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Julian's so in control and confident, but I feel like a live wire. The anticipation is killing me. I don’t think about my past, only about the stormy-eyed man hovering over me. That’s when I shocked Julian and myself. I reach down between our slick bodies and grasp his cock. It feels hard and velvety in the palm of my hand. I guide it to my entrance, running the tip over my clit.
His eyes close. “Fuck, Poppy,” he groans.
I guide him to my entrance, then move my hips up and side to side. Right away, I feel the stretch when he begins to enter me. My hips lower, then raise again.
“I love you,” Julian says. His hands snake under me, arching my ass up, pushing him deeper.
“I love you, too,” I whisper because speaking is almost impossible. Only sounds escape my lips after.
The both of us, together, work slowly, pushing, guiding until he’s entirely inside of me. My heart is hammering. He lowers his forehead to mine, struggling not to move as he allows me to adjust to his size.
“Are you ok?” he asks through labored pants.
I nod. “I need you to move.” My body feels all tingly. I want to feel that high again.
He nods in understanding. “I’ll be gentle,” he says as he pulls out, then pushes back in.
“Julian,” I gasp at the feeling. He does it again, this time grinding down so his lower pelvis rubs against my clit.
“You feel like you were made for me, Poppy,” he admits as his thrusts become more rushed. “I’d wait a thousand lifetimes if it meant I could be with you.”
A tear rolls down my eyes; a fever builds in my body. Our hands are frantic, our eyes locked, mouths gaped open as a feral need takes control of our bodies. The sound of skin slapping fills the room.
“Tell me how it feels. I want words, Pumpkin.”
You want me to put words together? I can’t even remember what the letters of the alphabet are.
“Tight,” I moan, “Hard. So good.”
The sound of my slurred words echoes in the air, competing with his thrusts. I hear my own comments on replay and realize what he’s doing, engraving the details in my memory to erase the bad ones.
“Look how well you’re taking me. Your body is squeezing mine, sucking it back in. You want this. Crave it.” He says in a rough voice.
Dirty talk? I didn’t think I’d like it, but a surge of wetness coats his cock as it slams back into me.
“More,” I blabber, trying to move my hips to match his thrust and add more friction.
His mouth rewards me by sucking on my nipple. Hard.
“I’m gonna...” I try to say, but he just nods, unable to speak; his thrusts turn sloppy and frantic. I feel the jerk of his cock inside of me, his hips grind down, adding the pressure I need against my clit as we collide and come together.
Am I dead?
No, you're finally alive.
We lay in silence, only our heavy exhales filling the room. “Did I hurt you?” he asks with worry.
“No. It was perfect." I sigh. "I came.” More than once, too.
He stills. “You've come before.” He states with questioning eyes. Shit, he’s going to think I was faking it the other times.
“I meant I came well having sex. That has never happened before." I bite my lip. “Actually, you're the first guy to make me come. Every other time has only been with a toy.” I bashfully admit. “And it was never like that. Someone needs to make a mold of your cock because you’d sell out shelves, Julian.”
He tips his head back, and a deep laugh fills the room as he lies down beside me. He’s smiling so wide it’s infectious.
“I’m happy you never came before. I like knowing that I’m the only one who got to see you unravel.”
“Unravel? I feel boneless,” I lay limp beside him, aware we’re both naked but have no concern about what I look like at all.
