“Okay.”
Leaving my shirt on, I hurry over to the door to turn the lock that gives us privacy.Every step I take reminds me of the pulsing heat between my legs, my tight jeans rubbing against my sensitized clit and adding to my arousal.
When I return, Julian is in a semi-reclining position on the bed, his gown untied at the front and his hand stroking his erect cock.There is a stiff bandage around his ribs, but it does nothing to detract from the raw power of his muscular body.Even wounded, he manages to dominate the room, his appeal as magnetic as ever.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, watching me with a heavy-lidded stare.“Now strip for me, baby.I want to see your sexy little ass wriggling out of those jeans.”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, the heat in his gaze turning me on even more.“All right,” I whisper, and turning my back to him, I bend forward and slowly pull down my jeans, making sure to sway my hips from side to side as I expose my thong-clad ass to his eyes.
When the jeans are all the way down to my ankles, I turn back to face him and kick off my shoes, then step out of my jeans, leaving them lying on the floor.Julian watches my movements with undisguised lust, his breathing becoming heavy as the tip of his cock starts to glisten with moisture.He’s no longer touching himself, his hands clutching the sheets instead, and I know it’s because he’s close to coming, the hard column of his sex jutting up in defiance of gravity.
Keeping my eyes trained on him, I proceed to take off my shirt, pulling it up over my head in a slow, teasing motion.Underneath, I’m wearing a silky white bra that matches my thong.I bought several outfits online earlier in the week, and I’m glad I decided to get a few nicer underwear sets.I love to see that look of uncontrollable hunger on Julian’s face—the expression that says he would move mountains to have me at that moment.
As the shirt falls to the floor, he says roughly, “Come here, Nora.”His gaze devours me, consumes me.“I need to touch you.”
I inhale, my sex flooding with wetness as I take a couple of steps toward the bed, pausing in front of him.He reaches for me, smoothing his palm over my ribcage, and then moves his hand higher, toward my bra.His fingers close around my left breast, kneading it through the silky material, and I gasp as he pinches my nipple, causing it to stiffen further.
“Take the rest of your clothes off.”His hand leaves my body, making me feel bereft for a moment, and I hurriedly unclasp my bra and push the thong down my legs before stepping out of it.
“Good.Now straddle me.”
Biting my lip, I climb onto the bed, straddling Julian’s hips.His cock brushes against the inside of my thighs, and I grasp it in my right hand, guiding it toward my aching entrance.
“Yes, that’s it,” he mutters, reaching out to grip my hip as I begin to lower myself onto his shaft.Releasing his cock, I use my palms to brace myself on the bed, and he groans, “Yes, take me in, my pet… All the way…” Using his grip on my hip, he pushes me lower, forcing his cock deeper into me, and I moan at the exquisite stretching sensation, my body adjusting to being filled and penetrated by his thick length.
It feels like the sweetest of reliefs, the pleasure-pain of his possession acute and achingly familiar all at once.As I watch him, drinking in the look of tormented pleasure on his face, it suddenly dawns on me that this could just as easily not be happening—that instead of lying underneath me, Julian could be six feet underground, his powerful body mangled and destroyed.
I am not cognizant of having made any sounds, but I must have, because Julian’s eye narrows, his hand tightening on my hip.“What is it, baby?”he asks sharply, and I realize that I’ve begun to shake, chills wracking my body at the image of him lying there cold and broken.My desire evaporates, replaced by remembered terror and dread.It’s as if I’ve been doused with ice water, the horror of what we’ve been through bubbling up and choking me from within.
“Nora, what is it?”Julian’s hand slides up to my throat, gripping the nape of my neck to bring my face closer to his.His eye bores into me as my hands clutch convulsively at the sheets on each side of his chest.“What is it?Tell me!”
I want to explain, but I can’t speak, my throat closing up as my heartbeat spikes, cold sweat drenching my body.All of a sudden, I can’t breathe, toxic panic clawing at my chest and constricting my lungs, and I begin to hyperventilate as black dots encroach on the edges of my vision.
“Nora!”Julian’s voice reaches me as if from afar.“Fuck… Nora!”
A stinging blow across my face snaps my head to the side, and I gasp, my hand flying up to cradle my left cheek.The shock of pain startles me out of my panic, and my lungs finally begin working, my chest expanding to let in much-needed air.Panting, I turn my head to stare incredulously at Julian, the darkness in my mind receding as reality pushes back in.
“Nora, baby…” He’s gently rubbing my cheek now, soothing the pain he inflicted.“I’m so sorry, my pet.I didn’t want to slap you, but you looked like you were having a panic attack.What happened?Do you want me to call for a nurse?”
“No—” My voice breaks as sobs rise up, bursting out of my throat.Tears begin to flow down my face as I realize that I completely freaked out—and that it happened during sex.Julian’s cock is still buried inside me, only slightly softer than before, and yet I am shaking and crying, like a crazy person.“No,” I repeat in a choked voice.“I’m all right… Really, I’ll be fine…”
“Yes, you will be.”His voice takes on a hard, commanding tone as his hand moves down to grip my throat.“Look at me, Nora.Now.”
Unable to do anything else, I obey, meeting his gaze with my own.His eye glitters a bright, fierce blue.As I look at him, my breathing begins to slow, my sobs easing and my desperate panic fading.I am still crying, but silently now, more as a reflex than anything else.
“Okay, good,” Julian says in that same harsh tone.“Now you’re going to ride me—and you will not think of whatever got you so upset.Do you understand me?”
I nod, his instructions calming me further.As my anxiety melts away, other sensations start to creep in.I become aware of the clean, familiar scent of his body, the crisp feel of his leg hair pressing against my calves…
The way his cock feels inside me, warm, thick, and hard.
My body responds again, further distracting me from my panic.Taking a deep breath, I begin to move, rising up and then lowering myself onto his shaft, my core growing wet and soft as pleasure starts to curl low in my belly.
“Yes, just like that, baby,” Julian murmurs, his hand sliding down my body to press against my clit, intensifying the tension growing inside me.“Fuck me.Ride me.Use me to forget your demons.”
“Yes,” I whisper.“I will.”And keeping my eyes on his face, I pick up the pace, letting the physical pleasure carry me away from all the darkness, the inferno of our passion burning away the memories of icy horror within.
When we come, it’s within seconds of each other, our bodies as attuned to each other as our souls.
