I run my thumb across the opening in his tip, spreading a small drop of pre-come over the head as he groans again. He’s so responsive, so alive, and I feel a tightening in my core already. Icup his balls gently, stroking my fingers along the tight skin just behind them as he kisses my mouth again, hard and possessive.
I take one of his hands and slide it down toward my panties. “Feel how wet I am for you, Julian.”
A ripple of tension runs through him, and I breathe in sharply as he yanks my panties down just enough to admit his hand. He swears as he runs his fingers through my slick folds and presses the heel of his palm to my clit.
“You’re soaked. You feel so good.” He explores me softly, running his fingers all the way from my clit to my ass and then back.
“I like that,” I breathe.
His hand hesitates, and he brings his eyes back to mine. “How do you want me to touch…?” He trails off, looking so sweet I could cry.
I offer him a reassuring smile. “Fuck me with your fingers,” I whisper, pressing his hand harder against me. “Start with one then two. Curl them forward, like in a ‘come here’ motion. Be gentle at first.”
He slides one finger in, watching my face carefully. I nod, letting my eyes drift shut. He adds a second finger then starts moving them against the inside of me.
I take a deep breath, muscles in my middle tensing as the pleasure builds. My fingers grip his upper arms tightly, and I’m getting lost in it, moaning desperately. I pull his other hand over, pushing his thumb in to rub against my clit. “Do this, too, baby. You can make me come.” I can sense him observing my responses and adjusting his position and pace to focus on driving me higher. He’s a good student.
The frantic feeling of my impending climax starts to focus inside me to a tight, excruciating point, and Ineedhim to keep going. More than I need my next breath. I cry out, arching my hips and pulling on his arms.
I start to beg. “Don’t stop. God, please don’t stop.” I open my eyes to see his face, and his pupils are blown wide as he watches me. I am coming undone, and I can tell helovesit. I’ve never had a lover enjoy seeing me get off as much as he seems to, and it’s exhilarating.
He keeps it up, doing all the things with his talented hands, and the tension coils inside me, tighter and tighter until it feels like there’s nothing left to do but shatter.
“I’m so close,” I gasp. I squeeze my eyes shut, and my orgasm slams through me, curling my toes and drawing a loud moan from my lips. Contractions rock my center, clenching over and over. They slow then stop, leaving me dizzy. I lie back, trembling.
Julian is staring down at me in shock. His eyes are huge as he shakes his head in wonder.
I chuckle softly. “Never didthatbefore, did you?”
“No,” he says, his voice hoarse. He’s staring at his hand. “I felt it. I felt your orgasm around my fingers.” He sounds awestruck.
“Yeah,” I murmur, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “Just imagine how that would feel around your cock.”
He jolts upright then reaches down to grab his shorts from the floor. He fishes in a pocket, pulls out a condom, then turns back to me and grabs my hand. “Are you ready for me to…”
I chuckle at his adorable enthusiasm. He surprised me tonight—I knew he’d be young and vigorous, but I didn’t expect him to be so selfless, so eager to please. It makes something in my chest ache, and I find myself hesitating, wanting to make sure, one last time, that this is what he wants.
I press his hand to my chest and search his eyes. “You’re sure you want this, right? Sure you want… me?”
He frowns and gives me a look that says he can’t believe I would ask this. “Of course I’m sure, Chelsea. I’ve never beenmore sure of anything in my life. I want you.” He cups my chin in his hand, his eyes blazing with intensity. “Do you want me?”
I try to remember just weeks ago, when this was unthinkable and he was totally off-limits, but that has all changed now. The anticipation and excitement of the last few weeks and days have brought me to this place. A place in which I don’t care what people might say, and I don’t care about the age gap, and I don’t care if we have no future. I just want to live in this moment and be with him.
I absolutely want this. I don’t hesitate. “Yes, I want you.”
His face breaks open with a big smile, and I glance down at his cock with a smile of my own.
I groan. “God, yes, please give it to me.”
I don’t have to tell him twice. He rips open the condom and rolls it down his length. He prowls over me on the couch, rips my black lace panties all the way off, and positions himself at my entrance. With his eyes locked on mine, he drives in deep, all the way to the hilt.
“Ah!” I gasp at the shock of him filling me so completely.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, over and over, frantic and wild, like he’s finally unleashed himself.
I grip his shoulders and toss my head back, rocking my hips in rhythm with him. He’s so strong and fervent, so hard and unyielding. It feels like we’re beasts, savage and untamed and letting our instincts take over. My mind goes blank, just feeling him inside me and hearing our shared grunts and breaths. I don’t want it to ever stop. I want him to own me.
My eyes are squeezed shut as I revel in the feel of his hard cock pounding into me like waves crashing onto the shore. I feel him in the deepest parts of me, touching more intimately than I’ve been touched in an achingly long time. Suddenly a surge of emotion washes over me, and I find myself fighting back tears. I pull him into my chest so he won’t see.
