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“I like yours too,” Julian says darkly, grabbing a fistful of my hair at the root and giving it a gentle tug that sends a wave of desire rolling down my body. “Always have.”
With a gentle push on his chest, I release myself from Julian's grasp and sit myself upright. There's just enough room in this oversized chair for me to straddle his lap, and he readily accepts the shift in position, sliding his hands up my legs to cup my ass.
My hands now free, I quickly remove my sweatshirt, revealing the thin bralette underneath, and silently thanking the universe that I decided to wear cute underwear this morning.
Julian stifles a grunt as his eyes trail the length of my torso, then his lip fall to my shoulder, planting kiss after kiss along my bare skin as he makes his way down toward my breast. “You are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” he murmurs.
I’m grateful that Julian is preoccupied enough not to notice the hot flush spreading over my face at his words. He kisses me over the fabric of my bralette once, twice, before closing his mouth around my covered nipple. The roughness of his tongue over the wet fabric draws an involuntary cry from my throat as the muscles in my core begin to stretch and clench.
I can't help but grind against him as Julian continues to tongue my nipple, occasionally biting my tender flesh. His hands are wrapped tightly around my waist, anchoring me down on his solid frame.
With a growl, he tears his lips away and brings them to my ear. His breath is warm against my skin, and I nearly collapse at the sound of his low and guttural voice.
“Take your pants off.”
I spring from his lap, quick to follow his command, and shimmy my sweats down to the floor. Just as I step out of them, Julian lifts his shirt over his head, revealing the glorious canvas I've previously only caught glimpses of.
His olive skin is stunning, stretched tight over his brawn, muscled torso. His broad shoulders and sculpted arms are all ornately decorated with ink just as beautiful as the frescoes I've spent hours restoring. Each piece as much a part of him as his eyes or his hands.
“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he says, but it's the same thing I was thinking about him.
In one step, Julian is out of the chair, closing the distance between us. His bare skin is warm against mine, shielding me from the chilly storm air as he begins to walk me backwards toward the couch.
In a flash, I’m on my back, Julian hovering above me like some dark angel cloaked in shadow. The pressure of his body on mine is so unfairly arousing that I can't stop the moan that slips out when he presses his thigh against my center.
And then all at once he's gone, the loss slicing over my skin like ice. I prop up on my elbows just in time to see Julian step out of his pants and kick them aside. My tongue feels swollen in my mouth and my throat painfully dry as I drag my eyes down the rest of his perfect body, lingering over the impressive bulge in his boxer briefs.
I’ve always wanted to see him like this, and I can’t even take the time to process it as reality. I want him too badly. I need Julian like I need my next breath.
He pauses for a moment, checking in. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I manage to whisper, reaching for him.
Julian takes my hand and rejoins me on the couch, settling his hips between my legs before burying his face in my neck. “Just tell me to stop at any point, okay?”
Using his hair for leverage, I tug his face back to mine. “I don't want you to stop,” I pant. “I want this. I want you.”
There's a flicker of something indiscernible in his eyes, and then he's everywhere: my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. Kissing me, tasting me, worshipping my body with his hands and mouth. His fingers find their way between my legs, discovering the damp cloth of my underwear. His expert ministrations—and the leftover tension from this morning's unfinished business—have me wet and wanting already. I'd be embarrassed if I weren’t so utterly consumed with desire.
Julian fixes me with an incapacitating stare, his dark eyes never leaving mine as he slowly, but deliberately, hooks his fingers around the waistband of my panties, dragging them down the length of my legs, and then tossing them to the floor.
My pussy is throbbing, aching, desperate to be filled with him, and the need only gets worse as Julian removes his own underwear. His cock matches his body perfectly; long and thick and beautiful. I reach out to touch him, wrapping my hand around his length, and shivering at the smoothness of his hot, delicate skin.
Another day, when I'm not seconds from exploding, I'm going to take my time exploring and admiring this part of Julian. But right now, I need him inside me.
Julian lowers himself back to me quickly and smoothly, uniting us with a kiss as he aligns himself at my entrance. My hips buck at the slightest touch from his head, and I feel as if I'm going crazy with need. The moment, filled with blazing anticipation, stretches on, blinding desperation mounting with every passing second.
“You're sure?” Julian asks one last time.
“Yes, dammit!” I cry, exasperated, and then he finally pushes inside.
The sound that escapes me is almost inhuman, driven by an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and relief. Julian's expression contorts into one of beautiful devastation as our bodies adjust to one another. The stretch of him inside me is almost painful, but in the very best way.
His unsteady breath as he finally begins to move floods me with satisfaction, knowing he's experiencing the same overwhelming gratification as I am. I rake my fingernails down his back as he finds his rhythm, and his head falls forward with a groan, his hair obscuring his face from view.
That won’t do. I'll be damned if I miss one second of his beautiful expressions. My hands immediately reach for his face, smoothing his sweaty hair away so I can enjoy the full view of him.
I’m on fire. From my palms down to the soles of my feet, every nerve in my body buzzes as we move together as one. Years—decades—of sexual tension and longing brought us to this moment. I've been wanting this, wanting him for so long that I can't hold back.
