He was half-naked before we even got into the house.
Julian – we – lived in a surprisingly modest bungalow in Oyster Bay. I’d expected him to live in a bigger, grander place, considering his net worth. I’d expected that he couldn’t take off his tie and jacket and unbutton his shirt while driving home, but I was wrong about that, too. I’d learned early on that Julian was never what I expected. And it drove me bonkers, in the best way.
As soon as we reached the foyer, he pressed me back against the door, kissing the stuffing out of me. My blood heated up and my head spun and I was just about ready to fuck him right there against the door.
Instead, I pushed him back. “Julian, take me to bed.”
He grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hall to his bedroom in the back. “Gladly.”
“Also, before we get too caught up in the heat of the moment, I want you to know that I’m on the pill. And I’ve been taking it for years, so we don’t have to wait for it to take effect.”
He froze, turning slowly to face me, and to my surprise, he was frowning. “Taylor, you should always insist on a condom for your first time with someone. It’s not just about pregnancy.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m a virgin, not an idiot, Julian. I took sex ed in middle school. And twice in high school. I know about STIs. I also know you don’t have any, since I manage your email. I know you got tested last month.” I smacked him on his shoulder. “And don’t you dare talk about future partners. This is a big deal for me, you know. Once we do this, you’ll be stuck with me.” I bit my lip. “Just so you know. You can back out now, if you want.”
He growled, sweeping me up and kissing me roughly. “No fucking way. You are mine.” He frowned. “But you don’t know that I’m any good. You could want to go off in search of greener pastures.”
I smiled at his choice of words. “Maybe you’ll want to go and find greener pastures.”
“Babe. I can promise, you are the greenest pastures around.”
Time seemed to slow, and a warmth filled my chest, spreading through my limbs and making me feel dizzy. Tears pooled in my eyes as
“I love you, Julian Hillary Morgan.”
He groaned. “I want you to say that all the time,” he rumbled. “But not with my middle name. Just forget you ever knew that.”
I laughed. “Deal. But I’m still calling you by your first name.”
He smiled. “Okay. But can we P in V now?”
I wrinkled my nose. “That did not sound right.”
His hands snaked around my hips, gripping my ass and lifting me. I shrieked in surprise, wrapping my legs around his waist and holding on for dear life as he ran down the hall to his room.
“I am too tall for this.” I cried out again when he dropped me on the king-size bed I’d made for him too many times to count. “Or you’re not tall enough.”
“We’re good,” he assured me. “See?” He pushed me back onto the bed, sliding his body over mine. “We fit just fine.”
My legs parted to make room for him, and he grinned as his erection rubbed against my center. I attempted to reply, but it came out like a grunt, because his hips were slowly undulating, creating a frustrating friction. It just wasn’t enough.
“Ungh. Get naked already.”
He chuckled as he raised himself onto his knees, shucking his unbuttoned shirt.
My eyebrows flew up. “Are you hairy everywhere?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you complaining?”
I grinned. “No.” No, I was certainly not. He was covered in hair, yes, but it wasn’t off-putting. It was weirdly appealing, like a manly buffet of flesh. He was beefy, but not fat. Toned, but not gym-toned. Hairy, but not too furry. And he was all mine.
I watched as he unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling them down to carefully free his erection. I’d seen this part of him once, but I hadn’t really gotten a good look. His penis was kind of like the rest of him – thick, with a vein running up the underside and pink, freckled skin. My panties flooded in anticipation of having all of that inside me.
And though I was in fact a virgin, honestly, I wasn’t too scared. Despite Sister Mary Agnes’s admonitions on the evils of masturbation, I owned a dildo, and I had made good use of practicing with it over the years. So I was as ready for him as I’d ever be.
And eager, too. I wanted to touch him, to feel him in my hand. I reached for him, running the tip of my nail all around the head, where I knew he’d be the most sensitive. And it must have worked, because his head tipped back, and he let out a groan that went straight to my core.
“Okay,” he grumbled, pushing my hand away. “That’s enough of that.”
He stood, kicking his pants off and bending to shed his socks. But he didn’t waste any time letting me ogle him, since he was back on the bed a moment later, his hands skating up my thighs and pushing my dress up. I was ready to be naked, too, so I reached behind my back, unzipping my dress so he could pull it up and over my head. That left me in nothing but my panties.
He groaned at the sight. “You weren’t wearing a bra all night?”
I shook my head, grinning at him. “It was built into the dress.”
He dived forward, his mouth landing on mine in a hungry kiss. Then his hands were everywhere, touching and teasing and squeezing and oh my God I was going to die. Was it actually possible to die of ecstasy? Because I was going to, any second now.
“Need you so bad, babe,” he murmured, his lips moving, searching, like the secrets of the universe were written in my skin.
I plunged my fingers into his hair. I loved his hair. It was messy and badly needed a cut, but it was also soft and smelled like peppermint and felt amazing under my hands.
“Need you, too,” I whispered.
“You are so beautiful.”
I sighed contentedly, because though I’d heard that many times before, it hadn’t ever meant as much as it did right now, coming from his lips. He was the first man to see all of me – not just my body, but my heart. And he thought I was beautiful, just as I was.
“Gonna make this so good for you,” he said, his lips trailing down my stomach.
“Yes,” I breathed, my hips shifting as though seeking him. He’d done this a few times before, and I loved it every time. It made me feel like a goddess, like he was worshipping at my temple.
“Love this pussy.”
I huffed out a laugh. Somehow, that word sounded… well, not so bad when he said it like that, with so much reverence, like it was some sacred place. But I couldn’t think about it for too long because oh, his tongue was right there. He buttered me up with a few licks, then went right to my clit, nibbling gently, just how I liked it.
“Yes,” I chanted, my fingers tangling in his hair again. His tongue was working its magic, his hands were massaging my breasts, and that damn beard was tickling my thighs. And already, I was close.
He hummed, his fingers trailing down my tummy to where his face was, slicking through my folds until they were coated with me. Then he pushed two of them into me. In, out, back in, stretching and scissoring until I felt so full I could burst. The pressure on my clit was relentless, and his other hand rolled and pinched my nipples like it was his job. This man knew every inch of me, what I liked and didn’t. He’d taken the time to learn what felt good for me, because he loved me.
And that was enough to push me over the edge. My thighs clenched around his head, my hips bucking wildly as I came all over that stupid hobo beard.
Before the tremors even stopped, he was crawling up my body, pressing his lips to my fevered skin as he went. “Love it when you lose control for me.”
I smiled. “You make me crazy,” I said, running my fingertips across his cheek. I loved his face. I loved it when he was scowling at me, I loved it when he was grinning at me, and I loved it when he was looking at me the way he was now, like I hung the moon.
“We can be crazy together,” he murmured, pressing me down into the mattress as he kissed me with his tongue that was coated with me.
“Julian,” I whispered when his lips moved down to my jaw.
“Yes, Taylor?”
“I need you,” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him.
He moaned, and I had never in my life heard anything so sexy. “Need you, too.” He propped himself up on an elbow, looking down at me as his other hand snaked between us, gripping his erection. Then he lined himself up with my opening. “Ready?”
I nodded, and his lips met mine once more as he pushed himself inside me, going slowly to let me adjust to him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Feels so good.”
I made an unladylike noise in the back of my throat, unable to speak. It was just as well. “Good” was too inadequate a word for how this felt right now. It burned a little, but in the best way, a way that said I was stretched out, deliciously, achingly full. Of Julian. The man I loved was inside me.
Slowly, he began to move, shallow little strokes that felt like he was just testing the waters. But I was ready to drown with him.
“More,” I breathed, gripping his shoulders and pulling him closer. “Need more. Need you.”
“Yes,” he growled, his hips rolling faster and faster, hurtling me toward another orgasm so fast my eyes rolled back into my head. “Come on babe. Can’t hold out any more. Come with me.”
I moaned. “God, yes.” His hips pumped erratically, breathing raggedly, and I clenched around him, knowing I’d done that. He was coming because of me. And I followed right after him.
When we’d both stopped trembling, he collapsed next to me, breathing hard. “Jesus.”
I nodded, wondering what happened now. This was my first post-coital experience, and I wasn’t sure what the protocol was. I wanted to cuddle, but maybe he was more the fall asleep type.
I needn’t have worried, though. He popped one eye open, reaching out for me. “Come here.”
I moved lightning fast, snuggling into his arms and letting his strong body cocoon me. “That was pretty great,” I ventured.
“The best.”
He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder, and I sighed, feeling totally relaxed. I was just blissed out, laying here with him in his bed – our bed. No more guest room for me.
But apparently he wasn’t totally relaxed. Sooner than I thought possible, his erection pressed against my hips, and I turned my head, staring at him in shock.
“Already?” I asked.
He grinned. “Crazy, huh?”
I laughed. Yes, it was completely crazy. But as I climbed on top of him, I knew I wouldn’t have it any other way.