Cue in flaming cheeks as a blush steals my breath away.
“Yeah, you do,” he says, and just then, he tugs and twists my hardened nipples and I gasp. “You knew I could get you there. You trusted me to show you how to love yourself.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Even when you hated me, didn’t know what to do with me, you knew I was the only one who could tap into that devious mind and show you how to let go.”
Oh God, yes.
Julian has always had the ability to disarm me of everything just like he’s doing now as he continues to twist and tug my hardened nipples over my shirt.
He runs his calloused thumbs over my nipples while holding my gaze, daring me to look away.
We’re right outside, any of the guards can see us. Just one glance at us and anyone can see what’s happening but for the first time since being kidnapped and abused by Sean and Shane Matthews, I don’t give a damn.
“You know it’s always been me for you,” Julian rumbles in my ear.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I love it when you say yes to me.”
I love it when he makes me surrender control to him, but still secure in his alpha tendencies to make me feel empowered, beautiful and safe in his arms.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Julian,” he murmurs against my lips. “There’s no need to call me God in public.”
This. Guy! With one hand alternating between sensually tugging at my breasts and another sliding down to my skirt in front of our new home which I haven’t seen the inside of yet, I feel him slip his hand into the waistband.
He finds me soaking wet and easy access. But he pauses, then slips his fingers out again. My eyes flash open.
“Julian, please. Don’t tease me.”
He smirks.
“When I touch you there and fuck you with my fingers, I know your pretty little greedy cunt will grip them tight, hungry for what I can give it, wanting to come as hard as you know I’ll make you.”
“Oh yes,” I whisper
“I need to reacquaint myself with your body, and you need to see understand mine again,” Julian says. “Because we’re not the same anymore.”
A shudder rocks through me when he leans in, looking into my eyes, then to my lips as his fingers travel down my body and then slips in my panties, pushing them aside again, until he gets to my sleek, wet and clenching pussy.
My core tightens with tension.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mia, every inch of you” He plumped one breast in his hand before taking my nipple into his mouth. “And if I have to spend the rest of my life proving that to you, giving you your confidence back, then I will.”
With that, he plunges two fingers in and thrust five times in a relentless staccato, hitting my G-spot with ease.
“Fuck,” I cry out, but he silences me with a kiss so scorching, I feel like I’m being consumed from within.
This time when he kisses me, the lash of his tongue in my mouth is so wicked, so sensual, so devastating that I feel like I’m close to falling part and he has barely touched me.
I feel my core tightening with each thrust and when he adds another finger, I can’t stand it anymore.
I want more of him. I feel greedy and reckless, sliding my hands up his body, feeling each muscle of his sweat dampened skin clench.
I want to disarm him as he so easily does me, desperate to relearn him so I can make up for all the lost time we suffered, when I should’ve been doing this with him, instead of trying to be some sort of martyr.
I start searching for the spots that make him growl and moan and lose control, reckless abandon taking over as I scissor my legs with his, giving him more access.
“Baby we’re in still outside,” he whispers in my ear, his words a cross between an orgasmic growl and the one sin that will take me to the depths of hell.
And I really don’t give a damn.
“We’re hidden.”
“Yeah, but I can’t share you like that, not in any fucking way because baby, you’re loud when you get hot for me. That still hasn’t changed, and it won’t ever change.”
“But I’m ready,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m so ready.”
Through it all he doesn’t once falter in his ministrations, thrusting in me, harder, faster, with ease and a twinkle in his eyes that lets me know he’s thoroughly enjoying this.
“I know you are, but I can’t take you here.”
“You’re killing me.”
“You have a tight cunt and your moans are fucking loud when I drive you insane. Besides, I want you in my bed the first time we’re in this house.”
And with that, Julian, lifts me up bridal style and soon, we’re past the double oak doors and into a perfectly lit house that I don’t really notice because all too soon, we’re in a large, beautiful room. But all I see, is the huge, fluffy bed.
When he puts me down, I scramble to get up, wanting to do something I’ve always wanted to do but never actually had the chance.
Julian watches me intently as I drop to my knees.
The dark, turbulent look he gives me is so wicked, I die.
“It’s my turn this time,” I whisper.
“You don’t have to…”
What I felt for him in that moment, seeing that look in his eyes and the pools of heat in them, it’s so intense it was unbearable. “I want to show you how much I missed you,” I whisper. “I want to show you how much I appreciate you.”
He leans down, grabs my jaw and kisses me deeply, licking into my mouth in that way of his that drives me wild.
I fumble to unzip him and take him out, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. He doesn’t stop making the blood in my veins roar violently as my pussy clenches hard. I want to make him feel good, but he’s hell-bent on my making me come with just a kiss.
“My turn, Julian,” I whisper hoarsely, pulling back. I manage to unzip hi. Then with measured, slow movements, I look up, hold his gaze, then reach in and take his hardness out, gripping his thick, long cock in my hand, then I place a soft kiss on the purplish head.
“Fuck, Mia,” he hisses. There’s precum already spilling into my hand. He really does want to fuck me.
Everything about him turns me on. This man, he has every piece of my heart and now that he’s here with me, I’m starting to feel whole again.
From the way he looks and feels beneath my hands to the way he watches me, his hands running through my hair possessively, I can feel his greed and the silent demand he’s made on my body.
And suddenly, I want to pleasure him.
I want to give him the night of his fucking life and return the forcefulness with which he pleasures me back to him with all the loving I can give.
I take him in my mouth, licking softly and first, then I go all the way. I hollow my cheeks and draw rhythmically, pulling back to lick the plush head.
“Shit, Mia,” Julian groans above, fisting my hair in his hand, tugging at it with a bite of pain. “Suck it, baby.”
I do as I’m told. I hold his cock with both hands, doing my best to suck and blow as best as I can. He’s so big, but I love the silky softness of his cock. I love his clean scent and I love the way he moans above me, giving me praise. I feel the vibrations of his groans ripple through his entire body and into mine.