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"Consider me your coach," he declares, a devilish grin playing on his lips. As he slides a thick finger inside of me, my back instinctively arches, pressing my sensitized breasts against the firmness of his chest. It feels like static electricity is showering my body. I just…need him. Every inch of him.
His exhale sounds like sin. “You’re so tight.”
It feels tight until he starts to wiggle his finger and circle my clit with another. Then I feel looser, fuzzier, dazed like a puppy in a window, eagerly wagging its tail at the sight of its owner.
My hips are moving naturally to chase more of that feeling. I'm riding his hand, and I could care less because, my god, it feels like heaven.
“You want more?” he murmurs, his tone dripping with playful seduction.
I nod fervently, my plea almost a whisper. “Yes…Julian, please.”
He adds another finger and pushes them in and out, widening them as he does so. “Oh…god... Julian. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t hesitate. Bending down, he covers my nipple with his lips and sucks forcefully. The sensation shoots through me, and I come on his hand harder than I ever have with my toys. He catches my moans in his mouth, kissing me with a broad, satisfied grin.
“Mmm, I love the taste of your cries,” he whispers, the words dripping with dark, sensual delight.
I’m done.
This is heaven, but his words are sins that are dragging me back down to earth, where he continues to ravage me.
Julian leans back on his haunches, watching me as I regain a somewhat normal breathing rhythm. He slowly raises his hand and sucks his fingers into his mouth.
Hold on. Rewind. I'm not prepared for that!
I try to clench my legs shut, but his knees stop me. His eyes look down at my body on display for him. He dips slightly, his hands widening over my thighs, and then he bends down, running his tongue between my folds like he’s tasting the sweet delight of chocolate candy.
There’s a strange sound in the room, deep and guttural moans that I realize are coming from me! I wrap my forearm over my mouth and bite down, trying to survive the pleasure that is going to drown and overtake me. He’s done this before, but each time, it keeps getting better.
Between circling his tongue around my clit, he adds another finger, hitting my bullseye on a spot that I can rarely find. He’s made me come before, but never from hitting my G-spot. And…it’s so different, like a force that doesn’t just blast around you, but rather, through you.
I might actually erupt, my body igniting into flames, and then in one of those sci-fi movies, my ashes will just float up and poof away. I’ll be reborn.
That’s what an orgasm from Julian feels like.
He leans up, his lips wet and slick with my arousal, a wide, confident grin plastered on his face. I stare at him, panting like a couch potato who hasn’t moved in a week.
“I can’t believe you did that.” Did I just say that? Yeah, I did. He’s used to it.
“Why?” he beams.
“You found my g-spot,” I say, deadpan.
He grins with a devilish glint in his eyes. “I’m good at playing hide and seek, Pumpkin.” He licks his lips. “I’ll always find you, Poppy. Always.”
The sound of my swallow rivals a sonic boom. “And what if I...” I bulge my eyes and look lower.
“What?”
“What if I taste... you know...”
He licks his lips. “You taste like the woman I love.” He bends down and kisses me, letting me taste myself.
“Do you want me to stop? Is it too much?” he asks genuinely.
“No, I don’t want you to stop, even though I’m practically DOA right now.”
He snorts playfully. “Well, I better revive you,” he replies. He reaches to the side and grabs a condom from his nightstand. I shouldn’t watch as he rolls it on, but I can’t look away. He’s magnificent, like a huge storm that will destroy parts of you, but you’re a lovesick fool who loves watching thunderstorms anyway.
