on before turning back to me.
“I promised you a shower, then bed.” He steps over, cupping my cheek in one large, warm hand. “If I fuck your pretty face now, I won’t be able to fulfill that promise.”
Before I can react, he bends and gathers me into his arms, carrying me bridal-style into the warm spray.
It’s unreal how he tosses me around like I weigh nothing.
I’m a proper curvy girl, with thick thighs and soft rolls at my belly.
You’d think with miles of dog walking every day I’d be trim and petite, but my version of fit has always been soft.
My last boyfriend used to complain about how he couldn’t do all the things he wanted to in bed because he couldn’t lift me.
Turns out he just wasn’t strong enough, because this man makes it look easy.
Proving just how much of an upgrade he is, Julian sets me gently on my feet.
He’s gloriously naked, but I’ve still got my underwear on.
Positioning me perfectly under the spray, he sinks slowly to his knees.
His hands caress my thighs and hips, fingers digging into the softness of my belly as he leans forward to kiss my hip.
My body nearly vibrates with pleasure, tingles spreading through me from every point of contact.
He licks at the lacy waistband of my underwear, slipping his tongue beneath the fabric.
It flicks over just the right spot and my belly swoops, my knees shaking as I grip onto his shoulders to steady myself.
He’s nowhere near where I want him most, and he’s already turning me to goo.
Julian slides one big hand up the midline of my body, pressing gently but firmly against my sternum until my shoulder blades meet the cool tile wall.
The bite of cold flashes then disappears the instant he drops his shoulder under my thigh, lifting my leg and draping it over his back.
His caramel eyes seize mine as he leans forward and presses his open mouth to my clothed pussy, his tongue firmly stroking the cotton material.
I’m trembling as I watch his eyes close in bliss, his hand slipping from my chest to band around my middle and hold me in place.
In a move that has me dizzy with want, he takes the edge of my underwear in his teeth and yanks it to the side, exposing me.
His mouth descends immediately, his tongue finding my clit and swirling against it, making me gasp and writhe in his hold.
“Holy fuck, Julian,” I whimper, fingers gripping his hair.
I can’t stop the slow grind of my hips against his face as he laps at me, then pulls my clit into his mouth and starts suck in pulses.
Nearly doubling at the waist, I cry out, my toes curling and heel digging into his back.
He growls in encouragement, nipping at my swollen pussy lips and scraping his teeth over the inflamed flesh before pressing his tongue as deep inside me as it can go.
Before I can form a coherent thought, he rocks back slightly and gazes up at me, his hand slipping from my waist to stroke at my pussy as he watches me pant.
“You’re stunning, Delilah,” he praises, pressing teasing kisses to the crease of my groin. “I can’t wait to drink your cum.”
My brain goes offline as he sinks one finger into me, curling it up to stroke along the top of my channel. He finds that perfect spot with the same laser precision that he located my clit, stoking it gently as he puts his mouth on me once more.
“Please,” I whine, barely recognizing my own voice. “Julian, please…”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for, my hips writhing in his hold.
He seems to know, though, because he doesn’t hesitate to plunge another finger into me and press more firmly on that spot, sucking my clit back into his mouth at the same time.
The surge of pleasure is building in my core, fingers of fire curling out through my limbs as he brings me closer to the edge.
My body starts to lock up, my breathing going shallow as I chase what feels like an earth-shattering release.
Like he knows just what I need, Julian draws his mouth away to suck hard at my inner thigh, teeth biting and nipping before he soothes the sting away with his tongue. I gasp and shake, nonsense falling from my lips as I beg him for more.
“I’ve got you, baby.” His voice reaches me from somewhere far away, the low rasp of his tone sending a delicious shiver up my spine. “I need you to show me how fucking gorgeous you are when you come.”
His fingers have never faltered, the perfect consistent pulsing pressure hitting my G-spot like a metronome, working me into a frenzy.
The next time he sucks on my clit, my orgasm gathers into a tight ball in my core, then explodes out in a supernova of sensation.
I’m vaguely aware of warm wetness gushing from between my legs as I cry out, my voice hoarse and half there.
Julian groans and licks at me, lapping up my cum and rhythmically brushing my clit as he does.
The delicious friction of his stubble against my oversensitive flesh is almost too much; I feel like I can’t catch my breath, my core tightening as the orgasm seems to last forever.
Pleasure courses through me as I sob, my whole body trembling as he keeps his methodical pace, milking my release for all it’s worth.
A second wave crests quickly, the aftershock suffusing me with warmth from head to toe as it pours over me like warm honey.
It leaves me boneless and sagging against the shower wall, my breathing heavy as I try to open my eyes.
“You’re a goddamn vision when you come, Delilah.”
He gently slips his fingers from me. I whimper pathetically and squeeze around him as he goes, wanting desperately for him to fill me back up.
“Shh,” he soothes, stroking my entrance as he slowly rises, trailing kisses up my body as he does. “I’ve got you, remember?.”
I’m barely coherent as he pushes my underwear from my hips then guides me back under the warm water. He works shampoo into my hair with gentle, firm fingers. I moan at the attention, feeling lost in a dream as he tends to me.
Never before have I felt so treasured. It’s almost cruel that it’s just for tonight.
I’m vaguely aware of him washing himself quickly after rinsing the conditioner from my hair.
I capture his lips every time they get close enough, kissing him through the water and suds without care.
He turns off the water abruptly, grabbing towels from a warm rack outside the shower and quickly enveloping me in coziness.
“You can’t be real.” My voice is thick with post-orgasm stupor, even now. My clit is a heavy, pulsing thing between my legs, both overstimulated and ever hungry for more.
Julian chuckles as he guides me to the bed.
Instead of letting me crawl to the pillows, he lifts me into his arms and lays me down just where he wants me.
I’m in a cloud of softness, a smile on my lips as I part my legs and welcome him against me.
He stays on his knees, one hand on my thigh as he tugs my towel open with the other.
His gaze is hungry, his pupils still blown as he stares at the most sensitive part of me.
Wanting to make the most of our one night, I let my knees fall open and invite him to look his fill.
“Good girl.”
The words are so quiet I don’t know if he meant to say them or for me to hear them, but my core clenches in response.
“Oh, so greedy for praise,” he croons, stroking a teasing finger through my wetness. “Look how you glisten for me.”
He meets my gaze as he sucks his finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of me on his skin. I moan, my hips writhing as I try to urge him closer.
Just touch me.
Julian leans over the side of the bed and rifles in his bedside drawer. When he settles back on his heels, he holds up a condom and a bottle of lube, a question in his gaze.
“Yes to the condom.” My voice comes out breathy and rough. I’ve never heard myself sound quite so wrecked. “No lube. I want to feel you stretch me.”
“Fucking hell.” Julian rips the gold foil open and roughly shoves the condom down his length.
He shuffles forward on his knees and strokes me with two fingers, sinking them in and pressing circles against that magic spot.
“You ready for me, gorgeous? Ready to come on this fat cock?”
I nod and whimper. I might even say please, which would be mildly embarrassing if I had any sense left in my head. As it is, I have none, so all I can do is sigh as he notches the head of his cock against my entrance.
He leans over me, one hand planted by my cheek. I turn my head and kiss his wrist, licking and nipping at his skin.
“Fuck,” he groans, sucking in a sharp breath. “You’re going to be the death of me.”