Chapter 5 #2
His light brown eyes hold mine as he starts to sink slowly in. The stretch is intense, reminding me it’s been years since anything bigger than my fingers or my trusty rabbit has filled me. My eyes flutter closed as I breathe through it, my core already tightening.
“Eyes on me, Delilah.”
The command in his voice is unmistakably gentle. I can’t help but obey, my heart lurching as he looks straight into my soul and slides all the way home.
I’ve never been so full.
He groans as he bottoms out, resting his forehead on mine as he holds still. I’m almost grateful for the reprieve from his piercing gaze, my heart thudding in my chest as emotions threaten to overwhelm.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispers reverently. “You’re fucking strangling my cock.”
I intentionally tighten around him, wanting to feel him, needing him to move. My hands clench in the sheets, anchoring me to something as I start to feel untethered.
“Oh god, do that again.”
I do, gripping him like a vice while he slowly pulls out then pushes back in.
“Julian, please,” I whine, bucking my hips up as much as I can with his weight against me.
“You want me to move, gorgeous?”
“Please.”
He rocks into me slowly again, then again. Each long stroke sends tingling pleasure up my spine and steals another breath. Every time he bottoms out, I feel the press of him against my clit and nearly go cross-eyed at the fire that starts to build.
“Hold on.”
His rough words are all the warning I get before he pulls out and snaps his hips quickly. I gasp and arch into him, meeting him thrust for thrust as he pounds into me. We’re both babbling now, curses and praise filling the air along with the filthy, slapping sounds of our bodies.
My breasts are bouncing with the movement and his eyes snap down to them, his jaw ticking as he stares.
“Fucking look at you,” he growls.
Without missing a beat, he bends down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, roughly rolling the bud in his teeth and sucking.
I gasp and seize up, my whole body trembling as the biggest orgasm yet rips through me.
My mouth drops open on a silent scream as I throw my head back and ride the wave, the pleasure sparking out from my core like a firework.
Julian curses, his pace stuttering as he nears his release.
He works me through my orgasm, then through his, his body shuddering as he unloads into the condom.
I’m oversensitive, every motion making me shiver and twitch.
I run my hands up along his back, clutching him to me.
We’re still connected, our chests heaving, as he slowly lets himself settle against me.
The dense weight of him presses me into the mattress and makes it a little harder to breathe.
I fucking love it.
As though he senses the shift in my breath, he moves to get off of me.
“No!” I clamp my arms and legs around him, holding him against me. “Don’t you dare.”
He huffs a tired laugh. “I’m squishing you.”
I shake my head in categorical denial. “I like it.”
His soft chuckle turns into a laugh, which shakes us both. I grin into his neck and squeeze him tighter, relishing the closeness. It’s been years since I've felt comfortable with another person like this, years since I let my walls down and allowed this kind of intimacy.
Ever since I opened Happy Tails, it’s been easier to just focus on work and the friendships that got me through the hardest transition of my life.
My family didn’t understand why I’d walk away from what they saw as a promising career, and my ex had given up on me due to my “lack of ambition” months prior.
I haven’t even considered letting anyone else in since, content to work on myself and my business.
And then came Julian.
The man in question shifts to the side, slipping free and making us both groan. He reaches down and deals with the condom, tying it off and tossing it in a wastebasket near the bed. Pausing, he smiles down at me and kisses me tenderly, then rises.
“Where are you going?” I ask before I can stop myself.
He tosses an amused glance over his shoulder as he disappears into the bathroom. “Don’t worry, I’m coming right back.”
His teasing lilt brings a blush to my cheeks and I roll my eyes at myself, flopping back into the pillows and grinning at the ceiling.
I hear Julian reenter the room before I see him, but then he’s in my space and wiping a warm washcloth against my pussy.
I gasp and writhe a bit, watching as his eyes light up.
“You’re insatiable,” he mutters.
He slows his ministrations, dragging the warm cloth over my clit. My breath catches in my throat as my overstimulated flesh throbs, warmth pooling. I can’t help but moan as he presses down and circles steadily.
“I could watch you come all night.”
The whispered confession has me closing my eyes and thrusting my hips against him, the wave crashing almost lazily through my body, pleasure sweeping me away. I tremble against him, my eyes opening to find an awed look on his face.
“Is it always like that?” His voice is full of wonder.
I huff a laugh, barely in charge of my faculties. “I’ve always been able to come a lot,” I manage, “but no, it’s never really like that.”
“You’re spectacular.” He wipes the cloth against me again, not taking advantage of my shiver this time. “I’ll never get tired of making you come.”
Flushing, I give him a wry look. “Just one night, remember?”
The words taste sour, but they need to be said.
I have a business to run and expansion plans to manage.
I’m in the middle of switching over to a new booking and messaging system and hiring another full-time sitter to join me and my part-time staff.
I can’t afford the time it would take to build something more meaningful than just one night.
Julian’s grin is salacious.
“We better make it count, then.”
I don’t get the chance to agree before his mouth steals my breath away.