He carries me to the sofa, lays me down and presses down on me, his weight perfect. I bury my face in his warm neck, breathe him in—sandalwood and rain and something uniquelyhim.
He holds me tight, like he's anchoring me to earth.
"You're safe with me," he whispers. "I swear it."
I kiss him harder. I’m telling myself that this is right.
His fingertips skim my jaw, tuck wet hair behind my ear.
"Julian…" My voice breaks. "I shouldn't."
"Then tell me to stop."
I don't.
Our second kiss is slower. Deep. Hesitant at first, then hungry. His hand splays around my waist, draws me closer.
We undress each other. Fumbling. Urgent. My wet jacket hits the floor, his shirt follows.
I barely know him. This is insane. Reckless. Everything I've been tryingnotto be anymore.
But his touch erases every rational thought, every carefully constructed wall I've built around myself since Daniel.
And God, I want this with a desperation that frightens me. I wanthim—this beautiful stranger who showed up in a convenience store like some kind of answer to a question I didn't know I was asking.
He pauses, reaches for his wallet on the coffee table. Pulls out a condom.
"You sure?" he whispers.
I nod.
He sets the condom back on the coffee table and kisses me again. He tries to be gentle at first. Sweet and tender. But he can’t quite rein himself in. Before long, both of us are breathless and moaning like animals into each other’s mouths. His hands explore every inch of me, and his mouth follows, pressing kisses along my collarbone, down between my breasts, across my belly. Each kiss makes me crave him more, makes me desperately want him inside me.
I slide my hands down his soft back, over the curve of his ass, and slide down his silky briefs. His hard-on is finally free, and I grab him desperately, wanting to feel him so hard for me.
“Fuck,” I whisper, breathless.
He buries a smile into my neck. “You like?”
“Yes…” I tell him, breathless. “What’s not to like?”
“Tell me what you want?” he teases.
“You know exactly what I want.”
He bites my earlobe gently, taking me by surprise. “I want to hear you say the words.”
Interesting. So he’s the playful, teasing type. I like it. “You want me to beg?”
He laughs softly into my hair. “Not quite.”
I’m so turned on, I feel weak. There’s no sense playing coy. I press my mouth against his ear. “I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, my heart beating a mile a minute. “Hard. And long.”
He doesn’t waste any time. He immediately slides down my body and practically rips off my white laced panties.
The anticipation is killing me as he reaches for the condom, and quickly slides it on—expertly fast. He’s obviously done this before.
I close my eyes, anticipating him entering me, but he grabs my thighs and spreads them, his hot tongue sliding against my pussy, teasing.
