The rampant desire showed on his face as he stepped back to look at her, his eyes starting at her breasts, lingering there for a moment before he moved and adored her completely with a lustful gaze. “Holy shit! I’m dead! I have to be.”
There wasn’t an ounce of shyness in her body as Kristin shivered from the intensity in his eyes. “I think Mara bought the stockings and the underwear,” she confessed.
“I hope you aren’t entirely attached to them yet.”
“Why?” she asked curiously.
He reached for the panties and pulled them from her body in one powerful jerk.
Cool air wafted over her pussy, making her desire that much more urgent.
“See me, Julian. Please see me.” It took her a moment to notice she’d said the words aloud.
“I do see you,” he answered as he lowered himself down to his knees. “And in a few seconds, you’re going to feel me.”
It took only a moment for her to scream aloud, unable to help herself as nothing but pleasure assailed her and threatened to break her entire body apart.
CHAPTER 8
“Oh, God,” Kristin gasped, reaching for the bedpost to hold herself up as Julian placed one of her feet on the mattress to give him the best access to what he wanted.
His tongue and mouth were everywhere, leaving her skin scorched wherever they touched. He left her stockings and garters in place, but tongued the vulnerable, exposed areas at the tops of her thighs, making her frenzied for him. “Please,” she whimpered, the plea escaping her lips uncensored. “I need . . .” Her voice trailed off, those two words enough to explain the unhinged desire that shot through every nerve ending in her body.
Suddenly, he was exactly where she wanted him, and she felt his velvet tongue lave over her pussy from bottom to top, stopping at her clit before sensually lingering there.
“No. Don’t. Stop.” Perspiration began to moisten her skin as she waited, anticipating her satisfaction.
“You taste exactly like I knew you would,” Julian growled as he pulled his head back and blew a long, hot puff of air over the pink flesh that was already quivering with need.
He was teasing, taunting, and making Kristin crazy. “Now,” she demanded, spearing her free hand through his coarse hair and urging it forward. “Right now, Julian.”
He groaned as she urged his mouth against her, this time with commanding precision and laser focus. He groaned again against her clit, the vibration causing her to let out a throaty moan in response. “Yes,” she hissed, needing more.
As he tongued the tiny bundle of nerves, his motions almost frantic, Kristin panted, not sure if her leg would hold her up, even with her hard grip on the solid wood bedpost.
Just when she was certain she was going to collapse into a puddle of fierce longing on the carpet, Julian stood, ripped back the covers on the bed, and lifted her onto the mattress.
“We come together this time,” he rasped, standing straight to remove his tuxedo pants and belt deftly, his eyes never leaving her.
Really, Kristin wasn’t about to argue. She licked her lips as she watched him roll the pants and briefs from his body in one quick action, then kick them off his feet.
Jesus! As he liberated his cock, her mouth went dry with anticipation.
Just like every other part of his body, Julian was huge, and how desperately he needed her was revealed in one big, engorged, ready-to-go male member that left her speechless.
“Fuck me,” she requested, holding her arms out to him.
He stepped forward and rested one of his knees on the bed, simply staring at her. “I feel like a teenager who is finally realizing his fantasies,” he said hoarsely as he fingered a few of her curls. “I’ve imagined this so many times, you in my bed, your gorgeous red hair fanned out on my pillow.”
“Is it living up to your dreams?” she asked, suddenly feeling shy.
He moved like lightning, his body covering hers before Kristin could even blink. Julian grasped her wrists and held them over her head, his chest heaving. “So much fucking better,” he replied, his uneven, harsh breaths wafting over her face. “This is reality, and you look like you’re mine.”
At that moment, she was his. Their damp, naked bodies were pressed together like they fit perfectly, and were never going to part. Kristin absorbed the erotic sensation of feeling his big body shudder with ravenous hunger, and the carnal, feral expression of impending possession on his face.
Nothing in her former sexual experiences had prepared her for this kind of violently elemental, raw yearning. Her senses were attuned with his, and the same fierce craving she knew he was experiencing was present inside her, and just as strong as it was for him.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him, “Fuck me, Julian. Don’t wait. It doesn’t have to be perfect or practiced. It just has to be us.”
“This isn’t the way I planned it,” Julian retorted. “There’s nothing I want more than to satisfy you in every way possible. But I can’t control this. I can’t control what’s happening.”