I shout his name as my climax hits then grit my teeth as wave after wave of contractions rock through me. I lie back, panting, my eyes squeezed shut as emotions rise in me after the intensity of the orgasm relents. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes, and he brushes them away tenderly.
He kisses my wet cheeks and tells me he loves me.
My heart aches so sweetly but so sharply, and I pull him to me. “I need younow, Julian.”
I grab a condom from the nightstand and tear it open, and he watches, his eyes hooded, as I roll it over his cock. He prowls over me, lining himself up as he takes my wrists and plants themon either side of my head. My body thrills at being immobilized, buzzing with anticipation and dying for him totake me. I raise my brows and wait, drowning in desire as only our rapid breaths fill the silence between us.
Just when I think I might die if I have to wait any longer, he pushes into me slowly, every delicious inch of him. He stops, holding perfectly still, fully seated inside me. I start to squirm, wanting motion, needing it. He calms his breath even as my movements make it difficult. But he doesn’t move. He just gazes steadily into my eyes, then withdraws, then slides in again, all with excruciating slowness.
I’m getting desperate now, writhing and shuddering and trying to get him to move, and I beg. “Julian, please. I need it.”
He smirks and pulls out one more time, staring into my eyes. “You need it?” he asks roughly, pushing back in just a little faster.
I gasp, nodding, and whisper, “Yes.”
The corners of his lips tip up higher, evil mischief sparkling in his eyes.
I let out a desperate breath, trying again to move myself against him, but he holds me firmly.
“You want me to go faster?”
White-hot flames surge through me, and my eyes roll back. “Yes, God, please.”
He slides out and in again, still so slow. I whine, letting go of the last shred of my dignity. I don’t care about anything else—there’s just him and what I want. What I need.
He leans in close to my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. “You want me to go harder?”
All I can do is whimper helplessly.
He holds me there for one last, excruciating beat, and then finally he snaps and lets loose. He fucks me wildly, thrusting frantically in and out. I feel a heady rush as I get what I’vewanted at last, and he releases my wrists so I can wrap my arms around him. I must have him closer, need to feel his body against mine.
A tidal wave of sweet relief and intense pleasure sweeps over me as he ruts against me, slamming me hard into the mattress. It’s like we’re trying to express all of the passion, the love, the desperation we’re feeling in this one act.
His lips find mine, and his kiss is tender and deep, mirroring the intensity of his thrusts as he slows a bit, finding a deeper and more patient rhythm. I sigh into him and run my fingernails softly up the rippling muscles of his back and shoulders. He shivers under my light touch.
Slowly, he stills inside me again, meeting my eyes. “I want you to turn around. I want to see you on your hands and knees.” His voice is deep and commanding as he pulls out and rises to his knees.
A thrill runs through me as I roll onto my stomach then lift up, pushing my ass into the air and turning my head so I can see him. The way he stares at me, his eyes scorching hot, makes me feel so incredibly sexy. He runs his hands over my bottom and slowly up my back to my shoulders, then he wraps one hand around my neck and pulls me up to lean in and kiss me.
He grabs my hips and lines himself up to enter me from behind. “You look so beautiful like this, Chelsea,” he says breathily. “I still can’t believe I get to do this.”
I gasp as he slides home, dropping my head and moaning as he plunges in, filling me and reaching new spots that produce intense tingles of pleasure. He grunts as he drives in, over and over, chasing his own release. When he leans down to press his chest against my back, the angle has me moaning louder as the pleasure sharpens, and I feel my core tightening again.
A second orgasm? Let’s just say that’s not my norm.
I raise my head. “I can come again, baby. Keep going just like that. Don’t stop,” I say breathlessly.
He does just as I ask, and soon an orgasm cracks through me again, even more intense than the first. I bury my face in the pillows, screaming and clenching my fists in the blankets as the waves of ecstasy crash over me. He keeps thrusting, and his climax follows quickly, and we moan and grunt together, like animals.
It feels fucking incredible, and I do, indeed, see stars.
Chapter
Twelve
We endup tangled together on the bed, sheening with sweat and breathing heavily, gazing at the ceiling. We rest there, not moving, hands intertwined, until both our hearts and breaths have calmed.
Our afterglow is rudely interrupted by my growling stomach. I rub it, embarrassed. “Haven’t eaten today.”
