We’re in the middle of his bed.  Lying next to me, we stare up at the ceiling as he gently takes my hand and kisses the palm.  Our bodies turn and face each other. With tenderness, his fingers caress my tangled hair, my nose, and my flushed cheeks before slowly tracing the curvature of my satiated body.  

I’m about to close my eyes when Julian asks, “Lina, why do you want to hide?”

“It’s not hiding, really.  I’m just nervous, and I’m uncomfortable.”

“Do I make you feel nervous? Uncomfortable?”

“Yes and yes. Look at you.  You’re perfect.  And …”

“And what?

“I’m not,” I solemnly admit.

He searches my face, and I’m unable to read his expression. What did I just do? Moving his body down, I remain still.  He begins to savor my super-sensitive sex all over again, slowing traveling up to my belly and then my lips. When he claims me with his mouth with such tenderness, a part of me wants to cry. He doesn’t tell me I’m perfect. Instead, he shows me with his possessive mouth.

A wave of passion encases me.  Even though Julian has yet to enter me, I’ve never felt this close to anyone before. When our kiss ends, he slowly takes me by the hand, lifts me from the bed and leads me to the floor-length mirror against the white wall. Bashful, I am now naked in front of the mirror and him.  Julian stands behind me with my naked back firm against his sweater-clad chest.  Leisurely, he strokes my hair before placing his mouth against my ear. “Lina,” he whispers before wrapping his arms around my grateful body−before holding me close to his heart.

A few long minutes passes by as we remain in front of the mirror.

Julian disentangles himself, allowing his large hands to cup both my breasts. Circling my tender nipple with the pad of his thumb, he says, “See how beautiful they are?” 

With one hand fondling my left breast, his fingers walk lazily along my soft belly before resting inside my sex. “This delicious pussy is mine.”

I love that he’s possessive with my girl.

Excitement and paralysis appear at the same time.  Grinding against my naked ass, I feel his enormous erection behind me. He lightly tugs at my hair, licking the right side of my jaw.  Although I have just experienced my first series of orgasms with someone, my body is so turned on that I don’t even realize he has started to plant kisses down my back.   

How have I not fallen? 

I remain barely standing when a surprising, forceful slap hits my ass.  “Ahh,” escapes my lips. 

“I’m going to fuck this juicy, remarkable arse one day,” he says, kneading it and slightly pulling the cheeks apart.

Oh. My. God. 

I’ve never thought about having anyone … ever … touching me there.  But with Julian, the thought is titillating. 

Aroused, all I can do is moan.  “Mmm …” This man can do whatever he wants to my body.

“I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long,” he utters before turning to face my very grateful sex. All these years of neglect, she is finally receiving the attention she’s always craved.  His tender lips are no longer tender.  Rough, violent kisses touch my excited core. I placed my hands on his shoulders, desperately trying to balance myself on him.

He studies my face. “What do you want?”

There is no hesitation.  “I want you.“

“How do you want me?” His voice is deep, rough, and seductive. 

Even though there is not an inch of doubt, I falter, “I … I want you inside me.”

He takes one of his fingers and carefully slides it in my wet slit.  “Like this?”

“Oh, God … please … I want more than your fingers.” I moan. That feels so good but I want him … all of him. I want every inch of him inside me.

“Baby, you’re so tight. You need more than this.” He takes his finger out, licking my juice from his skin.  “I can’t get enough of you. Fuck, I need to finish what I started earlier.” Before I can gather my thoughts, two fingers are in my cleft gliding in and out. The only sound I can hear is his fingers fucking my wet core.

I don’t want to wait anymore.

“Are you ready for me?”

I’ve been ready for weeks! 

“Yes, please make love to me … fuck me … I want you so badly.”  I have never implored before, yet somehow with Julian, begging is naturally easy. 

His Adam’s apple swallows hard. His sapphire eyes gleam. “I’m going to fuck your tight, sweet pussy, and you’re going to come all over me.” His rich voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it before.

His hot, filthy words drive me crazy. Wetness runs down my legs, and I can’t help but beg again like a junkie. “Please … please, Julian ... I want more.”

“Don’t ever hide from me.”  Lifting me, he carries me back to the bed in his strong arms.

“Lie down and keep your legs apart. All I want you to do is hold the bed.”

Before I can do anything, Julian’s mouth is on me. After placing a rough kiss on my sex, he confesses, “Baby, I love eating your sweet pussy, but if I’m not inside you in a matter of seconds, I’ll fucking die. I’ve had a hard-on since this morning. I can’t wait any longer.” Although I have been naked this entire time, it finally dawns on me that he is still fully clothed.  Standing over me, I salivate as he peels his clothes off.  One by one … black V-neck cashmere sweater ... white, crisp shirt … fall to the floor.  There is a small trace of hair on his chest, and as I look farther down, I admire the six-pack and the V shape that leads to paradise.  After fantasizing all these weeks, he stands before me, absolutely gorgeous. His jeans come off, and his cock desperately tries to spring out of his boxer briefs. My dry mouth waters. I can’t keep my eyes off the large erection that commands all my attention. 

In seconds, his gray boxer briefs are now on the side of the bed along with his black shoes. 

Oh. Dear. God. 

Well-endowed is an understatement.

His cock is … colossal!

My mouth hangs open.

I must look like an idiot ogling him, but I can’t look away.

Julian Caine is beautiful.

He’s completely naked.  For the first time in my life, naked perfection stands before me.  I stare at his long, thick, and very hard erection. Andrew’s big but Julian is … enormous. And now I am completely, freaking scared.  For the past few weeks, I’ve wondered how Julian would feel inside me.  God knows I’ve been primed for him since we’ve reconnected. But as I gawk in awe at his prodigious length, I don’t know if I can go through with it.  That monster cock is going to physically break me! He’s larger than the Jack Rabbit Patti got me.  He’s not only long but also ridiculously thick.  Like ‘how the hell can I hold him with one hand’ kind of thick.  The smirk on his face reveals he has guessed what has been on my mind.  Looking down at his own erection, he smiles again. Of course, he knows his manhood is impressive.

The scared look on my face says it all.

“We’ll start slow, darling,” he whispers sweetly as he strokes his colossal cock.

I exhale.

Breathe in, Lina. Breathe in. 

He might rip you, but he’s not going to break you. 

The man I’ve fantasized about for weeks is finally above me. My body is sandwiched between his two strong arms. Studying my face as if he’s trying to memorize it, he murmurs, “Hi.”

I smile, repeating his word. “Hi.”

A deep, longing kiss closes the space between us.  Oh dear God, his kiss alone will get me off. Positioning himself carefully with his weight covering my entire body, he spreads my legs farther apart with his.  I stare in awe, fully aware of my panting. Take a deep breath. As he teases my wet entrance with his plump crown, I move my hips slightly forward, determined to have all of him inside me. Julian’s grin is telling.  He knows how desperate I am.  Although I am dripping wet, his massive length is taking its sweet time to enter me−its thick head continually teasing my throbbing sex. His elbows are now positioned on both sides of my body as he kisses me again.  “Lina,” he utters my name like a prayer.

I stare up, “Please … Please, Julian … I want you … please,” I beg without any embarrassment.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he confesses as his enormous tip eases all the way into my core. Unprepared, I gasp, “Ahhhhh.”  It’s painful at first, but as Julian gently moves in and out, pleasure crashes over me. Pleasure so foreign, I am unable to voice how grateful I am.  

Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.

Julian searches my face with concern. “Are you okay?” He halts his movement.  “Please be okay … because your pussy feels soooo … good.”

I hold my breath and barely nod. “You’re … you’re so big ... so … so thick … but … please … please, don’t stop.” I pant and beg.

Julian moves away slightly before pushing back into my core. Without missing a beat, he raises my hips and fucks me so deep it shocks my system. My body jerks forward.

Oh. God.

Different sensations come over me. I move my hands down the length of his body with hesitation. “Lina, let yourself go. Baby, please. Please be with me.”

His words unravel me.

I dig my fingertips into his ass, physically imploring him to fuck me. With my encouragement, he continues to thrust, varying his rhythm. Every inch of him fills me, striking nerves that I never knew existed.

I exhale again.

Dear God, thank you.

This. Is. Unbelievable.    

I feel alive. It’s as if I have been dead all these years, and I am finally living. Although I am not a virgin, this moment with Julian, feels like the first time.  

The opening movement of Orff’s “Carmina Burana” plays in my head. The choir belts out ‘O Fortuna’−steady crescendo of the drums−all imitating the sensation that this astonishing lover delivers. 

“Baby, I need you to see something,” he instructs while helping me move my head so that I can look at the floor-length mirror by his bed. “Don’t forget this image. When you’re sore, and you can barely walk tomorrow, I want you to remember this. Remember who fucked your sweet, tight pussy.” 

Oh, dear God!

His dirty words are shocking, and I love his possessive tone. They make me feel sexy. I proceed to watch our bodies entwined in front of the mirror.  It’s a resplendent image I’ll always remember.  His body, so long, lean, and muscular, moves in sync with mine.  Oh God, his arms.  I can see every muscle as he lifts me closer to his chest. As he pounds deep into me, I can’t help but be mesmerized. He continues to thrust with more force that at times it hurts. But I can’t get enough … craving more. My walls possess him, never wanting to let go. Squeezing him with every core of my body, Julian utters, “Fuck! That’s it, baby.”  I run my hands up and down his now sweaty back before forcefully grabbing his ass.  I grind my swollen clit against him as he fucks me so deep and so hard. 

“Lina … you feel … incredible.  So … fucking snug … Christ, You. Have. The. Tightest. Pussy … I … I don’t know how long I can manage,” he says in between pounding me like a madman. His breathing quickens. His eyes close every now and then. And suddenly I feel his heartbeat, or is that mine?

The deeper he drives into me, the sweeter the pain. I’ve never been like this with Andrew. I’ve never surrendered myself to someone before.  I’m not thinking.  I’m simply feeling. Every inch of his length is inside me.  Pounding into me. My sensitive walls cling so tightly to him, begging dear God for him to stay inside me. Please, please, don’t let this ever end. My back slowly arches again, and I’m surprised I haven’t broken it.  Taking my left leg, Julian places it on his right shoulder, leaving my right leg planted on the bed. 

“Let me see your wet cunt.” Surprisingly, I blush when he says the C word. The beginning was rough, but this new position is more violent. More possessive.  His movements begin to accelerate.  With my ass slightly raised, he hits my sweet spot more times than I can count.  

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

Waves of sensations go through my body, and my leg drops off his shoulder without a thought.  Both legs seem to have a mind of their own as they wrap themselves around his waist. Grabbing me closer to him, he pulls me halfway up so that we are now facing each other, our eyes completely locked. Our foreheads touch as his cock drives into me over and over again.  “Yes. Let me fuck that sweet pussy.” He moans, “So fucking tight.”  Seizing my mouth, he possesses it with his own as if our lives depended on it.  When I am about to climax, he slows down, urging me to come again. “I want to feel your sweet pussy squeeze my cock.  I need you, Lina … baby, come … come all over my cock.” 

Julian’s raunchy admission along with his fingers rubbing my sensitive and swollen clit trigger my climax. In a voice so deep, he whispers, “I knew you’d like it dirty and hard.  You filthy girl.” I am a filthy girl.  His generous length quickly slams into me again and again.  I didn’t think it was possible, but his cock manages to enlarge with each thrust. Stretching me, filling me, owning me.  I pull him closer with my legs, managing to get him deeper and deeper in me.  I am greedy with the need to have all of him.  I love it dirty and hard.  Accelerating his pace, his thrusts become more urgent, more essential to both our sexual need. Julian’s body has given me more pleasure than I have ever experienced before. More than I could have ever imagined. His body quivers, and his last thrust pushes me to the edge.  

With one hand, he forcefully cups my chin. “You’re finally mine.” His beautiful eyes stare back at me.  I can see it. I can feel it. He comes in me … with me.

“Lina, oh, fuck, Lina!” he cries out as I feel his warm release inside my body.  My whole body convulses, and when I close my eyes, all I see are big, bright, blinding fireworks. 

Yes, I am finally his.