Once I’m naked, I lie back against the chaise and open my legs for him. He’s seen me naked so many times, now I no longer feel shy. If we’d done this the first or second time, I might have passed out from nerves.
“Fuck.” Julian’s husky curse pulls me back to the present. “You’re fucking everything and more.”
“Thank you.” This time I blush, because hearing someone tell me that, even now, still makes butterflies awaken in my stomach. He picks up his instruments and starts working. I don’t focus on what he’s doing, I concentrate on the scratch of the pencil, on the lead attacking the paper with harsh strokes. It’s like a melody, a symphony of creation that takes me to a place of pure happiness.
I’m thinking about the classes at college, then I find myself in Rome, walking the streets, looking at the artists that sit along the sidewalks, painting tourists. The colors, and smells, and mostly, the smiles from the people who enjoy what they see.
I don’t know how long passes, but when I blink, I find Julian looking down at me with pure hunger in his eyes.
“Are we done?” He doesn’t respond. He tugs his shirt off, then unbuckles his belt, which hits the wooden floor with a loud clank. Next to go are his pants, and soon enough, his boxers and socks are on the floor as well.
“I want your mouth,” he tells me without a please or a thank you. His hands fist at his sides when I lick my lips and take him in hand. He’s hard, smooth, and silky, and I stroke him back and forth. The tip of his cock weeps with arousal, and I lean in to lap at him like I would an ice cream cone.
Wrapping my lips around his shaft, I suck him into my mouth, tasting the saltiness of his arousal as it coats my tongue. The grunts that vibrate in his chest make me squeeze my thighs together. I feel powerful, in control, and watching pleasure etch itself on his expression has me moving faster.
My throat pulses around the tip of him as I take him deeper. Julian’s hands fist in my hair, holding me in place as his abs tense and tighten with every thrust of his hips.
He takes over, and for a moment, I allow him to until I feel it’s enough and graze my teeth along the shaft. The hiss that escapes his clenched teeth has me attempting a smile.
“Naughty girl,” he growls down at me as his hips pull back, and his cock pops from my mouth. “Your turn.” He lifts me to standing, then spins me around and pushes my back down until I’m bent over.
I feel his heat as Julian drops to his knees. His hands work me gently, opening my legs, and then his mouth is on me. Pleasure zips through every vein in my body, sparking me to life as fire turns me inside out with desire. Julian’s tongue works magic on my center, licking and lavishing me as if I were his favorite treat.
The deep rumble from his lips vibrates along my slick flesh, which has my knees wobbling. But Julian holds me up, keeping me from falling over. His fingers dip inside me, opening me, spreading my walls, and then I feel the hot wetness of his tongue dipping into me as he fucks me deep.
My fingers fist the material beneath me, and my knees buckle onto the soft cushioning, but Julian’s focus is my pleasure because he doesn’t stop. His ministrations only get faster and deeper and more intense as my gut tightens.
Two fingers slide into me, and his other hand snakes up toward my ass. Suddenly, a loud, harsh slap echoes around us, but it’s the sting on my cheek that has me yelping in shock. I never realized I’d like being spanked, but my body is responding each time he does it.
“Come on my tongue, Nea,” Julian commands from where he’s kneeling. “I want you to come hard.” His words are fuel, dripping on the glowing embers of my desire, and soon enough, I feel the coil tightening. Tension tugs at me, my muscles spasm, and seconds later, I’m screaming his name as my release shatters me.Chapter 22JulianThis woman. This fucking woman is going to drive me out of my ever-loving mind. Hearing her come so hard, screaming my name, has my blood at boiling point. I rise, taking her in as she kneels on the chaise. Her body is mine for the taking, and her taste is laced on my tongue.
My cock is hard, ready to feel her pulse around me. She glances over her shoulder, looking at me with those fuck me eyes, and I almost shoot my load right here. But I fist myself as I step closer to her. The feel of her heat sends me into orbit. My need for her only seems to burn brighter each time we’re together.