Desperate for more, I turned in his arms when Julian picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our heads connected, and he tilted his, grazing his mouth against mine. His lips spoke of many words, none of which made it to my ears but straight to my soul. He clutched the back of my head, my bottom, fingers digging into me as he walked me to the bed. I took off his mask, and our mouths hovered, torturing ourselves, hanging on to these screaming, hard-hitting moments.
No dawn, no day, no nightfall. A space-time, where we only heard the anticipating thudding of our hearts. Like Wicked Death Wish.
Boom … … Boom …. … Boom … ….
“Just don’t let anything happen to you,” I begged.
Julian shook his head. “I won’t,” he promised …Boom … … Boom …“I don’t want to be anywhere where you’re not.”
This is it, my thoughts taunted me …boom…this is it …
Then my mouth filled with his kiss.
It felt as if I were kissing the dark woods and not a man. But then he fell back against the bed, taking me on top of him as if I had all the power, making me believe it was the other way around. I kissed his throat, grinding against his thick arousal inside his pants. Julian moaned, I whimpered, and we kissed madly as his hands were everywhere, in my hair, my neck, my breasts, my thighs. He kissed me with intensity, with hunger, deep enough to ruin me for any other man.
Julian pressed his finger against my entrance, finding me soaked. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, nudging his finger inside me, then through my slit from behind. “Oh,fuck, Fallon,” he growled as my hips thrust against him again, starving for friction, for release, for more praise.
I’d become someone I didn’t recognize.
Maybe it was the full moon. Maybe it was us.
Julian rose from the bed with me in his lap, sat up fully, ripped off his coat and shirt, breaking our kiss for only quick moments. As if nothing was fast enough, as if we weren’t close enough. His bare chest collided with my breasts, and he kissed my collarbone, wrapped his lips around my nipple. His finger inched deeper inside me, the other hand clutching the back of my head as I ground against his pants, wanting to feel him everywhere and begging him to take me there. He stood, and I clung to his waist as he undid his belt, his zipper, pushed his slacks to the floor.
Julian took us back to the edge of the bed, and my slick center slid up and down his hard and tight shaft. He lay back, allowing me to rub against him, explore him, use him, trust him as he kissed me madly. His large palm grabbed my ass, dragged up my spine. My lips found his throat again, and his moans fueled me.
“You should know I don’t deserve this,” he said, hooking his arm around me, throwing me on my back.
Rain pattered against the windows with the song of my desire. The cold October air slipped through the fireplace, creating an icy draft in my bedroom as he moved over me. He kissed, licked, and touched me as if he were learning me, coloring me with his grotesque grace.
My nails raked through his hair when his mouth passed over my lower stomach. He sank lower between legs, and the utter darkness pulled me in. I felt myself pulse in the expanded time he spent licking the sensitive space around my sex. His hands smoothed over my thighs, and the sensations were explosive, convulsive. All nerve-endings alive, dipping into his black waters, and my body jerked! with the inability to handle his mouth.
My hand moved over his forehead, through his hair. “Julian,” I gasped, my hips rolling, my knees falling to the sides, needing more.
Then his tongue stroked me once, twice,three times!before his mouth wrapped around me, and my eyes bulged in the black room as he dragged his tongue through my slit deep and slow. I didn’t know whether to slam my legs shut or spread them wider. It felt too good to be lawful, and I clutched the sheets into my fists as his mouth covered me, and my head rolled back. Julian groaned from his throat, vibrations against my center, as he worked his tongue. My body thrashed in a spasm, climbing higher and higher and higher.
“Julian,” I warned, a surge shooting through me.
“Fallon,” he argued, pressing his palm against my chest and pinning me back down, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. Face flush between my spread legs, his tongue lapped as I bit my lip, legs shaking with this white-hot heat searing through me.
The orgasm gripped every muscle. The orgasm turned me into white-noise.
I reached heights, feeling Julian’s eyes on me as he slowed his pace.
He kissed me once on the thigh, then on my sensitive sex after he was done.
“I like the way you come, how you’re so quiet.” His voice was broken as he crawled back up my shuddering torso, and I grabbed his head and pulled his mouth to mine because I couldn’t speak.
His tongue swept into my mouth, his lean and warm naked body covering mine, his hard dick gliding against my slick center. I knew this was it, and I was sure Julian was torturing himself or me—or he was scared.
Then he held himself up on his elbow to find me and align himself. I reached up and placed my hand over his face, and he moved my fingers to his lips, kissed the pads of my fingers, keeping them there as the thick head of his cock kneaded my entrance.
I felt the moment halt. I felt the single slam of my heart. I felt his eyes on me. I felt all these things in a matter of a heartbeat …
“This is going to hurt,” he panted, snatching my wrist in his grip.
Then he slammed himself inside me, breaking me open in a single thrust.
Julian cursed against my fingertips in a feral growl.
