"I want you," I say and lean in, my lips searching for his, finding them soft and open, his tongue right there, touching mine. My body responds immediately to the feel of it, of his hands on my bare skin. This is the moment – he told me I'd remember what he said, word for word, and I do.
"Julien," I whisper when the kiss ends, and he just sits there waiting. "Please,” but he stops me, pressing his finger against my lips.
“Shh,” he says. “Don’t say it.” He pulls me up and into his lap, kissing me deeply.
Then he stops. "This is no good," he says, his voice thick.
"What?" Alarm fills me – what's he doing? Will he reject me now in some kind of twisted revenge?
"No, this won't work." He shakes his head. "I need more light. I'm not doing this in the dark."
He stands, lifting me up with him, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me over to the office. "Vasily," he calls out. "Wake up."
Vasily sleeps on a fold-out cot in a corner of the office space. He sputters awake. I press my face in Julien's shoulder, embarrassed that Vasily will know what's happening.
"What's wrong?"
"Go sleep downstairs and turn on all the lights on your way out."
"Turn themon?"
"Yes. Hurry." Julien carries me over to the bed. "Hurry, Goddammit," he whispers in my ear. I can't stop from smiling, my body responding to the urgency in his voice.
The lights flash on, one bank after another, making me blink in pain from the abrupt change.
He lays me down on the side of the bed, leaning over me, kissing me, his kiss intense from the start, his tongue insistent. Then, he stops to pull my nightgown up and off me, so that I lie naked beneath him, my arms beside my head. He stands up, pulling my legs away from his waist, one hand on each of my knees so that I lie completely open for him to see every part of me. His face takes on such an expression of desire that I can't help but respond.
He runs his hands down the inside of my thighs, his fingers soft, slipping beside but not touching my sex, then up over my belly, sending a sensation of such lust through me that I gasp, my breath hitching in my throat.
He touches me all over, my breasts, my nipples, my neck, down my arms to my hands, kissing me as he lies on top of me for a moment, then his hands move back down again, his eyes hungry, and he starts to remove his clothes, ripping open his shirt and removing his pants, his underwear and socks. Then, his fingers explore my sex, slipping over my mound, fingers sliding between my outer lips, his thumb finding my hard clit, his groan of delight when he does, the sensation making my back arch.
"You're so perfect." He lies back on top of me, his mouth now moving over my body, kissing me, the skin on my neck where he bit me, my throat, tonguing my nipples as he cups my breasts, running his teeth softly over each nipple, coaxing them to hardness, sucking each one in turn, each time making me gasp with increased desire.
He pulls me up farther on the bed, and I lean back on my elbows, watching as he begins kissing my belly, his hands pushing my thighs apart, kissing each thigh in turn, his fingers searching out my sex, spreading me open, finding my clit once more with his tongue, the sensation so sweet that I feel momentarily dizzy and I lie back, letting the feelings of his mouth on me, his tongue on me, wash over me, building my lust even higher.
"Eve," he says, between kissing and tonguing me. "Why did you deny me for so long?"
I gasp when he slips fingers inside of me, stroking me while he tongues my clit, sucks it, and I can feel my orgasm is close.
"I'm going to—" I say, biting my bottom lip.
"Oh, no you're not," he says and stops what he's doing. "Not yet."
I groan when the sensations stop, unconsciously moving my hips, searching for the sensations of his fingers moving inside me, of his mouth on me.
"Just relax for a minute," he says. "This is too fast, even if I've waited too damn long. Breathe."
I swallow hard, trying to comply, but my flesh aches so much, feels so swollen, ready to burst, that I can't help but move just a bit.
"You're a greedy little thing," he says, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. "I like that."
I lie waiting, wanting him to continue, my breathing shallow, my body so ready.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
I'm barely able to think let alone talk,