I’m so lost in this moment of misjudgment and weakness that I fail to register that he walked us backward while his tongue stroked mine. The back of my knees hit the mattress. Everything in the room slows, and he hypnotizes me as I slowly lower onto the bed. First sitting, but when he lowers his body, I lie back. Something flickers between us when our eyes connect. Maybe guilt on his part, and longing from mine. He doesn’t deserve me, right? But deep down, my body screams that I’m wrong, which is why I reach for him.
His response is to kiss me tenderly, his forearms framing each side of my head.
“Let me show you how I would never hurt you,” Julian whispers, the words brushing against my skin, voice firm and edged and undeniably seductive. A single, unhurried kiss presses into my neck, deliberate and reverent. “All I want to do is protect you.” Another soft kiss follows, trailing along my skin, every movement unrushed—intentional.
The heat of his hip rubs against my thigh, and I’ve entered uncharted territory again, yet he is still somehow my anchor.
His hand floats up my thigh, dragging my summer skirtwith it. He doesn’t move in haste; he is deliberate and delicate in his touches.
But I want to be lost even sooner.Squeezing his arms, indicating that I want more, we meet for a kiss as my fingers search for the bottom of his shirt to lift. We speed up when the urge between us to be naked and connected takes over.
“This isn’t me forgiving you,” I clarify with a single pant.
His sinister eyes beg to differ, but I’m already too breathless and unraveling to continue to argue.
Clothes are thrown, and we find home when he holds me rooted to the mattress. I open my thighs and reach for his cock, guiding him to my opening.He sinks into me, slowly. Taking a moment for our eyes to hold as he moves, and my walls tighten around him. Gently, he pulls out, only to rock back in, every time faster and more deliberate.
I’ve missed this.
Adjusting my body, I lean back on my forearms to watch the view of him inside my pussy. He could take this moment to say something filthy, but instead, his hand finds the back of my neck to gently tilt my head forward to kiss me, long and hard. Parting, our foreheads remain touching as our eyes lock.
My thighs clutch around his waist, eager to get more from him.
“I’m yours. You have me,” he whispers the reminder.
Our bodies fit together.Everything in this moment is overwhelming me, but one thing that I’m sure of is that I want to be in the moment with him without any thought. He leans down to kiss me again, and I moan into his mouth as I feel him buried inside me. Pulling him closer, I tighten my legs around him. Sinking into the mattress, we are so lost in one another that I’m not sure if there is any place we don’ttouch. Julian moves deep inside of me, and my toes leaving a print on his ass only encourages him to fill me to the hilt.
His face pulls back slightly to ensure it’s clear that I understand I’m with him right now and I have him. He’s waiting for me and will continue to do so.
I ignore the whole reason that I’m here. “Don’t stop.”
He releases a half-smirk. “I won’t, baby. I’ll never stop.” He isn’t only talking about now, and my emotions take over my body. Our lips find one another again as we desperately move.
The realization that we’re making love overcomes me to the point that I teeter on the edge of an orgasm.
I slip my gaze to the side to see our hands interlaced against the mattress, and I don’t want to come. I want it to be at the same time with him, as one.
I’m so far gone that I don’t even realize that our deep kisses are now to cover the sound of our moans and grunts.
We get there. Together.
It’s heavenly and heavy at the same time.
We stay in an embrace as he stays inside of me, our eyes latching, and we lie there for minutes and say nothing.
The warmth surroundingmy body is from Julian and his naked body spooning me. I glance over my shoulder to see that he’s sleeping. We must have fallen asleep. Except it took effort to get under the covers and use pillows, which means I knew what I was doing. But our silence continued, and Julian, to my surprise, didn’t press to convince me that this was a reunion. It wasn’t.
Taking the opportunity, I gently lift the duvet on my sideand slip out of bed. My clothes are scattered haphazardously on the floor, and I collect my skirt.
Was this a mistake or a goodbye?I can’t process my thoughts right now, only panic to escape. He did it once. The first night we slept together, he was gone when I woke up. Now, I’m doing it in return, which by no means is revenge. That’s why I spotted the pad of paper on the desk and a pen. Tiptoeing to the desk, I pick up the paper and jot down a note:
You need to go back.
I return to the bed and set it on my now-empty pillow before pattering on my toes to the door and leave.
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JULIAN
