Sex was a strange thing for me. I wasn’t one to masturbate, which my brother August had told me was odd after I’d confessed it to him one evening after I’d imbibed too much. My enjoyment came from pleasing my partner, and even that only sent a tiny spark through me.
But Wynn? Pleasing him made me harder than I’d ever been and for the first time ever, I discovered I wanted to receive from someone just as much as I craved giving.
He popped off my dick and smiled. “Want to fuck my throat?”
My brows rose. “Do you want me to?”
He snickered. “You gotta stop asking me that; I want to do what you enjoy also.”
“I enjoy you, Wynn.”
His eyes turned soft, and he bit his lower lip. “Then fuck my throat, my prince.”
Shit. My prince, he called me.I loved that. I wanted it more than anything, to be his and only his.
I gripped the sides of his head and entered his warm mouth, groaning as his tight throat squeezed my cock. I was slow at first, but the tingling in my lower back, the way my balls constricted had me taking from him, using him until I spilled and he swallowed everything I gave him like it was the elixir of life itself.
My heart thundered in my chest, and I looked down at Wynn’s brown eyes so full of joy and crouched to kiss him, to taste the two of us in one place. At that moment, I knew I’d never get enough of this man.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Wynn
After the bath,a wave of exhaustion assaulted me. Julian had dried me and carried me to his bed. I was frustrated that my energy was depleted and when I stated that fact, he just grinned and said, “Rest for a while; I’ll wake you with a surprise.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but butterflies swirled around my belly excitedly as my eyelids drooped and I slipped into a wonderful dream. At first it was sweet kisses under a sky full of stars. It morphed into Julian at my home and me introducing him to Seth and my family. My heart felt full…and then the dream changed again.
I was in bed, Julian hovering over me, peppering kisses and gentle nips across my heated flesh. My cock hardened by the second and as soon as I couldn’t take it anymore, he swallowed me whole, and it was like jolts of electricity caressing my skin in the best way. He popped off my dick, spread my legs, and began laving at my hole. I was coming apart and didn’t ever want to wake up.
Pressure pulled a moan from my lips as he gently started fucking me with his fingers. I was whimpering his name, I could hear it as if I were…Wait a minute.
My lids shot open and sure enough, Julian was really there, doing all the things in my dreams.
“Surprise.” He smiled and I wanted to say something, anything, but at that moment he pressed against my prostate, and my back arched. “So beautiful,” he hummed. “I can’t wait to fuck you. Can I, Wynn? Please say I can fuck you.”
“Yes, God, yes.”
His fingers slipped from me and I watched, transfixed, as he rolled a condom onto his seriously impressive cock. When I’d sucked it earlier, I hadn’t been able to get the whole thing in my mouth, and my hole fluttered with the need to feel him sliding inside me.
He leaned in and kissed me like a man drowning. His body on top of mine pinned me down, and as he slowly entered me, I was overwhelmed with sensations.
“Wynn.” He moaned my name like a fucking prayer. “You feel…” It was a powerful feeling rendering a prince speechless.
“Julian, more.”
He chuckled darkly and I gasped, meeting his gaze. There wasn’t a speck of silver showing, his pupils were so wide and the shadow lurking there sent a shiver up my spine. He gripped my wrists and lifted them over my head with one hand. The other spread my leg as wide as it would go, and Julian began thrusting. Every time he pumped his hips, the bed thumped against the wall. Any other time I’d have worried about the noise but every nerve ending was alive, my orgasm quickly rushing to the surface. I was so utterly under whatever spell he was conjuring. Every breath, touch, and taste was Julian.
“Come for me, Wynn. I need to feel you come, I crave it.”
Holy shit. It took two more slams to my prostate and I was coming across my stomach, my vision grew fuzzy, and for just a moment, it was as if my lungs seized.
I must have been completely out of it, because the next minute Julian was cleaning me with a warm washcloth, his eyes silver once more, and a sexy-as-sin smile painted his face.
“You’re stunning when you come, Wynn.”
The fact that my cock gave a little jolt showed how gone I was for this guy.
“You too.” Yeah, not the best response, but what even were words right now? Being woken from a sex dream to sex was mind-blowing, but what was even more earth shattering was actual sex with Prince Julian Davaros.
