“Oh, wow.”
“I take that as a good wow?” I challenge, dropping to my knees before her. She looks directly at me and blushes. When she nods, I lay my hands on her thighs and slowly push them apart. With her open like this, on my bed, I’m close to coming right this fucking second.
The fact that she’s wearing a pair of sweatpants makes me eager to tear them off and find out what she’s wearing underneath. That thought has me solid steel in my sweats. Running my thumbs up her thighs, I reach the apex and tease her pussy over the material, feeling the wetness seep through.
“Shit,” she mumbles as her hands fist my bedsheets.
Looking up at her from between her creamy thighs makes me smile, and I love the expression of desire that’s etched on her pretty face. I brush my thumb along her covered body once more, reveling in the heat coming off her.
“I’m going to tease you,” I tell her. “I want to watch you come apart for me.” My voice turns husky with desire as I taunt her pussy, circling her clit as she trembles on my bed. She looks good on the sheets as she shivers and smiles down at me. I tug the sweatpants down her lithe legs to find the silky material of her wet panties at my eye line.
“Oh god,” she mewls when I push the wet material to the side and see the smooth lips with a patch of dark hair just above her slit. She’s perfect, wet and needy. With both thumbs, I open her to my gaze and lean in. My tongue darts out, getting my first taste of a perfect woman.
She nearly flies off the bed when I lick her again. I hold her steady and continue my ministrations. Her arousal coats my tongue, making me hungrier than I’ve ever been for a woman, even the one I swore my vows to.
Chapter 17
Nea
Julian’s face is the picture of mischief as he teases me. My legs are already trembling, and I know I can’t hold off for too much longer. I want more, so much fucking more. And he gives it by dipping two fingers inside me, which sends me spiraling. My back arches and my whole body is shaking from the need coursing through me.
He pumps two digits into me, over and over again, and all I can think about is the impending orgasm about to rip through me. His mouth sucks on me, teasing and taunting.
When I feel his teeth graze along my clit, I nearly shoot off the bed, and I cry out his name. My release shudders through me like a thunderstorm ripping through the forest.
I see stars. I feel fireworks going off inside my veins, as if I’m sparking to life for the first time in a long while. And it has been far too long since I’ve felt this damn good.
As I’m coming down from my high, I open my eyes to find Julian standing over me, his lips still shimmering with my arousal, and his grin is pure seduction. He slowly shoves his sweatpants down, and I realize he wasn’t wearing any boxers when his cock juts out. Thick and angry, the tip seeping with arousal, and I involuntarily squeeze my thighs together.
He’s much bigger than any of the guys I’ve been with prior. And I wonder briefly just how I’m going to take that.
Julian leans over and opens the nightstand, pulling out a foil wrapper, which I watch him rip open. I’ve not really ever watched a guy do this, but seeing Julian’s big hands sheath himself makes my body even hotter than I ever thought possible.
I scoot back on the mattress as he nestles himself between my thighs. “I’ve been craving to feel you for a while.” His voice is husky, rasped with desire.
“Then you better have at it, Mr. Elliot,” I tease him, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips. It’s as if our mouths fusing is the fuel on the crackling kindle because he nudges my opening.
His movements are gentle. He slips inside me slow and steady, but with his girth and length, I feel myself stretching to accommodate him. Julian peppers kisses over my face, my cheeks, and down my neck as he sinks deeper with every thrust.
“You feel so good, Nea,” he groans when I think he’s fully seated, because he stills for a long moment. My legs are wide. He’s taking all of me, hovering over me like a man in dire need of his release. Our gazes lock, and I offer him a shy smile. He hasn’t taken my T-shirt off yet, and I wonder if he’s going to.
“Julian.” I whimper his name when he pulls out slowly, then drives back in. His hips pushing me into the soft mattress.
“I need to see you,” he tells me, moving up so he’s kneeling between my legs, our connection never broken. “Off with that shirt, now,” he orders gruffly, the words racing down my spine and to my clit. I tug at the hem, pulling the item of clothing from my body, and his dark eyes stare down at me with pure, feral hunger.
“Fuck, Nea, you’re so perfect. So goddamned perfect,” he growls, his eyes practically eating me up just with that dark stare of his.
His hands reach for my breasts, toying with my nipples as he starts moving. Thrusting into me, deeper and deeper, hitting places inside me I didn’t know were there.
I watch in awe as his abs tense and relax with every movement, how his body owns mine for those long moments. We fit together. My body molds to his, feeling every inch as he takes me harder and faster with every passing second.
My toes curl as I feel the pressure build. I’m lost to it. I
