When I began working at his jacket, he helped me push it off, never breaking the kiss, though I noticed he made no move to remove his gloves.
I could feel his hands at the laces of my corset, the meticulous way he loosened them, and then the blessed relief as the tight fabric gave way. Julian pulled back to look at me, his breathing ragged.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his gloved hands cupping the weight of my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peaked under his touch as he traced soft kisses along my collarbone. The contrast of the leather gloves against my sensitive skin sent sparks of pleasure through me, and when he leaned down to draw one hardened peak into his warm, wet mouth, I arched against him with a soft cry.
I reached for the buttons of his shirt, my fingers working quickly, desperate to feel skin against skin. But when I pushed the fabric aside and saw the lean lines of his torso, the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, I paused in appreciation.
"My turn," I whispered, leaning forward to press kisses along his collarbone and the abstract colors of a tattoo there, tasting salt and something uniquely him. Julian's hands fisted in my hair, a soft groan escaping him when I found a particularly sensitive spot.
"Bedroom," he managed, his voice strained.
I pulled back, meeting his eyes. "Upstairs," I said breathlessly.
Julian lifted me from the counter, my legs tightening around his waist as he carried me toward the stairs. I peppered kisses along his jaw and neck, the friction of my bare breasts against his chest sending waves of heat through my body. I reveled in the way his grip tightened on my thighs, the quiet sounds of pleasure he couldn't quite suppress as I explored and found sensitive spots along his throat.
My bedroom was small and cozy, dominated by a queen-sized bed covered in soft linens and scattered pillows. Julian set me down gently beside it, his hands framing my face as he kissed me again, slow and thorough.
"Are you certain?" he asked one more time, his forehead resting against mine.
"I've never been more certain of anything," I replied, and meant it completely.
He looked me over as if to be sure my words were true. Then his mouth followed suit, taking his time despite my earlier protests about not wanting slow. His fingers found the waistband of my pants, and I helped him peel them away along with his own, until hestood before me in just his black boxers and those ever-present gloves, while I was left in a simple black thong.
He mapped every curve, every sensitive spot, until I was trembling with need. When he grabbed the globes of my ass with his leather covered hands and pulled me against him, I surprised him by spinning us around and pushing him down onto the bed.
I straddled his hips, grinding down against the hard length of him through our remaining barriers, drawing twin moans from both our throats.
His gloved hands found my breasts, fondling and teasing until I threw my head back with a gasp, my hair creating a curtain against the world. But Julian flipped us over before I could get too comfortable in control, and he stood to watch me from the edge of the bed as I lay spread before him. I watched him study me through my lashes and in the dim light of my room, I could finally see that while the tattoo on his chest was meant to be an abstract piece, it held an almost bird-like quality.
He must have liked what he saw because it wasn’t but a moment later when he stripped off his boxers, my body clenched at the sight of him—thick and hard, his olive skin unmarked by tan lines. When he knelt on the bed and leaned down to kiss me, I reached for him eagerly, but he pulled back with a wicked smile.
"Tell me you want this," he said, his voice rough with desire as he fisted his impressive length with his gloved hand.
"Yes, please," I breathed without hesitation.
Instead of giving me what I expected, Julian hooked his fingers around the crotch of my panties and pulled them aside as he used his other hand to lift my leg to give him access. He dove down to feast on me with his mouth. His tongue started with a slow lapping, before increasing speed.
I felt a slight pressure at my entrance, but just an inch or so in. He left it there as his mouth worked, before curling his finger, and putting pressure on just the right spot that brought me right to the edge before pulling back just as I was about to explode.
"Please, please, please," I chanted, my thighs squeezing around his head, but he drew back to blow against my sensitive flesh.
"Not yet," he murmured as his eyes found mine. And as I watched, he brought his gloved fingers—clearly glistening with my juices—to his lips. His moan had me clenching against air and an unintended whimper of need slipping from my lips.
His smile was wicked as he pulled my panties completely off and stood.
He bent to search his pants and came away with his wallet, retrieving a condom from inside, and I clenched again as I watched him roll it on with those black leather gloves still covering his hands. The sight was impossibly erotic.
But still he didn't give me what I craved. He grasped the backs of my knees with his gloved hands, pushing them back to expose me completely, then teased me, running his covered length over my slick folds without entering. He released one of my knees, and I wrapped it around him, trapping him between my thighs as he leaned down to kiss me deeply, one hand tangling in my hair while I writhed beneath him, trying desperately to get him where I needed him most.
Julian laughed softly at my attempts, even as I tightened my legs around him. "So impatient," he murmured against my throat, then moved to my breasts, sucking hard on one nipple before releasing the other knee to push my breasts together. "I bet I can get both of these perfect tits in my mouth." he teased.
I clenched hard at his words, and when he followed through, taking both of my breasts and squishing them together so he could take both peaks into his warm mouth at once, I nearly came undone. "Please, please." I kept chanting, shameless in my need.
Then suddenly he was gone, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. But before I could protest, he was there—thick and full inside me, slamming home in one powerful thrust that had me crying out as I came instantly, my body clamping down around him.
Julian continued to thrust through my orgasm, his movements sure and deep, then stilled as I came down from the high, kissing my neck. "Do you think you could cum again?" he whispered against my skin, his voice strained with his own approaching release.
"Maybe," I slurred, barely coherent. As I found his leather encased thumb in my mouth and I sucked greedily on the covered digit.
