Lately, it's been impossible to ignore the tide drawing us closer. We didn't need to say anything because everything pulsed between us.
We are so tightly wound that I didn't even hear the door close. I only know it did because Julian pulls me close and spins me around, pinning me to the closed door.
His lips kissing me so fervently causes my body to tighten with an overpowering need to take whatever he’ll give me.
He wraps his hand at the base of my neck. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. It’s light enough, but it leaves little doubt that he is the one in power.
"This is the part where you kick me out and tell me I'm the man you can't stand." His voice is rough, filled with a need for something that I don't want to stop.
"Oh, shut up," I snipe. It’s all I manage to say as desire takes over my body. My lips feel heavily touched.
"Only after you wrap your legs around me like a good girl." His grin is sinful before he kisses me harder, and he hauls me up, my legs wrapping instinctively around him and my dress bunching at my waist.
He doesn't ask for directions and walks us as our mouths remain fused. There is no space between us, we are sewn together, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders as our tongues meet, rough and greedy.
We have no control over what we’re doing, letting desire lead us.
Somehow, without separating, we shamble down my short hallway, ricocheting off the walls, until we reach my living room and the end of the sofa. He sets me down, quick to twirl me until my back is against his front. I feel his hard length against my back, and my panties are already ruined.
The moment gives us a brief pause while he grazes the back of his hand down the curve of my body. Slowly, purposefully. His movement causes my skin to tingle and my nipples to pebble. His breath against my neck is heavy and hot. The moment his fingers pinch the zipper of my dress, I feel a change.
Clothes are about to come off, and this is my chance to second-guess what’s transpiring. But I don't.
Agonizingly slowly, he pulls the zipper down. "So beautiful," he whispers.
I close my eyes as the fabric slips down my body to a pool at my feet. Stepping out of the pile, I turn to face him. There is a flicker of marvel in his eyes as he reviews me.
One step is all it takes from him, before he dips his mouth down to latch onto a nipple. My head falls back, and I moan under my breath. At first, he’s gentle, flicking his tongue, but he adds more pressure, with his fingers twisting my other nipple. I seem to encourage him further when my hands rake through his hair. I swallow, feeling exposed, yet completely confident that this is where I should be.
The moment he parts from my breasts, I seize the opportunity and slide my hands up his back, feeling his musclesbeneath his shirt. I trace them on the path that leads me to his front, and I begin to undo another one of his shirt buttons, nearly ripping them in the process.
Our eyes connect, and it’s a reminder that we don't need touch to burst into flames because we’re capable of driving one another wild purely through eye contact.
His shirt falls to the floor, and I yank on his belt. I want to see more of him. I want to touch him in places that could cure my aching.
"Everything off, even the heels," he commands.
I give him a strange look because most men want the heels to stay on. The corner of his mouth curves because he knows how to read my mind.
"I want to try you in a few different ways, and they might create an obstacle we don't need."
“Really? It isn’t your ego that’s the problem?” I tease him in this moment.
I yelp when I feel the palm of his hand slap the side of my ass. “Watch it. Otherwise, I’ll make you red and begging.”
There is no further discussion because he drops to his knees, and his mouth traces the waistband of my lace panties, purposefully almost brushing over my sensitive spot, ensuring our eyes remain locked. He isn’t seeking my approval; he has a point to prove.
One that sends me straight into a moan when he hooks his fingers under the fabric and yanks them down. He hovers his lips over my pussy for a mere second. Taunting me, giving me a glimpse of his intentions.
The moment his tongue darts out and hits my clit, I don’t get the relief I hoped for. Instead, my body only gets wound more tightly. Julian circles my clit before sucking. I’m about to lose balance, and his answer is to fill my pussy with twofingers. He does nothing with them; instead, he uses his mouth to drive me wild.
“Fuck,” I moan, and he laps up my juices.
“You taste sweet. And you’re soaking for me, desperate for my cock.” His voice swelters.
My own hands begin to caress my breasts because my entire body is floating, and every touch is heightened.
“I think you’re desperate for my pussy, you’re the one on your knees.”
