I let out a high-pitched moan as I reach my climax. God, I’ve never had such a hard orgasm before.
Julian gently bites my butt cheek. “That was sexy,” he rasps, his words becoming bolder and coarser than usual. He repositions himself on top of me. “I’m going to be inside of you, precious, as deep as I can get.” He runs his hand up the side of my leg.
“Please. I’d like that.” My folds beg to be touched now. I’m too drenched with my own juice.
I cry hard as he slides two fingers deep into my soaked opening again.
“I’m just checking to see if you’re ready, and it seems you are. Tell me if this makes you feel uncomfortable, yes?”
My head lands on the pillow. “It’s good. Please go ahead.” I imagined this in my head while touching myself, thinking it was his fingers, and now I’m here. It’s happening right now.
He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of my opening as he kisses my lips. His thumb finds my clit.
“Julian!” I exclaim. My hips move in sync with each thrust of his fingers and stimulation of his thumb on my bud. I’m on the verge of another wild orgasm that makes my entire body writhe in pleasure.
My core convulses around his thick fingers, determined to continue pleasing me... Massaging and stroking...
I’ve come again. I’m stunned and almost lost for words.
“Do you want me to continue?” he asks.
“You don’t need to ask. I want more.”
“God, what did you do to me.”
To my surprise, he rolls me over. He then eases me onto my hands and knees, my buttocks exposed in front of him.
“Are you okay?”
“This is my first time in this position.”
“Really?” His tone is surprised and delighted. His gentle touch on my hip does nothing to ease the suspense. “I’ll take care of you.”
I hear a drawer opening, followed by the tearing of foil. I glance behind me and notice Julian sleeving a condom around his fully erect cock. He then starts entering my opening.
“Oh, my! Julian! I don’t think—” I complain feebly but have no intention of resisting. I just feel completely exposed, unsure if I can handle his length.
He hushes. “It’s okay.” He gently enters his cock all the way inside of me. As he caresses my waist, he softly kisses my nape. “Oh, precious. You’re so damn tight. Am I hurting you?”
“No, it feels good. I feel so full.” I pant heavily as he now thrusts in and out of me.
He grunts, holding my waist as he moves inside of me at a rapid pace. He is tuning into a frequency, and the intensity of his movements is becoming more intense.
As he pounds deeper into me, hitting the most sensuous spot in my core, my gasps and moans become screams. I feel like I’m going insane.
Julian is making love to me, but his movements are ruthless. I can feel it in my flesh, bones, and soul... This compassionate man has his own way of showing me how he feels.
He then flips me over, his length still impaled on me. He’s like a demigod—graced by the gods because of his luscious, perfectly chiseled body.
“I’d like to take a good look at you.” We both breathe raggedly as a delicate gleam of sweat mists our bodies.
My moans grow in tone and volume as he moves in and out of me. Then he lifts my leg on his shoulder, raising me, and the sensation intensifies and becomes unbearable. I’m feeling even fuller.
“God, the sounds you make,” he exhales.
“Mmm,” I whimper as he massages my clit with his thumb while twisting my nipple with his left fingers. He’s stimulating too many places, overflowing the pleasure in my womb. It’s all too much. I tremble as he thrusts me hard.
His pace quickens again until I feel his cock convulse inside me, and I know he climaxes seconds later. His eyes are tightly shut as he grumbles like a savage beast, spilling himself into me as his body shivers.
But he doesn’t stop. He stares into my eyes, unblinking, as his hips slap against mine. The tremor inside of me then explodes. The remaining strength in the knees and thighs deteriorates.
Julian pulls the condom from his shaft and disposes of it, and we collapse into each other’s bodies. I throw my arms around him, struggling to regain normal breathing.
“Are you all right? I hope I wasn’t too harsh.”
“No, that was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I had no idea I was capable of such a feeling.”
Julian rises and caresses my cheek with his knuckle. I like the way he smells. He smells like fresh sex and sweat, and his light cologne is mixing. “You’re feeding my ego too much.”
I trace his shoulders with my hands down his chest before kissing his cheek. “No, it’s true. This is different, and I couldn’t get enough of it.”
“I intend to do this again.” He gives me a gentle kiss. “You can even ask me if you want it.”
“Whenever I want?”
“Anytime.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I thought I was spoiling you, but it’s the contrary. Let’s get you clean.”
I exhale a surprised sigh as he scoops me into his arms and leads me into his opulent bathroom. The floors have some heating, which keeps my bare feet warm while Julian turns on the shower faucets and gets up towels.
He pulls me into his arms beneath the soft sprinkles of water once we’re inside. Despite the pleasant warmth of the shower, I quiver.
“I can’t believe you’re here now. I used to picture you here with me,” he says softly, smiling.
“May I ask you something?”
“Yes, beautiful. What is it?”
“When did you realize you liked me?”
The pad of his thumb brushes up against my cheek. “To give you an accurate timeline, I knew I liked you the first time we spoke two years ago.”
My eyes widen. “At the competition?”
“Mm.” He skims the hair that is on my face. “I didn’t simply like you back then, Anya. I desired you.”
“Unbelievable.”
His bewildering revelation makes my head spin.
Me? Julian Sebastian desires me just as I desire him.
Me? Someone they call nobody? I suppose my memory is still rusty. I don’t understand.
“What’s going on inside that beautiful mind, mm?”
I chuckle. “I’m thinking about you.”
His brow furrows. “While in the shower with me?”
My palms brush against his smooth chest. I still can’t believe he’s mine. “Hey, but if you wanted me back then, why didn’t you tell me like you did now?”
“I was waiting for the perfect timing,” he simply says, not really answering my question.
“Please don’t tell me you came here because of me,” I joke.
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Would you believe me if I actually did?”
“No, that is not possible.” I shake my head. “Please, don’t confuse my mind more than it already is.”
“Alright. I guess it’s time to tell you some of the truth.” He strokes my arms back and forth before holding my face. “You’re one of the reasons I chose Whitlock,” he admits.
My heartbeat intensifies, and a fluttering twist moves through my stomach.
“But it’s not just because I know you’re there,” he continues. “Another school offered me a position. Juilliard.”
“Juilliard! But it’s also a great performing arts school. Why didn’t you go there?”
He briefly releases me so he can grab the soap. “Because Henry, Stella’s brother, teaches theater arts there.”
I realize I know very little about Julian when I hear the name of his ex-fiancée. Of course, I know specifics about him, but they are easily accessible on the internet. Some things I only discovered after getting to know him better, such as his gentlemanly demeanor.
Nonetheless, I’m curious about what happened to him and Stella, why he stopped producing music and left Sebastian Records, and why he became a professor. But I’m keeping those questions to myself for now. I just want to enjoy the moment.
“So you went to Whitlock instead,” I conclude.
“Yes, and I knew you were there.”
“Do you know what happened to the other scholarship students?”
“Every panel does.” He smiles and begins to apply body wash to my body, that I’ve always smelled on him.
He comes up behind me and rubs the soap on my shoulders. His soapy hands then coax my breasts. When his fingers play with my nipples, I let out a sigh of pleasure. His cock erects almost instantly, and it’s pressing against my ass.
“Let’s make sure you’re clean all over,” he says as he takes the shampoo and lathers it into my hair. His deft fingers caress the bubbles on my head.
I moan. “That’s so good, Julian.”
I wonder if he bathed Stella this way, but the intrusive thought makes my heart ache. Why did she need to be a celebrity and so well-known? I wouldn’t have been so self-conscious. I shut my eyes and close my thoughts as his fingers trace every part of my body.
Julian quickly washes himself and then grabs towels to dry me off. I insist on doing it myself because I don’t want to be spoiled. After that, I wrap a robe around my body.
“Let me see you.” He takes a step back to assess me. “My robe looks huge on you. I should probably have Fred go shopping for some clothes for you to wear tomorrow.”
“Oh, no. I can just wear whatever you give me and change at home tomorrow. After all, I can buy my own clothes.”
He smiles. “Okay, if you insist. But first, let’s get you dry. I’m not done with you tonight...”