Julian’s whole body collapses.  His forehead is wet, his hair damp with sweat, his skin is smooth, and I am surrounded by his delicious scent.  I run my fingers along his dark locks, and my lips move to taste the saltiness of his face and neck.  My legs remain wrapped around his waist.  He is absolutely right.  I do love it hard, and I love it dirty.  A few minutes ago, I was Jell-O.  Now, I feel like I am floating on air.   With his body on top of mine, and his length still inside me, I break the moment of silence. “Umm … that … that was more than amazing.”

“Lina, you’re amazing. This surpassed every fucking fantasy I’ve had of you.” 

I silently scream, “Thank you, God.”  I’ve known Julian for most of my life, and although we just reconnected a few weeks ago, I am hit with a sudden realization. Andrew and I were together for almost sixteen years, and although I still love him, I feel something more with Julian.  I have never felt so connected to anyone before.  It’s not just lust anymore. 

“I don’t want to get up.  I don’t want to do anything but lie here with you.”  He grins as his thick length remains inside me. 

“You’re not going to shower right now?” I ask, running my fingers up and down his sweaty back.

“I want to stay inside you all night.  I want to keep your scent on me for as long as I can.” Slowly lifting me up with his cock inside me, he situates our bodies in the middle of the bed. We’re both seated with me straddling him as we face each other.  

“Hi,” he says with a light tone.

“Hi,” I repeat with a shy smile.

Marvin Gaye is no longer in the background but the sound of Maxwell’s “Whenever Wherever Whatever.”  I place my head on his shoulder.  This is what it feels like to be in heaven.

“Lina,” he utters as he gently strokes my hair.

“Yes.”

“Darling, we didn’t use a condom.   I’m clean.  I’ve always used a condom.  And−”

With my head still on his shoulder, I say, “Don’t worry, Julian.  You’re not going to be a baby daddy anytime soon.  I’m on the pill.”

Julian chuckles, and to my surprise, he blurts out, “We would have the cutest baby ever.”   And although his sentiment is sweet, a pang hits my heart.  If only he knew how desperate I am for a child of my own.  Instead, I continue to run my fingers up and down his back, just reveling in his company.

At this moment, everything before him does not matter.  I am his.  Only his.  

Even if this is only a one-night stand.

We remain in this position for what seems like hours.  With my head on his shoulder, he begins to follow my lead, his hand stroking my damp hair, making its way to my back.  He traces my collarbone with his lips before meeting my own.  I have never felt so treasured.  A tear falls from my eye and lands on his shoulder.

“Darling, are you all right?”

“Yes, I’ve just never felt like this before.  I’ve never felt safe and …”

The vibrating sound of his phone interrupts me.

Without moving our bodies, he glances at the phone on his nightstand. “I’m sorry about that.  It can go to voicemail.” 

“No … no, please answer it. I have to clean up.”

“Clean up? Why? We’re going to fuck again, and I seriously don’t want to leave your pussy.”  I feel him smile on my shoulder.

“Julian, she needs a few minutes of rest.  She’s not used to … an enormous cock.”  I slowly push away as his length slides out.  It’s a different sensation to have him leave me.  

He glances at his still hard erection before grabbing my wrist. “I think he’s ready for another round.  But I’ll let your sweet pussy rest … for now.”

I roll my eyes and can’t believe that he’s ready for round two.  Rather than respond, I kiss him sweetly on the lips, wriggling out of his hold, and head for the master bathroom. His eyes remain on me. As I move farther away, it’s evident that he’s accepted the call.  His voice is now annoyed and demanding.  It’s good I decided to clean up.

Julian’s master bathroom is at least the size of a studio apartment. In the center of the bathroom is a Japanese tub that could easily fit a party of five. The shower is at the other end of the bathroom and has three showerheads.   Although the tub is inviting, I decided to take a quick shower while Julian finishes his conversation.

Warm water hits my very satisfied body. Closing my eyes, I hear a quick drum intro followed by an electric organ.  Recognition is quick, and I can’t stop myself from singing along to Lenny Kravitz’s “It Ain’t Over Til It’s Over.” I can’t believe how much Julian’s taste in music has evolved.

I’m singing along to the song when Julian surprises me by joining me in the shower. “How did you know?”

“What do you mean?” He smiles and hums along to the song.

“You never cease to amaze me.”

“Lina, I remember everything about you. Everything.” He gently kisses my forehead, and that simple gesture sets me on fire … again.

With the pad of his thumb, he caresses my cheek.  “Lina, I want all of you.”

Reaching for my lips, he traces the bottom lip with his tongue.  He utters, “You.” Places a kiss.  “Are.” Another kiss.  “Mine.” One more kiss and his strong hands now cup my pussy, and I am unable to say a word. 

Repeating the mantra, “You. Are. Mine. Lina.  You. Are. Mine.”

I am yours, Julian.

Sliding his body down, he is now on his knees. My back remains against the cool marble wall as water continues to fall on us. Gazing up at me with a mischievous grin, he asks, “Are you sore?”

Sore is an understatement, but I want more of him. A little white lie escapes my lips. “No.”

Slowly taking my right leg, he places it on his left shoulder.  Didn’t we just have mind-blowing sex a few minutes ago?  I balance my body by holding on to him. Without hesitation, he puts one of his fingers between my slick folds and slowly caresses it before entering my aching sex.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.  I’m craving the taste of your insatiable pussy again.”

Andrew and I were together for years, and he had never placed his mouth on my core.  How is it possible that in a period of fewer than two hours, Julian is getting ready to go down on me for the third time? 

God, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Pulling my slickened folds apart, he gently enters me with his masterful tongue.  That tongue of his is wicked.  Slowly, he begins to stroke my clit with the palm of his hand.  As I begin to pant, he stops.  What? I look down, my eyes pleading for him to continue.  With a smirk on his face, he places two thick fingers in me and skillfully thrusts in and out, in and out.  I gasp for air.  My breathing is heavier.  My chest rises and falls as he finger fucks me.  My swollen clit, so needy as it is, begs for attention and is suddenly met with his lips. Sucking it gently as his fingers work their magic. God, yes, hit that spot.  In a matter of seconds, I am about to come… again.

“Let go,” he commands.

His fingers are so deep in me I am unable to move. With a more demanding tone, he instructs, “Come.”

As his lips continue to suck my throbbing nub, my body convulses.

My nails dig deep into his shoulder; I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s bleeding.   

“Ahhhhhhh,” I cry out as my eyes roll back.

My heart beats quickly as warm water continues to pour down on us. Still reeling from my orgasm, Julian starts to lick my sensitive sex ferociously, drinking in every ounce of my orgasm. I can’t take it anymore, trying to push his mouth away. “Julian … I … please stop … No more … please.” Adhering to my demand, he moves a few inches away from my exhausted core while licking his beautiful lips. He slowly places my right leg back down, and I feel like Jell-O all over again.

I’m about to lean my head back against the wall when Julian instructs me to turn around. “I’m going to fuck you from behind. Hold on.”

Although I can barely stand and my body is spent, I immediately do as I am told. I’ve never had sex standing up, and I’ve never had sex from behind. Words can’t describe how excited I am. Julian places both of my hands on the cool wall.  Tracing my back with his fingers, I am so aroused and don’t pretend.  “Take me, Julian.”  I am shameless, practically begging, “Take me anyway you want.”

He doesn’t respond, and because we are surrounded by water on three sides, all I can feel is the warmth of the water along with his fingers. He maneuvers my body so that I can get on my tiptoes and slightly bend my legs.  Placing his right hand on my right hip allows me to steady myself.  His left hand is on my left breast, tugging at my tender nipples.  Caressing my left ear with his tongue, his deep, low voice murmurs, “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”  The thick erection behind me urges me as well.

“I want you, Julian.  I need you.”

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

I turn my head slightly. “Fuck me, Julian.  Dammit, fuck me now.”

He grits against my ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.  You won’t be able to sit.  I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.”

His words. The anticipation. The promise.

“Do you know why?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Because you belong with me.”   

Dear God, help me.

The tip of his cock caresses my wet lips, and although I am really sore, actually painfully sore, his impressive cock is all that I want. I gasp as he finally enters.  “Ahhhh” is all that escapes my mouth, and my forehead gently hits the marble wall.

“Baby, you’re sore.  Do you want me to stop?” he asks as he slowly pulls out. 

Closing my eyes, “No! God, no. Please … please don’t stop,” I plead while holding myself steady on the wall.

I exhale, waiting for him to enter me again. 

Gradually moving inside me again, he kisses my shoulder.  “Oh, you … feel … so … so good.”  He fucks me gently, his length stroking my walls. Rocking my body with his, Julian continues to hit the spot that no one else has ever touched before.

“Lina.” His voice is strained, “Baby …” he says before picking up his speed. His grip on my hips is possessive.

His enormous cock is relentless, pushing my body slightly forward. If I’m not careful, I’ll bang my head. But that’s fucking okay because …

It’s my birthday.

And I’m having sex.

Amazing, orgasmic, out of the world I’ll never forget kind of sex with Julian Caine.

My body begs for more, squeezing him. “Julian, please fuck me harder.  I need it,” I urge.

Bryan Ferry is in the background with “Slave to Love.”  Although the music is soft, Julian complies, and the sex between us is anything but soft.  It is hard.  It is consuming.  It is raw.  Pushing deeper, pounding faster as he bites my shoulder.  I meet him thrust for thrust and come all over him again.  Exhaustion takes over my body, yet I would do anything to stay like this forever.

He groans loudly. “Fuck. Fuck yeah,” he says as he explodes inside me. We stand in the same position for a few minutes, our breathing still heavy, our bodies completely sated.

Taking his sweet time to pull out, he spins me around. When I lay my eyes on Julian Caine, I ache. My heart hurts because I’ve lied to myself.

I belong with you, Julian.

I want more than a one-night stand.