Bastian

My mind goes blank, seeing Julia splayed before me, a feast for the taking. Her cunt is wet and pink from her orgasm, and my cock twitches looking at her. She’s flushed all over. Pride fills my chest, knowing that I got her off that quickly.

I strip off my boxers and after sheathing myself in one of the condoms I always keep in my wallet, I part Julia’s legs farther and settle between them. We both groan as my cock brushes against her wet center, and I lean down to kiss her.

It’s a wild kiss, all teeth and tongues. My hands grip her knees, and I sit up to give myself leverage. She’s breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling. If I didn’t want to fuck her so badly, I’d play with her breasts all night.

I take my cock in hand and then feed it inside of her, watching as I sheath myself in her warmth. Her hips move up, but I keep her steady. I go as slowly as I can, mostly because I don’t want to hurt her. I watch to make sure she isn’t uncomfortable, as I’m on the larger side, but I see only desire in her eyes as I fill her.

Then I’m completely inside her, balls deep, and I groan. It’s the best feeling I’ve had in a long time.

“Are you okay?” I ask. Please say yes, I think.

She nods, and then when she stretches her arms above her head, putting her magnificent breasts on display?

I lose it.

I take hold of her behind her thighs and begin moving, thrusting in and out of her with long strokes. She arches in response, moaning. Sweat beads on my forehead. The pleasure is so intense I can feel my balls tightening already, but I make myself keep going. I can’t let go yet.

She’s so tight and wet and hot, though. It’s driving me to the brink of insanity. I thrust harder, fucking her to the point that her hands bounce against the headboard. The mattress squeaks and I’m sure everyone in the building can hear us, but I don’t care. I don’t care if they hear us because I’m inside Julia and it’s even better than I imagined.

She moves her arms down and sits up a little, her back propped against the pillows. Her face is flushed and her eyes flash, and I don’t think I’ve seen anything hotter. I make sure to thrust inside of her until I hit that ideal angle…and when I do, she tips her head back and moans into the night.

“God, Bastian, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants. She touches her breasts, and the sight goes straight to my cock. If anything, I get harder, but she doesn’t stop. She plays with her nipples until I’m completely lost: lost watching her, being inside her.

“Come for me.” I brush my thumb against her quivering clit, and I can feel her contracting around me. I rub harder, muttering her name underneath my breath.

She arches and lets out a mix of a scream and a groan, my name on her tongue, and then her entire body trembles. She jerks and quivers, her pussy gushing warmth, and I lean down and kiss her. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth and taste her ecstasy.

Then I’m coming, too, and I swear I black out. The pleasure is dizzying. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever known. My balls contract and I’m filling her, until I’m drained and can barely stay sitting up. I kiss her one last time, still inside of her.

Exhausted, happy, I roll off of her and dispose of the condom before returning to the bed. She’s breathing hard, flushed and languid. I pull her close, spooning behind her.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m confused about two things: one, why my blanket is so scratchy and two, why there’s a cat sitting on my hip. Then I realize I’m not at home, but at Julia’s.

Julia’s still asleep, and I can see her shoulder rising and falling as she breathes. Her hair is a mess, tumbled around her as she sleeps. She has circles under her eyes from her mascara, and her lipstick is smeared.

She’s also the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I kiss her neck, inhaling her scent. Memories flood me of the night before, and I have to restrain myself from waking her and taking her again. God, the sex last night! I’ve had my share of lovers, but nothing could compare to Julia. She was so responsive to my touch that it had been a huge turn-on. Plus, she has a body to die for.

The cat yawns and hops off of me, preferring to curl up next to his mistress. I can’t really blame him; if I were a cat, I’d curl up next to Julia, too.

I watch her sleep for a little while, until I see her lashes flutter. Then she’s awake, and when she sees me, her eyes widen.

“Oh,” she says. Then she blushes. “Ooooooooh.”

I kiss her. “Good morning.”

She snuggles deeper into the blankets, suddenly shy. “Good morning.”

“Are you hungry? Or maybe I can get us some coffee?”

She blinks at me, still sleepy and a little embarrassed. “I have a coffeepot,” she murmurs. “I can make some for us.”

I stroke her face. “I’ll do it,” I say as I get up.

As I’m preparing the coffee, I go over everything that happened last night in my mind: the concert, Ryland Masters, kissing Julia. Making love with Julia. My groin tightens instantly, and I have to restrain myself from leaving the coffee to rot and going right back to her.

Down, boy, I tell myself. Give the girl a little time to recover.

Pouring the coffee into the filter, I’m suddenly hit with feelings of guilt. Guilt, because I told myself I wouldn’t get involved with Julia after learning my lupus had returned. But look what happened. I have about as much self-control as a thirteen-year-old boy finding his first nudie magazine.

I stare at the coffeepot as it hisses and begins brewing the dark liquid. Part of me argues I’d made a mistake but I can still rectify things. I can tell Julia that as much as I enjoyed being with her, this was a one-time thing.

But I already know that I won’t be able to stay away from her.

Taking up two mugs of hot coffee, I hand one to Julia, who’s now dressed and sitting up. Her hair’s somewhat less rumpled, and it looks like she washed her face, as all of her makeup is gone. She looks squeaky clean and radiant, and if I didn’t have a mug of coffee in my hand, I would’ve leaned down to kiss her.

“Did the coffeepot work? Sometimes it just sits there and does nothing and it’s really annoying. I’ve been meaning to replace it, but…” She looks away, embarrassed.

I decide not to point out that me bringing her coffee shows that the coffeepot worked. Instead, I sip the brew and let her calm down.

“I’m not usually like this.”

I look at her. She’s biting her lower lip.

“Not like what?” I ask gently.

“I never sleep with a guy on the first date. Never. I just don’t want you to think I’m that kind of girl.”

I have to stifle a smile. She’s so adorable that I end up kissing her, tasting toothpaste and coffee on her tongue. “Julia,” I murmur against her mouth, “I don’t care if you are—or are not—like some type of girl. I had a great time last night. I hope you did as well.”

Her agitation seems to melt away, and then she’s smiling that smile I missed. Then she laughs a little. “I did. I’m shocked you’d even ask that.”

“Why?”

She motions at me in some vague gesture. “Because you’re you! And I’m…me.” Shrugging, she adds, “Guys like you don’t usually go for girls like me.”

Now I’m really confused. “Guys don’t go for attractive women close to their age?”

“Oh come on, I’m not some drop-dead gorgeous model. I can achieve cute on a good day.” She stares at me, as if daring me to deny it.

I do deny it, though. “You’re extremely attractive, and sexy, and yes, beautiful. But you’re also funny and smart. That’s why I asked you out, Julia. And why I fucked you so hard and came faster than I wanted. You make me lose control in ways I’ve never experienced before.”

I watch in amusement as a blush climbs up her face. It starts from her chest and eventually her whole face is red. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s just one more thing about her that I can’t help but find charming.

I lean forward and kiss her again. She kisses me back, and I’m about to push her down onto the bed when she blurts out, “I need to take a shower.” She pushes at me, and I release her.

Hurrying out of the room, she rushes to the bathroom and shuts the door.