Ashley
I’M GOING TO spontaneously combust. With his directive echoing in the room, my body betrays me, and I go weak-kneed. In this instance, doing what he asks gives me pleasure, so I eagerly reach up and unclasp my bra, massaging my breasts out of their cups to show him how much I enjoy following his commands.
Julian’s dark eyes flash with want, and his lips part. “Arch your back. Present them to me, and don’t be shy.”
I straighten and thrust my chest forward. I want him to devour me, want to be tangled with him in this bed, overwhelmed by his heat and the strength of his touch. Every second before the moment he enters me registers as a form of exquisite torture, and I can’t help rubbing my thighs together to take the edge off.
“Are you wet?” he asks.
His voice is low and sure, a turn-on in and of itself. And he doesn’t wait for me to respond. “Of course you are. I bet if I touched you there you’d soak my fingers.”
His words force a low moan from me.
“Now, remove your panties, baby.”
My hands are at my waist without delay, and I’m sliding the sides of my thong down my hips, but I meet a bit of resistance, and they don’t come off easily.
His eyes narrow, and his gaze centers on the space between my legs. “Fuck. You’re so wet your panties are sticking to your pussy.” His eyes are squeezed shut when he speaks again. “Lord, I’m a lucky, lucky man.”
With my underwear finally pooled at my feet, I step out of them and toe them off the bed.
He walks slowly toward me, and I can no longer stand still. I inch my way to the edge of the mattress, waiting for him to join me. He raises his big hands and palms my breasts, massaging them until my body feels feverish from his ministrations. I fall to my knees, wanting his mouth on me. With a look of reverence on his face, he closes his lips over one breast, his teeth grazing my nipple, and I shudder from the exquisite pleasure.
“Stand up and turn around,” he whispers.
When I do, he gives me further instructions. “Bend over.”
Oh. The thought of bending over for him and exposing myself at his eye level turns me on as much as actually doing it.
“Can I touch you?” he asks, his voice raw and tight.
“Yes,” I moan.
Then he slides a finger along my folds, and I cry out, desperate to have him inside me. “Julian, please. Hurry.”
“Lie down on the bed, Ash.”
I drop to my hands and knees and slowly lower myself on the bed. Behind me, I hear the rustle of his pants. Dispensing with the need for a command, I roll over and sit up on my elbows.
I’m truly unprepared for him. Standing with his feet hip-width apart, he steals my breath away. His chest and shoulders have been on my watch list for years, but Julian’s naked form in its entirety is a sight to behold. Beautiful brown skin and strong thighs. His cock, long and thick, stands at attention as though it’s waiting for orders from its captain. A small tattoo of an anchor covers the area where his left hip and thigh meet.
I spread my legs wide and raise my knees, beckoning him with my body’s position.
He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it, readying himself for me. “Condoms,” he chokes out. “Before we go any further, tell me you have one, because I know I don’t.”
I bite on my bottom lip suggestively before answering. “More than one.”
His gaze is feverish as he surveys the room. “Where?”
“In my clutch.”
He stalks to the dresser, opens my clutch, and pulls out the strip. “Do you want to put it on?”
I scramble to a kneeling position. “Please.”
He inches forward and hands me the condoms. I break off and rip open a packet, pull out the protection, and stroke him before rolling the condom on.
He hisses and grabs at the air for purchase.
I scoot forward and offer him my body for support. “Shhh, I’ve got you.”
His hands curl around my shoulders, and his hips jerk in response to my touch. Then, using both hands, I slide the protection over his cock, inch by delicious inch. Satisfied with my work, I fall back against the mattress, returning to my original position. With one hand on his erection, he climbs onto the bed and fits his body against me.
His weight presses me into the mattress, the heat generated between our joined bodies finally matching the warmth between my legs.
The air is heavy, thick from the humidity outside and the smell of our arousal in here. It surrounds us like a bubble, making me incapable of thinking beyond what’s happening in this room. When he kisses me deeply, it’s both too much and not enough. I want him inside me, and my stomach clenches in anticipation—and frustration.
His soft lips graze my ear. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
“Yes, Julian, yes.”
He slides the tip of his cock against my entrance and waits. “You can’t begin to imagine how much I want this, Ash. I’m burning up at the thought of being inside you. Is this what you want?”
“Please. Give me everything you have. I want it all.”
He groans and nips at my neck. Then he centers himself and presses forward. As he works his way in, I thrust my pelvis up and rock into him. When he’s filled me to the hilt, we both let out a long, ragged fuuuuck.
“Damn,” he says on a long groan. “You’re tight. And wet. And you feel so good I could stay here forever.”
He raises his torso off the bed and rests his forearms on the mattress, never ceasing to grind against me.
I undulate my hips in a circular motion, meeting his thrusts each time. “Julian, yes, that’s . . .” I’m not sure I have enough brain cells to finish my thought. My body is a live wire, an unending circuit of sensations cycling through me.
“Yeah, baby, I feel it, too,” he says, his voice gentle with awe.
I reach around and grab his ass for leverage, pulling him closer each time he plunges inside. His gaze is unfocused, and then he squeezes his eyes shut and increases his rhythm.
He’s controlling his movements, going slow for my benefit, but that’s not what either of us needs. “You want to pound into me, don’t you?”
His pupils flare before he centers his gaze on mine. “I won’t last if I do.”
“We have all night. I’m fully expecting a round two.”
Without a word, he pushes himself up, and I settle my legs over his shoulders. The shift causes him to sink farther into me, and we both moan at the fullness from this new angle.
“Fuck me, Julian. Don’t hold back.”
He moves tentatively, testing his balance, and once he finds the right position, he pulls out and plunges back in.
“Oh God,” I shout. “Again, please. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He sets a torturous rhythm, and I answer it each time, tightening around his cock and spurring him on. Meanwhile, my hands are everywhere, reveling in the smoothness of his skin and the hardness of the muscles underneath. I’m trying to hold onto something real so I don’t float away. Within minutes, my body is flushed and trembling and the tingle between my legs intensifies. “Julian, I’m close. So close.”
“Let go, baby. I’ll be there with you.”
He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, his pace unrelenting. I chase after the orgasm, searching for the explosion of sensation that remains just out of reach. Then he circles his hips, a tiny swivel with a massive impact. With that one move, the tingling in my body gathers in my center and rushes out, a wave of heat washing over me. “Julian, I’m coming.”
He doesn’t stop, and soon he’s shaking, too, roaring as he finds his own release and eventually collapses against me.
I’m spent and breathless, achy and warm. My hands roam over his back and shoulders as he catches his breath. Then he pulls back and peers at me, his eyes still flashing with desire. “Round two might break me, but I’m up for the challenge.”
Round two.
What the. . .?
Now?
Oh God.