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I nod. His eyes hold mine, wanting my words. “I want you to show me what love is, Julian. Teach me how to love you.”
He begins to walk us to his room. His lips kissing and sucking my neck so hard I feel it in my core. “I don’t need to teach you how to love me, Pumpkin. You're doing that already. But I’ll show you what my love feels like.”
As soon as we enter his bedroom, the air grows thicker. He stops kissing me; our eyes connect like an anchor to the bow of a ship, forever attached.
Slowly, he lowers me to his bed; my back hits the plush comforter. I feel like I’m on a cloud, and some god from Olympus is here to ravage me.
Julian hovers above me, his gray eyes darken to that of molten steel. “You tell me to stop any time, got it?”
“Yes,” I gulp. I reach up and pull his lips to mine again. It’s tender at first, an unhurried exploration of each other's bodies. He’s so hard where I’m soft and squishy. But I don’t feel self-conscious over my lack of muscle. He's worshiping my body with his lips.
He skillfully pops open the buttons of my shirt, revealing my breasts to his passionate gaze. A sudden shiver of cold brushes over them, swiftly replaced by the comforting warmth of his breath cascading across my skin. His lips descend with a tender urgency, capturing my nipple in a heated, wet embrace. Waves of pleasure ripple through me beneath the gentle exploration of his tongue. He then shifts his attention to the other, leaving a trail of cool air that teases my sensitized skin. This mixture of heat and coolness ignites a fervent desire within me. The sounds of his lips, soft and rhythmic against my flesh, stir an arousal so intense that I find myself almost embarrassed by the depth of my own desire.
Surely this can't be normal? If it is, I'm pissed I've been missing out. No toy I have can make my body shake like Julian does.
“You taste like my new favorite drug,” he purrs as his hands come up to cup each of my breasts, kneading them in ways that send electric shocks to my core.
“Drug addict. That’s a red flag,” I kid.
He tweaks my nipple; my head tilts to the side as I moan. “Sassy in bed. A turn-on,” he rebuts, smiling.
“Nervous,” I correct him. My heart rivals a hummingbird's. If I die of a heart attack before his dick is inside of me, it will just be a cruel joke.
He lowers his face to my stomach. “You should be. I’m going to make you forget everything,” he vows, then he licks me from my belly button, curving to the side to press his hot, wet tongue over each nipple, up and up until his tongue clashes with mine.
Dear god, have mercy. I thought he was my angel, but angels can’t move their tongues like that.
Devils do.
My hands inch up, and I peel his shirt off. Hard, taut muscle crafted through years of military training looms over me. I should have left his shirt on. He’s too much. The room is dim, but the setting sun leaks light through the curtains.
I swallow. “Can we make it darker?”
He shakes his head. “No more running, Pumpkin. I want to see you. I want you to see every inch of me.”
I know if I pushed, he'd do whatever I wanted, but he’s right. No more running.
We’re both naked now. Flesh to flesh and all that jazz. I’ve been avoiding looking at his cock. I don’t need to peek because I can feel every long, thick inch of it gliding back and forth through my wet lips. Just teasing and driving me insane.
His tip glides over my clit, and I moan. My fingers sink into his shoulder as my back arches and hips wiggle to try to get him to nudge inside.
“Do you feel how wet you are for me, Poppy?” His voice is raspy.
I nod. “I still don’t think you’ll fit,” I blurt out, then through the narrow gap of our bodies, I look down.
Huge mistake.
Huge.
There are plenty of videos scaring women about giving birth, but where are the videos warning women about allowing huge dicks to enter their bodies!
I need a video!I need breathing techniques and possibly an epidural.
Perhaps a semester of lessons because there is no way it will fit.
He chuckles as he glides his hand between us, cutting off my view. “It’ll fit just fine. I just need to get you ready for me.” His fingers begin to inch closer to my opening.
"Ready?" I murmur, my words nearly lost as I struggle to peer through the fog of ecstasy enveloping me. "Training for weeks would barely suffice. You can't simply thrust an amateur into a triathlon, Julian."
