“Or you should, since you love the taste of me.”
His sharp breath makes me smile.
“I bet you’d like that.” I hold my soaked thumb out.
His mouth wraps around it, sending a pleasant rush of heat through me as he licks my skin clean before he bites the tip. “Keep talking and I’ll gag you.”
“With your cock?”
“Don’t tempt me.” Julian sinks one finger into me, and my eyes roll as I’m overwhelmed by the sensation. He rewards my moan by pressing his thumb against my clit while adding a second finger.
My head drops back. “If you don’t fuck me in the next minute, I’ll find a way to do it myself.”
“Threaten me again while my fingers are inside you, and I’ll stop.”
Oh shit.
“You got it?” He curls his finger to reach my most sensitive spot.
“Yes,” I moan.
He makes a confirmatory noise before removing his hand. “Be back in a minute.”
Julian runs away before returning a minute later, breathing heavily with a shiny condom wrapper in his hand. Somewhere along the way, he ditched his pants, giving me the best sight of his straining erection concealed by his boxer briefs.
“Just one?” I brush my index finger over his bulge.
“I have more upstairs.” He tugs my dress over my head, making a mess of my hair in the process.
I’m breathless as his gaze roams over my body, taking in every detail before he pulls me into a searing kiss.
He breaks away first. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I feel like the luckiest bastard in the world right now.”
The butterflies in my stomach break free in a desperate swarm, making me light-headed.
“The things I want to do to you…” With his index finger, he traces a path from the base of my throat to my pussy.
Attraction we have both spent years ignoring rises to the surface, making my heart pound as he presses the pad of his thumb against my clit.
I want Julian. I want him so damn badly, and I’ve spent far too long acting like I didn’t.
That ends tonight.
“Feel free to skip past the sexy talk and get started because I’m beyond ready.”
He dips his thumb inside. “I’m enjoying the moment.”
“You tend to do that a lot lately.”
“All because of you.”
I’m afraid I may not survive the night if he keeps talking to me like that.
I fight the emotions swirling in my chest as I reach for the foil wrapper. I’m a seductive showman, making Julian’s muscles ripple and tense as I rip open the wrapper and carefully pluck the condom out of the package.
He sucks in a breath as I grab him by the cock and tug, pulling him closer so I can roll the condom on.
“You could have asked nicely.”
“And miss out on that sweet little gasp you made? I think not.” I drag a finger across the rubber, relishing the way his thighs strain.
His head drops back with a sigh.
Maybe Julian is onto something when he says he wants to take things slow. I want to catalog every single second of tonight and lock it away in my memory bank because, while I can’t have him forever, I can have the memory of us.
With shaky hands, he wraps my legs around his waist. My thighs tremble, and a shiver rolls through me as the tip of his cock slides over my clit before stopping.
He cups my cheek with one hand while fisting his cock with the other. “Are you sure about this?”
Am I sure I want to have sex with Julian? Absolutely. I fear I may combust if we don’t, and my pussy throbs in agreement. Am I certain about what will happen after we blur that final line between us? Nope, but I’ll be damned if I let my fear of uncertainty ruin tonight.
I place my hand over his, line his cock up, and push until his tip disappears inside me. “Does that answer your question?”
His eyes screw shut. “Dahlia.”
I’ve never heard him say my name like that before, and holy shit, I need him to do it again.
My legs tighten around his waist as I pull him in, driving him deeper. “Repeat that.”
His hands shoot out to clutch my hips. “Dahlia.”
Sparks fly down the base of my spine, but I’m not able to soak up the feeling before Julian slams into me hard enough to make me gasp.
He fights a tremor. “Shit.”
My chest rises and falls with each rapid breath as I take in the pure look of adoration on his face.
Stop overthinking everything.
The trance Julian has over me is broken as he pulls out.
Both of us tremble as he drives into me again. It doesn’t take him long to find the most perfect, tantalizing pace, and I’m desperate to make it last for as long as possible.
His fingers grip my hips as he fucks me like a man on the brink of madness, and I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.
I’m desperate to find purchase as I cling to him. My heels dig into his ass as he switches his rhythm, pounding into me hard enough that I slide across the counter.
He finds the sensitive spot between my shoulder and my neck before he sucks on the skin.
“Hey.” I smack him away.
He shuts me up with another eye roll-inducing grind of his hips. His blunt nails scrape against my ass as he holds me in place, fucking me within an inch of my life.
Julian, with his dark, dilated eyes, acts like a man possessed by my pussy as he collects my wetness and teases my clit with it. “You like my cock?”
I fake gasp. “Did my dripping pussy give me away?”
“That mouth will get you in trouble one day.” He swipes my bottom lip.
“I hope so.” My tongue darts out to tease his finger.
His deep chuckle is the only warning I get before he pulls all the way back until only the tip remains. I get ready to protest, but I’m cut off when he pushes back into me with every ounce of strength he possesses.
I gasp for air.
It’s too much. From the sting of his cock stretching me to the pace he sets, I’m a goner.
I shatter around his cock with a loud cry. My vision turns dark as I lose touch with reality and free-fall headfirst into my orgasm.
“Hermosa,” he says as he tips my head back.
My stomach takes a dive into deep, dangerous waters. Julian swallows my moan with a kiss, pressing hard enough to bruise my lips.
He fucks me through my orgasm while whispering sweet praises into my ear.
“That’s my girl,” he says without breaking his rhythm. “Look at me.” He tugs on my hair until my eyes snap open.
“Mi preciosa,” he whispers against my ear before nipping at the curve.
My fuzzy brain fails to fully process the words fast enough as he comes with a groan.
His swift movements turn jerky before they halt altogether. I brush my fingers through his hair, fixing the strands while he comes down from his high.
Hermosa: Gorgeous.
Mi preciosa: Beautiful.
“Shit.” His forehead presses against mine.
“You liked it?” I’m not usually so demanding in circumstances like these, but Julian challenges me at everything, so I find myself desperate to gain some kind of control over him.
The thought makes me laugh at myself.