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I smile. “You know, this is the first time we’ve done this in a bed.”

“You’re right,” he laughs. “Let’s fix that.”

He kisses me, and even though it’s a total cliché, I melt. The way he kisses sends that longing through my body, so fierce that it’s almost painful. I want him just as much as I did the day of the audition. Maybe more, now that I know just what he’s capable of.

He slides back down my body, kissing me as he goes, lips leaving tingles on my skin. And then he’s there, mouth closing over my clit, and I’m arching off the bed and into him. Julian’s tongue is a goddamn master of its art, sliding around and over and under, finding every hidden crevice of pleasure until my hands are fisted in the sheets, and I’m begging him again. But he doesn’t let me go. His mouth travels at random: a nip on my thigh, a kiss pressed to my outer lips, a flick of his tongue at my entrance, a chaste press of his lips against my clit. I never know where he’s going to touch next and it’s slowly driving me mad.


I force my fingers into his hair, pulling him against me, pleading for more. I feel his laughter instead of hear it as he gives in, mouth devouring me again. “You taste so sweet,” he murmurs against my skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever have enough.”

I can’t answer. There aren’t any words to do that. They’re all gone, driven away by his tongue. Pleasure, hot and fast rises through me and I can’t stop it. He licks into me again and again, each and every stroke driving spears of sensation through my veins. And he doesn’t stop until I’m saying his name, practically screaming it, and then I go over. I’m falling into brightness, blind and shaking, nothing existing but this pleasure and the way his mouth is on me still. Julian drinks me in, lapping up every bit of my juices and making my body shake with the aftermath.

“You’re too fucking good at that,” I tell him, echoing his words to me.

He laughs softly, leaving me only for a moment before he’s back, sheathing himself in a common. The way he puts it on, sure and steady, makes me want to watch him touch himself. I imagine him kneeling over me on the bed, stroking himself to orgasm while I touch myself, and I almost come again. I file that idea away for later—Julian did say he wanted to be here all night. God, all night. It’s going to be so fucking good.

He fits himself against me, and I moan, already sensitive and ready. Every time we do this, it feels new, and I revel in the sensation of him entering me, my body opening and accepting him. I like the way I feel filled by him, like we’re one piece that was split, and now, somehow, we’re together. He’s leaning over me now, and this position is so simple, but I feel the intimacy of it. We’re usually up against a wall, or on his desk, but this is just us.

With a final push Julian settles inside me, waiting for me to adjust to his size. He looks down at where we’re joined, and the look on his face…It’s like awe. It makes my breath go tight in my chest, something deep and powerful pulling at me. He looks up at me, and I know he feels it too.

I squeeze down on him, and I see his jaw clench. Then I wiggle my hips, and I grin at him, daring him to play with me.

Julian’s mouth crashes onto mine, his hips driving into me like the dam on his control has suddenly been broken. God, he feels so good, lips and body and cock and hands all working together with mine to create a perfect storm of pleasure. I wrap my arms around his waist, and even though it feels like I can’t, I take him deeper. I’m gasping, the tip of him hitting that place so deep that no one’s ever reached it before. I see sparks behind my eyes growing into fireworks with every stroke. My orgasm is suddenly close, everything about it crowding my senses, and I grab his shoulders.

“Too fast. Too soon.”

His mouth finds mine again, the kiss he gives me slow and languorous and totally at odds with the deep pounding of his cock. “Don’t worry, little dancer,” he whispers in my ear. “I promised to make you come all night, remember?”

I do remember, and I’m not entirely sure that a full night of him won’t kill me. He reaches between us, just tapping my clit with his fingers, and I explode. Screaming. I wrap myself around Julian, using him as an anchor as my orgasm rips through me. Fierce, devastating pleasure makes me shake, my pussy clamping down on his cock. I hear him groan, but barely through the roaring in my ears. It’s like lightning in my limbs, a bright flash, gone as soon as it came, and I fall back onto the bed, quivering.


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