We haven’t even started yet, and I’m already shivering with anticipation. I don’t even have to think about how badly I want to be in this situation. I’ve seen myself in this state hundreds of times.
Just about anything Julian does is bound to make me swoon. He’s breathtaking to look at. It’s unfair that I’m overly aroused just looking at his beautiful body.
My gentle lover lays me on the bed and stands at my feet, gazing lovingly at me. There’s no running back now.
“You’re going to be the death of me. I’d imagined you like this, but I had no idea I’d actually spread you in my bed.”
He felt the same way about me but since when? Was it when we kissed? Or was it when we first met? That’s impossible.
My inner thighs itch with excitement. I desperately want to feel him back in my arms right now. “I can say the same thing.”
His mouth twitches. “Good. Then I don’t have to hold back.” He creeps onto the bed and stoops over me.
His knuckles caress my cheek. “I like your hair this way,” he purrs. “Spread across my pillows. You are a stunningly attractive woman, Anya, but you don’t seem to realize it.”
It’s not the first time he’s described me as beautiful—not that I don’t think I am. I had suitors before, but I didn’t have time to care about them until I came to Whitlock. I tried to be open to the possibility of being happy with someone again. After all, I still appreciate a man’s compliment.
Julian deftly lifts the hem of my shirt, revealing my bare stomach to his gaze.
I simply let him. I like how he’s unblinking and has a tortured look on his face as if I’m the source of his need. With each touch of his fingers, my breathing becomes rougher. I’m already aroused, and he’s only just started his moves.
He gently pulls my shirt off my head. Fortunately, I wore my best lingerie tonight. The ones in black.
Damn. I’m shaking. My nipples are poking through the fabric of my bra.
He growls under his breath as he runs his hands only to my stomach, then traces his fingers down the length of my torso to the edge of my jeans.
“How precious.” His fingers wander over to my buttons, but then he stops. “Are you sure about this?” His voice is hoarse and desperate, and he never breaks eye contact. His mesmerizing gaze is enough to persuade me.
With a silent gasp, my trembling mouth opens. “I’m all yours.”
His expressions are both lust-filled and enthralled. “I’m asking because I want to know if you’re completely willing. Do you agree?”
I nod as I watch him play with my zipper. “I agree. Julian, you’ve always been courteous. You always seek my approval for everything. I like it.”
“I don’t want you to feel like you’re being forced.”
“You’ve never had.”
Julian lowers the zipper on my jeans after unbuttoning me. He gets out of bed again and slowly pushes my pants and panties off my legs.
He stills, staring at me with intimate intensity, and I see many emotions in his eyes: passion, admiration, desire... erotic desire.
“That’s a pretty pussy.”
A huff forms in my mouth. He’s becoming more daring by the minute. “Do you mind if I say your beauty like that?”
His words alone are a major source of arousal for me. “If it’s you, I feel beautiful. Say whatever you want.”
“Good, because that’s something I intend to do more later.” He lifts his shirt over his head.
There. I get a churning knot in my stomach whenever he does something sensual. And while I thought he was stylish in his fancy outfits, seeing him bare is a whole new level.
His broad shoulders, pecs, and abs are all well-defined, and his chest is spotless, smooth, and evenly tanned. It’s strange how the sight makes my mouth water, but my throat is parched.
My gaze follows him as he undoes his sweatpants and boxers. My stomach has become restless. I’m drawn to his strong, muscular thighs and legs before stopping on the nerve-racking length of his manhood.
I immediately wondered if that would fit deep inside me. My ex-boyfriend isn’t this... huge. I gulp hard.
“I’m going to ask you just so I know what to expect,” he says roughly. “This can’t be your first time, can it?”
I shake my head.
I notice his chest relaxing slightly.
“Disappointed I’m not a virgin?”
His brow furrows. “I’d never care about that, but if you were, I’d stop here.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure how to handle you.” He approaches the bed and re-positions himself on top of me. He plants a small kiss on my nose.
I place my palms on his shoulders. “Then I’m glad I’m not.”
He growls inwardly. “But I’m certainly jealous of the man who had you first.”
“Not going to ask who it is?”
“Oh no. I already figured.”
And with that, he takes my mouth in a hungry, greedy kiss with those ardently pronounced words. His weight presses against me, and I can’t breathe.
Julian continues to lunge into my mouth, causing me to groan. “Your reactions still reflect a piece of innocence,” he murmurs, finally releasing my lips. “That made me curious.”
“Still virgin enough for you?”
He smiles tenderly. “I think you’re just vocal.” His mouth grazes the side of my neck. “In fact, I’m looking forward to many ways I can please you.”
When he kisses me again, I sigh with delight. His lips move slowly on my skin this time, coaxing, savoring... I’m already addicted to his deft kisses, and I love how he holds me in his arms and the hunger he shows with each touch.
I’m still trying to process how incredible it is that Julian, this mysterious, brilliant man, wants me. I don’t have time to think about it. Instead, I’m giving myself up to him and relishing every ounce of passion I feel in my body. I try to get closer to him by arching up to his body and holding on to him.
My body is as hot as his, and my breath becomes thicker with lust. His shaft’s velvety head has reached my stomach. I lick my lips, unable to take my eyes off his throbbing cock.
“Keep looking at me that way, Anya, or I’m going to finish this quickly,” he warns.
“Please don’t,” I beg. “I like what you’re doing.”
“Are you sure this isn’t your first time? It feels like that to me,” he says tersely.
“It’s just... After only having sex three times in my life, I felt like it wasn’t that special,” I confess. “I now realize that’s not the case.”
It was good, yes, because Kristoff was nice to me. The foreplays, however, did not last. He’d just pull out of me, leave me on the bed, and shower whenever he was done.
Julian is only kissing and caressing me, but it feels like we’ve been making out for a long time.
“But we hadn’t had sex yet.”
I chortle. “I know. I guess I’m still inexperienced.”
“Just what the hell did he do?” he muffles before bringing his gaze back to mine. “I will take good care of you, that I can promise.”
His lips move down the line that runs across the upper curve of my breasts. “I’ll have to make sure I satisfy you as well.” He traces his fingers around the swelling round of my breast, making me shiver.
He then deftly unhooks and tosses my lacy bra, exposing my plump breasts. He cups both of them, shaping, pushing up, and making them look fuller.
I scream his name even louder. “Julian!”
“God,” he mutters. He stoops his head and runs his tongue over each hard nipple, constantly skimming the peak before drawing it into his mouth.
My fingers pull his hair as I clutch his head to my breast. I whimper and moan as he continues to devour my breasts. “Yes, please, more. That feels really good.”
His hand reaches down to my stomach, to my bare, sensitive flesh. Thank goodness I remembered to shave!
“I’m going to taste you right here,” he rasps, his voice harsher than usual but still music to my ears. He takes a step back and bends on the floor. He groans as he rims my opening with his tongue, tasting me for the first time.
I let out an astonished cry, my hips flailing wildly, so he firmly held me in place.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“No. It feels great. It’s only that...” When his mouth returns to my slit, I moan. “Oh gosh!”
“Yes?”
“I’ve never...” I mumble. “I’ve never had an oral before.” Having him between my legs is incredibly erotic.
He raises his head, surprised by my confession. “Never?”
“Yes, and in case you’re wondering, that’s vice versa—ohh!”
I lay my head back on the pillow and shut my eyes. I’m dripping wet against his mouth. Julian’s tongue leisurely licks my opening. I clutch a handful of his hair to steady myself.
The stimulation of his tongue causes my body to wiggle, and an electrifying pulse begins to throb in my stomach.
“Julian...”
“I know, precious. Come...”