just get into it then, shall we?
“If you did pleasure yourself, why are you still so wound up, baby?” he purrs, thrusting in rhythm to each word he utters, making my body produce more lubricant, greedy for orgasm. Greedy for him. “Were you waiting for me to finish the job?”
I open my mouth to say something snarky, but he shuts me up with a lush, wet kiss. His tongue does that wicked slow dance it does as he fucks me with his fingers, creating a sort of tempo that only he and I understand, and only he and I can move to it, creating our own choreography.
My hands move on their own accord, reaching up to grip his hair as I feel a freight train of an orgasm rip through me with an intensity that makes me scream, staring up at the ceiling. But before I can calm down, Julian moves away from me, leaving me lying on the bed, panting and breathless.
“What…” I stutter, looking up at him. But he doesn’t say anything as he removes his t-shirt, pushing it over his head, flexing his muscles as he does. My. God. I know with football, he trains like crazy every day, but the way he looks is ridiculous. It’s the kind of stuff wet dreams, porn and Heaven are made of.
He watches me as he removes his jeans, pushing them down his muscular legs. He’s been commando since we got here and now, he takes himself in his hand and starts to stroke himself as his gaze rakes over me, searing my body.
“Damn,” I whisper when he brings his leg up on the couch and really starts stroking himself, his gaze touching each part of my body.
“Strip,” he demands, nodding at the baby doll. “Strip out of it, slowly.”
A thrill rushes through me and I feel it again, that naughty, dangerous vibe between us that makes my heart race, but still, I do as I’m told.
Instead of getting up, I lie there and start pleasuring myself slowly with one hand as I remove the strap of the dress with the other. I hold his gaze the entire time, watching him struggle on what to look at. I know he hates that, feeling like his attention is being pulled in different directions. But Julian Fitzgerald excelled in just about everything, including making good girls go bad, driving them insane with need—to come and to make him come.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I see pre-cum on the head of his large, hard cock, making me swallow. I want him in me. I want to taste him. I want all of him. Watching him stroke himself makes me so delirious with arousal that I moan and thrust two fingers in me.
“Uh, fuck this shit!”
I go to remove the other strap but in a single step, Julian is hovering over me then he reaches down and tears the baby doll in two, the sound of fabric tearing sounding so scandalous and taboo that I can’t help but moan again.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, picking me up now.
“Julian,” I moan when he sits down on the couch, kissing me like he’s gone way too long without tasting me, without kissing me with such desperation and longing.
“I have to have you, Mia,” he groans, his touch now desperate. “I need to have you.”
“Oh God, yes,” I moan breathlessly, clinging on to him. I have no idea where he gets the condom, but he puts it in my mouth, and he holds the other end as I tear the top. Then the takes it and rolls it on.
“You need to get on birth control soon,” he groans in my ear.
“And you’re incredibly ornery right now,” I tease, biting his neck like a wanton fiend. But then he cups my ass and thrusts into me with one powerful lurch that makes me lose my breath, and suddenly, nothing is so funny anymore.
I’ve never had Julian like this before. I’m stretched tight, the bite of pain so real, that I clutch his shoulders, my fingers digging in.
“I… I can’t,” I gasp, but he holds still, his jaw locked.
“Yes, you can, Little Minx,” he whispers in my ear. He starts kissing me, then I feel his fingers at my clit, rubbing and fingering just as he’s kissing me until I start making these carnal sounds, holding on to him as my body produces more lubricant and the next thing I know, I clench down hard on his dick