His fingers get to work again and when he finally unbuttons the last button, he slides the thin material from my shoulders to reveal my white lace bra.
I look down at the bed, desperate to be with him. "Can we sit on the bed?"
"Soon." He lowers his mouth to the front of my bra. His breath courses over my skin before he takes my left nipple between his teeth through the lace.
I moan aloud, unable to contain the desperate need I feel. "Take off my bra."
He does. He reaches behind me with one hand and deftly undoes the clasp. The cool air in his bedroom hits me instantly. My nipples were already hard from anticipation and his touch and now they're aching.
"Christ, look at these." He slides my bra off before he tosses it on the floor. "Your nipples are perfect."
He takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks. I feel his tongue lash against the tender nub.
"I'm close," I whisper with a laugh. "I'm so wet already."
That drops him to his knees. His fingers open the button fly of my jeans to reveal a hint of the white lace G-string underneath.
In one swift movement, the jeans are pooled around my ankles. I step out as he helps me.
"You are wet." His voice is low and thick with desire. "You have an incredible ass. I've wanted my hands on this for years.
Years.He's wanted me for years. As long as I've wanted him.
He kneads the flesh of my bare ass, his head resting against my stomach. I can hear his breathing. It matches my own. Heavy, uneven breaths punctuated with deep sighs.
"I want to make you feel everything, Maya."
I do. I feel more than I ever have before and he's barely touched me.
He moves to slide the lace G-string down. His eyes locked onto the bare skin underneath. "This feels like a fucking dream. Tell me I'm not dreaming this."
I tug on his shoulder to bring him to his feet. "This isn't a dream. It's real."
I want to feel his mouth on me and his fingers inside my core. I want it all but right now, I need my hands on him.
He leans forward to kiss me again and this time it's fevered and deep. He parts my lips instantly with his tongue. He searches for mine before he nibbles at my lips. Small kisses down my neck follow and when I slide my hand under his sweatpants and touch the smooth crown of his cock, he groans.
"A condom." He steps back. "I'm getting a condom."
I touch myself as I watch him undress. The moment I see his beautiful cock, I slide a finger inside me. I chase my own orgasm as I watch him sheath himself and when he pushes me against the wall and wraps my legs around his waist, I come the instant he's inside me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Julian
The buzzof my phone wakes me. I turn toward it and that's when I realize that she's here. Maya is in my bed, wrapped around me. Her lush tits are pressed against my side; her leg slung over mine.
I fucked her twice. Once against the wall. The second time on the floor like a man possessed by need.
She screamed my name as she climaxed both times and I swear I'll never hear a sweeter sound than that.
"Your phone," she mumbles under her breath. "You should answer it."
I glance at the clock near my bed. Five a.m. It has to be Paris. My contact there hasn't been able to grasp what a time zone is. I reach over her to grab the phone from where I tossed it on the nightstand after I got up to get her a glass of water.
I don't bother to look at the screen before I answer the call.
"This is Julian."
