hole, and I thrust my hips back.
“Please.” I didn’t want slow. I wanted Julian, all of him, right now.
His voice was in my ear in a second. “See that bottle behind the conditioner? The blue one?”
I looked at the corner of the shower. My eyes landed on a small, clear blue bottle full of something that I’d assumed was body wash. I nodded frantically.
“Grab it for me,” Julian commanded, his finger still teasing me. He nipped at my shoulder again and I did what I was told, reaching for the bottle and handing it back to him.
Julian slid me over so we weren’t directly under the showerhead anymore, and I heard, more than saw, him squeeze lube onto his fingers. He handed the bottle back to me and began toying with my hole once more.
I groaned as he pushed a finger inside, pushing my ass back onto it, welcoming him in. It was one thing to touch myself like this. It felt good physically, but nothing more. But Julian? Every second, he peeled back another one of my defenses, leaving me weak.
I moaned as he slid his finger in and out, working me open, and groaned in pleasure as he added a second. It wasn’t long before I was begging for more.
“Patience,” Julian said, stroking into me with a rhythm that made me tremble.
“I don’t want patience. I want you.”
Julian laughed, low and pleased, and it sent a frisson down my spine. He did add another finger—finally—and I melted against the tiles at the stretch and the heat. It felt so good, and even better knowing how confident Julian was, knowing he’d give me what I needed.
In a moment, his voice was back in my ear. “Squeeze some lube into your hand and get me ready.”
It should have been awkward, reaching around behind my back to stroke his cock, my elbow crooked out, my breath coming in short bursts. I couldn’t see what I was doing. But somehow, that made it hotter, feeling his length, feeling him respond in my hand, and knowing that all of that would be inside me soon.
“Please,” I begged again, dropping my hand and the bottle. I rubbed my ass against his cock. “God, please.”
And this time, Julian didn’t tell me to wait. He drew his cock up to my entrance, then kissed my neck right below my ear.
“Ready?”
I just whined and pushed back against him. He clearly took that for the ‘yes’ I intended it to be, and pressed into me. It was excruciating—not pain, but the slowness. He was steady and sweet and not nearly fast enough for my taste.
I needed him inside me yesterday. But Julian was Julian, so of course he wanted to make sure nothing hurt, wanted to make sure I was safe, and by the time he’d sunk all the way in, I was climbing out of my skin with desperation.
“Fuck,” I moaned as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Yeah?” Julian’s voice was low and rough. He shifted his hips, not thrusting really, but the change of angle added even more pleasure, and I whined again. “You like feeling my cock in your ass?”
“God, yes.”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Just fuck me.”
And he did, barely giving me another moment to adjust to that delicious fullness before he was moving. No slow build this time, no checking to see if I was okay. Just long strokes, pulling almost all the way out, his head just breaching my hole, before pumping back in. My whole body shook.
I’d needed this for so long. Not just sex, but sex with Julian. Needed the way he took possession of me, the way he used my body to both give and take pleasure. Needed the way he made me his.
With Julian, I was forced to surrender. To let him dismantle my walls, one by one. To let him in.
His fingers gripped my hips, just shy of the pain threshold, and he bit into my shoulder, making me gasp. His cock was so hard, so thick, and my body rocked as he pistoned into me.
“So good. Oh fuck, you’re so good.”
“What’s so good?” Julian demanded, thrusting into me. “Tell me.”
“Everything,” I moaned. “Your mouth. Your hands. Your fucking cock. It’s so big. I need—I need you to fuck me.”
Julian laughed again, so low it was almost a growl. “I am fucking you.”
“I need more. I need—need—you.”
I was babbling, incoherent. And it wasn’t just physical, though Julian