As she'd hoped, everything had changed for Desiree once Julian was back in the picture.

She hadn't even been totally certain he would be up for taking on the task- she hoped he would of course, given the connection they'd shared, but she thought maybe he'd moved on to another job and wouldn't want to leave it. Plus there was the experience of discovering Shade's dead body which, if she'd been in that position, she couldn't say she would be too eager to be reminded of.

But as soon as she'd put in the request for his assistance, he'd turned up the following day with a smile on his face, and one eyebrow cocked confidently at her.

“Did you miss me?” he'd asked, playfully, though there was still some heaviness lingering in the air regarding the event that had separated them.

“Not for a second,” she'd said, beaming at him, and let him inside. “I hope I'm not pulling you away from anything...”

“Nah,” he said dismissively as he stepped into the house, “Well, I mean I was working security for Justin Bieber when your call came through, and I guess it depends on how you feel about him whether that's something you want to be pulled away from or not.”

“God, really?” she asked, laughing.

He smiled. “It's safe to say it didn't take me long to decide which job I would rather be assigned to...”

She blushed a little bit at this, but said teasingly, “I don't have to worry about catching a case of Bieber Fever from you then?”

He rolled his eyes.

“No, I was more worried about coming down with a case of Wanting-to-Slap-Bieber-Upside-the-Head Fever, if you want the truth about it. I shouldn't say this, but after a week working for him the idea of letting a few crazed fans have at him really didn't sound half bad to me. It's probably best that I got out of there when I could...”

Desiree couldn't believe it- five minutes together with Julian again, and she was already, almost starting to feel like her old self. Laughing. Joking. Flirting.

God, that man was amazing... It was unbelievable, the power that some people could hold over you, and how powerless you were to resist it, even if you wanted to.

She was beyond grateful to be able to surrender to his charms, and to have at least some small but significant part of her restored to its former self.

Time went by a lot more smoothly once Julian was back in her life. He only came at night, when she felt the most alone and vulnerable, but his presence, and the effects he had upon her could be felt at all hours of the day. She began writing music again- not songs about Shade and his loss, but songs about the sorts of things she'd always written about, which didn't seem quite so meaningless as they had for a while there. Songs about love, relationships, and being true to yourself.

Aside from that, she'd even begun leaving the house again, beginning three days after his return. Even when he wasn't with her, she felt protected by him, as though nothing bad could happen to her, knowing he was relatively close by.

Evenings became her favorite parts of the day, however. Much as it had been when he was working security on her world tour, the dynamic between the two of them wasn't exclusively that of a pop star and her body guard. Again they found themselves chatting, laughing their heads off in one another's presence, exchanging quiet looks, awkward pauses, and any number of moments that seemed as though they might almost have led to something, but never quite did.

Plus, on top of all that, now Desiree invited Julian to have dinner with her from time to time, which added a further level of intimacy between the two of them than they'd already shared. If the dynamic between the two of them had been merely cordial before, it advanced to the point of being downright jovial whenever the two of them had wine in their systems, and teetered dangerously on the brink of spiraling into-

Well... She still didn't quite allow herself to fully entertain the fantasy of what might transpire between the two of them, and what she hoped so dearly would eventually transpire between the two of them.

She still didn't feel quite so bold, or presumptuous, as to even suggest it. She kind of, almost hoped that Julian would take the initiative of making the first move himself. Yet she feared, secretly that whatever it was the two of them shared might end up being too fragile, to fleeting, and that if they tried to turn it into more than it already was, it might pop like a bubble before their eyes, leaving them both with nothing.

She was likely overthinking things in this regard, she knew, but it was a risk she was unwilling to take, given how much she had already lost, and would never be able to get back again.

She didn't think she could possibly survive if she lost this, too...

But then one night, the stars seemed to align, and the window of opportunity they'd both been longing for since the moment they'd first met seemed to present itself, as organically as either of them might have hoped.

They'd shared another lovely meal together, and both had just the right amount of wine in their systems as they sat at the table together, talking and laughing, both feeling bubbly to the brink of carbonation in one another's presence.

Desiree had just finished laughing at something Julian had said, which she couldn't even remember by the time she'd finished, nervous and thrilled as she was, thinking for the hundredth time that tonight would be the night. This would be the moment that their professional relationship turned into what they both knew it truly was, and they could finally make their true and desperate feelings known to one another.

But then, instead of a profession of love, a long silence ensued.

They looked at one another, then looked away, not knowing what to do with the oppressive silence that now enveloped them.

Damn it, she thought. This wasn't right. This wasn't the moment, as much as she'd wanted to believe it was.

Whatever she'd been thinking this would turn into, it was time to abort the plan, and come back to it later with a clearer head.

She cleared her throat, and rose from her seat.

“Well... I think I should head to bed,” she said, hating herself for it as the words passed from her lips. “I'm meeting with my manager tomorrow. We plan to discuss picking the world tour back up, and seeing where things go.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked. “Are you feeling like you're ready for it?”

She shrugged. “I don't know. I don't think it would be right away. In a few weeks, maybe. The concert people have been pretty understanding about the whole situation, but I think they're understandably a bit miffed about having to refund all the overseas dates we had planned. It's costing them a pretty penny.”

“There are more important things than money,” he said, and she smiled at him.

“No, to be honest I think it might be good for me to get back on the road. The sooner I'm able to start moving on the better, as impossible as it seems sometimes. But anyway...”

He smiled sympathetically. “You'll get there,” he said.

She just nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't say anything.

“Go ahead and rest up then, and I'll hold down the fort out here.”

“Alright,” she said, and turned to go. “Goodnight,” she added feebly.

“Goodnight,” he said, and she could feel his eyes following her as she made her way from the room.

About an hour later, Desiree found herself lying awake in bed, hating herself for not leaping at the opportunity she'd been given to make her true feelings known.

She imagined what it would have been like if she'd had the courage to ask him to come to bed with her. To feel his warm, muscular body pressed up against her, his arms wrapped around her, his whole being, inside her, filling her to capacity, driving her to the brink of her own glorious destruction.

It made her shiver to think about, and she closed her eyes, pressing her hand down between her legs, up her silk nighty, rubbing slowly against the lightly damp lace of her panties.

She breathed in deep and slow, her nostrils flaring, and gently opened her mouth. She pulled in air, imagining herself sucking on- well, any part of him really, and this sent an almost violent shock of sensation coursing up from the space between her legs, buzzing through her entire system.

She let out a little squeak, a gasp-

And then she stopped.

She let out a frustrated groan, and pulled her head back out.

It was a pale and meager substitution for the real thing, sitting right outside her door and hers for the taking, and she knew that if she went any further it would only leave her wanting more- so much more than she had the courage to attain.

She buried her head in her pillow, squeezing it tight around the sides of her head. She was painfully aware of the gaping void that now existed between her humming thighs, begging to be filled, and wished that she could somehow will herself unconscious that very moment, so that she wouldn't have to keep thinking about this nonsense for however many more hours it took her to fall asleep.

She waited, and waited, but no darkness overtook her.

She thought, for a moment, that she was almost there, but then she realized something odd.

She was hearing music...

She furrowed her brow, and sat up slowly, thinking that if she moved too quickly it might somehow dissipate into thin air.

But no...

It was still there. Still strumming along.

A gentle guitar melody, simple but beautiful, making its way to her distantly but clearly from the living room.

She brought her legs over the side of her bed, still listening, and now quite curious.

“Huh...”

She got up, and crept to her door, getting a closer listen. She could hear, now, that the guitar playing was accompanied by male vocals as well- no words, but a slight humming, in a voice that she wouldn't have imagined coming from the man she was certain must have been producing the instrumentation.

She placed a hand on the doorknob, and was just about to step out into the hall, when suddenly she stopped herself. She recalled that she'd gone to bed in a red silk nightie, which revealed an abundance of cleavage and left very little to the imagination.

Not that this was necessarily a bad thing, but she decided it might be best to cover up a bit more.

She slipped into a matching silk robe, then stepped out into the hallway, making her way slowly toward the source of such beauty, walking as though on eggshells, not wanting to interrupt the performance.

Sure enough, she made her way into the living room, and there was Julian, sitting on the sofa, strumming his guitar, humming along to the melody with his eyes closed. He looked enraptured, lost in the music, oblivious to anything and everything around him.

Desiree watched for a long while- what felt like minutes- gazing reverently at him, standing in plain view. Julian remained swept up by his performance, however, and only took note of her upon screwing up a note, and looking down at his guitar to try and readjust his fingering.

He started upon the realization that she'd been standing there, and looked a little bit alarmed.

“Oh, my God, Desiree, I'm so sorry... I didn't think I was playing that loud. I hope I didn't wake you...”

She shook her head.

“No, you didn't. I couldn't sleep, and then I heard you playing. It's beautiful. Keep playing- I mean, if you don't mind me listening.”

He gave her a gentle smile that seemed to say “not at all,” then looked back down at his guitar, repositioning his fingers. Then he closed his eyes, strummed, and picked up right back where he left off.

Desiree sat down beside him on the sofa, listening as the beautiful melody of the guitar mixed with that of his voice. She closed her eyes as Julian did, and listened along, willing herself to be similarly swept up in it. The way he performed made her feel the way she had when she'd first been learning to play herself, and the way she felt playing the stripped down acoustic version of “Now That You're Gone” in front of thousands of fans, and the way she always felt any time she happened to be falling in love.

The song ended after another minute or so, and when Desiree opened her eyes again, she saw that Julian was already looking at her, expectantly, waiting for her reaction.

“That was lovely,” she said, the understatement of the century. “I didn't know you played...”

He smiled, and shrugged. “I'm just an amateur. But I've always had a passion for music. It takes me to another place, like nothing else can.”

“I know,” she said, nodding. “I was there...”

He smiled, and set down his guitar.

“Lately... I don't know... I guess I've been feeling a bit more inspired than usual, for some reason.”

She grinned shyly, her cheeks reddening, her heart pounding. Excitement and anxiety battled it out inside her, and she allowed the former to take over.

“Hmm... I wonder why that might be?” she teased, savoring his answer.

“I don't know...” he whispered, extending an arm to her, placing his hand gently against the side of her face, and causing ripples of warmth to tingle and emanate through her entire body. “But I like it...”

He leaned in, and Desiree closed her eyes.

Their mouths met.

She felt as though she could collapse, dissolve into him, surrender herself totally to him as their lips slid across one another. He tasted incredible, warm and sweet, his fingers dancing along her cheek as they kissed, his warm breath blowing up against her, giving her goosebumps.

At last, when it was mutually acknowledged that they could no longer breathe, the two of them forced themselves apart again, gasping. Desiree's wide eyes burned like emerald fire at him, and Julian's blue irises seemed to crackle with light at her in return.

“Wow,” she said, still trying to catch her breath, and unable to think of anything more appropriate to describe how she felt in that moment.

“I've wanted to do that ever since the moment I first laid eyes on you,” he said, his chest heaving, his face seeming even more beautiful to her than it ever had before up to now.

“Me too,” she said desperately.

And so they did it again.

He wrapped his arms around her, his fingers curling into her body through the silk of her nightie and gown, and she twisted her arms around his neck, sliding her digits through his hair, unable to satisfy the infinite craving she felt for him as their tongues twisted around like serpents in one another's mouths.

Before either of them knew it they were stumbling back through the house, tripping over their own two feet as they made their way down the hallway, laughing giddily with each near collapse, and catching one another any time they came too dangerously close to falling on their asses. Separation from one another, even for a moment, seemed like the worst thing in the world to either of them, and as such they held together every step of the way as though attached at the lips, unable to put a stopper on what had taken so very long to be unleashed.

At last they slid into Desiree's bedroom, and Julian slammed her up roughly against the door, making the full depths of his longing for her known. He opened up her robe and put his hands on the sides of her body, rubbing her stomach as he tilted her head back, and endeavored to suck out her very soul in the intensity of their shared kiss. Desiree burned for him, loving the intensity of his muscles wrapping around her, pinning her in place, the taste of his tongue, and the scalding hardness of him pressed up against her, rubbing against her thighs between the prison of their clothes.

He grabbed her right leg at the knee, and hoisted her leg up around his waist, bringing the force of erection even closer and harder up against the center of her body. Then he pulled his lips away from her mouth, pulled the top of her robe down off of her arms, and leaned in to kiss her neck. The suction of her flesh being pulled in between his teeth felt as amazing to him as it did to her, as did the sliding of his hands over her smooth, bare shoulders, sending goosebumps up along the course of her spine.

She let out a feminine cry, surrendering to his pleasure, unsure whether she could survive the total sweetness of what he had in store for her.

As he continued to kiss her in this way, she proceeded to pull her arms the remainder of the way out of the silk robe. She realized, now, that it had been redundant all along, but decided that it was entirely worth it to feel the article being shed from her like a snake losing its skin, as she writhed and shook in his arms.

Once it was gone, he promptly brought his face down to her shoulder, and began to kiss the bony knobs of her shoulders, unable to get enough of every perfect inch of her. She placed a hand against the side of his face, loving the bristle of his stubble against her palm, then reached down for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up from where it was tucked into his pants. She got it out, and began to peel it up along him. She loved the slow revelation of his toned, glistening musculature- his Adonis muscles, his deeply cut abdominals, his broad pecs all coming into view, making her mouth water as her eyes fell over their mighty planes.

She'd gotten the shirt up just below his nipples when he suddenly took over for her, pulling it the rest of the way off of himself, and revealing the perfect torso that she'd always known deep down was being concealed underneath.

She reached for him with reverence, placing her open palms against the heaving planes, and rubbing them slowly up and down along him. In that moment, she thought she might just have been about the luckiest woman on the face of the entire goddamn earth...

She looked up at him after a moment, and saw that he had a cocky expression on his face that seemed to say confidently, “You like?”

She smiled at him, and said teasingly, “I think I can work with this...”

He swept her up in his embrace and brought her to her bed, lying her down onto its surface and climbing up onto her, enveloping her like a living, human blanket. He pulled her in close, wrapping his legs around her, and the two of them continued to make out with one another, getting higher and higher with every kiss that passed between their lips. She slid her fingers up and down along the muscles of his back, loving how firm and solid he was, and the way the planes seemed to shift and reset with every sweet, glorious movement he made atop her.

She pulled her lips away from him and gasped as she felt his hands suddenly being cupped against her breasts, squeezing them enthusiastically through her nightie.

It felt absolutely incredible...

She tilted her head back and whimpered, her jaw quivering, and Julian kneaded them between his fingers like dough, turning her into something very akin to putty in his grip. He buried his head in her chest and kissed the exposed upper halves of her tits, nestling in her cleavage, and making her ache for so much more that she almost wanted to cry.

Then, thankfully, she felt his hands sweep down along her body, and slide up beneath her nightie. His warm palms buzzed along her soft belly as he dredged the silk up off of her, and slowly he proceeded to pull the article completely up over her head casting it to the floor, and giving him total access to the perfection of her bare chest.

He cupped her breasts once more in his hands, the direct skin to skin contact feeling even more incredible to both of them. She took in a quick, shallow breath, then gasped outright as his fingers closed in around her nipples, pinching on the flesh, and pulling back with just the right amount of sweet, decadent pain.

He massaged and kneaded, getting her wetter and hotter with every application of his touch, then he took things one step further by leaning forward, opening his mouth, and wrapping his lips around her right nipple. Her knees pushed inward around him, and he sucked back slowly on her, rolling his tongue around her areola, letting his teeth sink lightly into her, and making her feel as though she might burst at any moment from the sheer, unmatched pleasure of it.

“Oh yes... Yes... Yes...” she began to chant, running her fingers through his hair once again, for lack of any better way to express her appreciation to him.

But then she thought of something that would do so quite well...

She slid her hand between his legs and held onto his cock for dear life, stroking him slowly through his pants. He had to pull away from her, groaning with pleasure at this, and she couldn't help but smirk, loving the impact she was having. She pressed up and down a few more times, imagining that the constraint of his pants as she groped him must be torture for him- which, of course, was exactly why she was doing it. Then, deciding to put him out of his misery, she moved up to unbutton his pants, unzipped him, and slid her fingers down into his underwear. His pubic hair rubbed beautifully against the palm of her hand as she reached between his legs, a fact which she loved having mostly slept with clean shaven or neatly trimmed men. She spread her fingers out and then tightened them like a noose around the hot, pulsing serpent of his erect cock, the burning against her flesh driving her wild, as was the gentle emission of clear fluid against her palm as she began to pump the shaft vigorously in her grip.

Julian sighed with pleasure, and after a few moments bowed appreciatively back down into Desiree's chest, suckling on her more fiercely than ever. Every time an especially potent surge of feeling ached through her chest, she found herself tightening her grip on his masculinity, and she loved the way he tensed up on her.

She couldn't help but smile, thinking that this one singular feature of the male anatomy was responsible for evoking so much pleasure and pain in equal measure.

But then he proceeded to remind her that, when you got right down to it, women really weren't all that different in that regard, as he hooked his fingers up between her legs, against the fabric of her panties, and began to masturbate her in return.

She'd been right before, she thought as the surge of pleasure shook her to her very core- touching herself to thoughts of him was a totally ineffective substitute to the real thing. Even before he'd breached the layer of her panties and started fingering her directly, his touch through her panties set off feelings inside her that she might never have suspected of even existing- and she knew that it was only going to get a whole lot worse (better) from there.

Soon she'd pulled her hand back up from out of his underwear, needing as she did to hold onto something more substantive in order to ride out these sensations (not that the heat Julian was packing down there wasn't already quite substantive on its own.)

She held onto the trunk of his body for dear life as his strokes grew more and more vigorous, and as the moisture he evoked from her grew to almost embarrassing levels. Then, at last, when she didn't think she could take it anymore, he finally reached up and slid down the lace of her panties, pulling them down off her ankles, and casting them over the side of the bed.

It took a moment for it to sink in with Desiree that she was now completely naked, completely exposed to him. She suppressed the instinct to cover herself up in his presence, but felt her cheeks growing positively crimson, and her skin heating up to a degree that was almost feverish.

He smiled up at her, and pushed her legs slowly open, revealing the glistening pink treasure that was there waiting for him between her trembling white thighs.

He reached forward slowly and touched her directly for the first time, pressing his fingers softly into her absence, and stroking the lips from one end to another, pressing them apart as he did so. She tried to moan, but felt as though the air had suddenly become trapped inside her lungs, with no real recourse for escape.

Every pass he made along her from one end to the other felt as though it would certainly be the last she could survive, but instead she just felt herself rising higher and higher, getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter with each gentle stroke.

Julian felt it too, of course.

He loved the way her body responded to him, readying her for him, and he waited until he'd gotten her to the point of optimum lust, when it became almost, but not quite too much for her, before he went any further.

Then, at last, he dove forward.

He buried his head between her thighs, his hands upon her knees, keeping them pressed apart.

He kissed her.

He pulled the delicacy of her labia into his lips, savoring the taste of her, and she let out a shrill cry of delight, loud enough that it might reasonably have awoken the dead.

He slid his tongue up inside her, twisting and rolling through the aching wet folds of her pussy, stirring untold and unspeakable feeling from somewhere deep within, bringing them to the surface and causing them to expand with such an unstoppable force that she thought she might pass out.

“Oh God... God... God that feels amazing!” she yelped, arching her spine back, and leaning her head against the pillow.

He breathed her in, nostrils flaring, tongue waggling through her, his perfect stubble scratching against her inner thighs as he consumed her like the morsel she was. Her legs closed in around him so tightly that she might nearly have cut off his airways, and she laced her hands lovingly through his hair, holding him in place, hoping that she might hold onto him forever, and never let him go.

Her spirit felt like it was soaring, detached from her body and spiraling through the heavens of pleasure, showing no sign whatsoever of ever slowing down. She alternated between periods of uncontrollable screams and breathless silence, during which she became incapable of making even a single sound, depending on the specific feat being accomplished by Julian's perfect mouth at the given moment. He seemed in bizarrely specific control of her reactions, knowing exactly what she wanted when she wanted it. Pushing her right up to the edge and then relenting, then climbing all the way back up and repeating the cycle. Torturing her, making her so desperate for release that she felt like swearing at him, while at the same time never wanting this sublime, otherworldly pleasure to arrive at its inevitable conclusion.

But then, finally, Julian came to the accurate conclusion that she could handle no more, and that it was time to bring this sweet, seemingly endless torment to its head. He pressed his face forward, trapping himself between her legs, and pinned himself in place, lashing his tongue up and down, while stimulating her clitoris vigorously with his right middle finger.

This unleashed something within her, something she didn't have a hope in hell of controlling- or even the remotest desire to control.

Her body jolted up from the surface of the bed as though possessed, her breasts pointed toward the ceiling, her mouth agape in a perfectly round O. She folded her knees up around the back of his head, pinning him in place, then gripped his skull and yanked up on his head for good measure.

She held and held, trying to discern exactly when the moment would arrive-

And then, at last, something exploded violently inside her.

She screamed, and shook, and was swept beneath the waves of a violent, full body orgasm, the sheer, consuming energy of which she thought in that moment was enough to inspire a lifetime's worth of songwriting.

It coursed up through the center of her body from between her legs, then poured out into her limbs, emanating to her toes and her fingertips, infecting every glistening nerve ending.

Her head spun, her muscles spasmed, and the seemingly endless climax just kept coming and coming, echoing through her body without any apparent end in sight.

She had no idea how long it had been going on by the time the surface tension at last dissipated (it felt like hours, though it had probably only been a minute or so- still an impressive feat to say the least.)

Then, with a sigh, and a shiver, she fell back to the surface of the bed, her chest heaving, the aftershocks of pleasure buzzing through her, making her feel so light and insubstantial that she thought she might fade away completely at any moment.

Not that she would have minded, in the state she was in- she wasn't really sure that anything in her life could ever hold a candle to the brilliant highs of what she'd just gotten through experiencing.

She was as happy as could be, though, to be proven imminently wrong on that point...

Julian waited patiently for Desiree's shivers to subside, and seemed to actually savor each shake of her body up against him as she recovered from the shock of what he'd done to her. Then, when at last her movements settled back down again, he withdrew himself slowly from between her legs, letting his lips pull back off of her pussy as she released him from her grip.

His body rose up over her as she lay there on the bed, looking up at him with an expression of utmost intimacy- it was something primitive and animal-like, and seemed to say that from this point onward, he could do whatever the hell he wanted to her as compensation for that first earth-shattering round of bliss.

He settled back onto and around her like a blanket, and pressed his lips gently to her own. He made her taste herself on him, and she loved it as he kissed her softly back to life, re-energizing her after having so thoroughly drained her of energy. They wrestled around in the sheets, rolling over onto one another, playfully trying to pin one another down and gain the upper hand.

Julian, predictably, wound up on top, and Desiree smiled up at him, loving how weak and insubstantial she felt beneath him.

“Well... Looks like you win,” she said with a grin. “What are you going to do about it now?”

He smiled at her, and yanked down his pants, kicking them off over the side of the bed.

She felt the hot, firm glide of his cock up against the insides of her legs as he brought himself down onto her, and held her breath as he arced the shaft of his erection upward. He pressed his engorged tip against the still burning opening of her vagina, and let it settle there for a moment, getting her used to the idea of having so much man inside of her at once.

Her eyes widened, and she tensed up as he slid his way inside.

A desperate moan escaped from her lips, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

He eased his way into her, rather effortlessly- he was pretty big, but she was aroused as hell at this point, and her body was as inviting to his arrival as it seemed genuinely possible to be. He slid up all the way inside her, and finally came to a rest with his head pressed up against some interior wall, instantly evoking a surge of unfathomable pleasure, and making her fingers curl up into his flesh as she tried to get a grip on these unbelievable sensations.

He couldn't believe how tight she was, how warm and how perfect a sanctuary, and he waited for several seconds inside her before beginning, watching her as she shook like a leaf and struggled with him in her delicacy.

Then, finally, he drew his body backward, pulling himself nearly out of her, extricating all the way up to his tip. Then he slammed back again, ramming into her with a remarkable speed and ferocity, commencing the sweet, sexual punishment that was to ensue over the course of the next several minutes.

Desiree screamed, and held onto Julian for dear life as he began to ride her, swinging his body through the air, grunting with every violent collision of flesh into flesh, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. His thighs boomed violently against her own, his muscles positively ensnared her every time he collapsed on top of her, and his buttocks clenched and unclenched as he swung his pelvis through the air, something primitive inside him taking over the perfect gentleman he'd appeared to her as in all other contexts. Every forward thrust resulted in an instant, shocking strike of her g-spot, and a sudden burst of devastating pleasure, coursing through every inch of her. It was almost too much for her too handle, but even worse was his momentary absence with every withdrawal he made from her, causing her to an experience an emptiness so thorough she thought she might never recover from it.

On top of the direct collision of genitals, she savored the secondary movements of their bodies as they slammed into one another. The swinging of his balls up against her, smack against her thighs as he forced himself into her. The way her breasts bounced and swayed across her chest every time he struck her- an effect she had the strangest feeling he might have enjoyed every bit as much as she did... Then there was the entwining of their legs as he moved atop her, and the way he brushed the strands of flowing chestnut hair from out of her eyes every time it fell across her face, and the way he would lean down every so often and kiss her, giving her just enough breath to keep going and survive the duration of all he had in store for her. And then, God, there was the violent smash of the bed frame up against the wall, the springs creaking beneath them, the percussive blows striking in tandem with the furious beating of her heart, seeming to compete with it.

The dripping of his sweat down onto her.

The blue flames coursing from those cold blue eyes.

The grunts of his pleasure, and the echoes of lust escaping gaseously out from between her own lips, in a steady uncontrollable stream of delight.

A million little details all conspired together to create a picture that was more beautiful than anything Desiree might have imagined, and the longer it went on, the further and further she climbed toward sheer, internal perfection, well past the point of that first unbearable climax she'd experienced with Julian's head between her legs.

She wondered just how much further he would take her, and how far she would be left to fall once he got her to that incredible place.

And then, at last, he drove himself all the way up inside her, slamming into place, and answering this question for her with crystalline clarity.

Her eyes widened.

A desperate cry escaped from her throat, then faded into a hoarse gasp, noiseless and desperate.

Julian roared like the beast that he was, and began cumming uncontrollably inside her, his cock burning with pleasure as he spilled his hot seed all over her, ejecting himself into her deepest depths, pouring his essence into her in such abundance that it poured back out from between her legs and onto the bed beneath them.

Again, something burst deep within her, the blast this time far more potent than anything she could stand. Once again orgasm flooded through her entire system, this time finding is way into crevices and around corners that it hadn't quite located the first time around, leaving her hurtling through space with absolutely no control over herself, or her reactions, or the wicked spinning of her head as euphoria consumed her, carrying her up above its mile-high waves and then ripping her back beneath the surface again, inundating her completely.

She sustained it for as long as she possibly could, until at last Julian showed her some small mercy and relented, sighing as he pulled his body back out of her own, extricating himself. For a moment Desiree simply lay there, frozen and shivering, almost in shock from the unimaginable effects of their completed lovemaking.

She was thawed out at last by the pressing of Julian's lips all over her naked body, pecking her wet skin, lapping up the salt of her sweat.

She shivered, and allowed herself to be drawn into his arms. They kissed for a while in the afterglow of their love, easing themselves back to a place of relative sanity, loving the cool touch of one another's skin even now that their desires had been satisfied.

After a period of this, Desiree lay with her head on Julian's shoulder, and her hand tracing out shapes on his chest in slow, steady circles.

“So...” he said finally, and though she half expected him to say something romantic, he instead resorted to his usual brand of humor- which, she supposed, was romantic enough in itself: “That's what it's like to go to a bed with a rock star, huh? Not bad...”

She laughed, then sighed, thinking that there was a very good chance that she was probably in love with this man.

“Yup. You, Julian Hansen, have the great honor of being Desiree Starr's very first groupie.”

He smiled at her, liking the sound of this, and pulled the covers up over their heads.

He suddenly thought there was a very real chance that he might not yet be done with her for the night...