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For half a second, I can’t decide what I want more—to keep kissing Julian like this, or for both of us to be naked. Maybe if I don’t say anything he’ll just do whatever it is he wants, then I won’t have to decide. I dive back into kissing him, happy to let him take the lead, but Julian isn’t having it.

He pulls back with a light kiss. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” The second he offered to stop, certainty filled me. “You can put me down. And then kiss me again.” Instead of dropping me on the bed like I half-expect, Julian turns around, guiding my legs out of the way as he sits on the edge of the bed. Deftly, he settles my knees on the bed on either side of his hips, lips tracing along my collarbones.

“I could taste your skin forever.” His words, murmured against me, pump another ounce of confidence into my veins.

“Don’t let me stop you.” I reach down to grip the edges of my camisole. Julian’s hands follow behind mine, gliding up my sides, brushing across my breasts and catching my arms as they lift above me.

His lips mark a path along my skin in the opposite direction—starting from the inside of one arm, brushing feather-lite kisses down and across my chest. I rest both arms over the top of my head, granting him permission to see and explore my body. There’s a sliver of light coming through his window. Just enough to illuminate the waves of his hair as he makes his way to my aching breasts and tease me with the lines of beauty decorating his back.

Fascinated, I watch the top of his head as he sucks and nips at one, his hand working the other. My usual apology for my barely there breasts fades away. How can I apologize when he’s treating them with such reverence? There’s no room in my head for more than his mouth on my body, the roll of our hips against each other. I sink into the sensations, pleasure building in my whole being, one drop at a time.

I can hear myself making sounds, but fuck if I know what I’m saying. The only thing ringing through my mind is variations of the word “yes.”

Releasing my breast to dive back to my lips with a growl, he lies back, bringing me with him. But I don’t want to be on top anymore. Julian’s been so careful to let me be in control, not to cage me in, to use his size against me. But right now, all I want is to be in the cocoon of his space. I want him to block out the world, to let me forget about anything other than the two of us at this moment.

Sliding back until my feet touch the ground, I stand up. Julian sits up, eyes locked on me. Self-consciousness flares for a second, but the awe in Julian’s eyes chases it away. His words seal it away in the recesses of my mind, forgotten. “You’re so fucking sexy, Frankie. How am I ever going to keep my hands off you again?”

He reaches out, hooking his fingers in the top of my panties, then pulling them down to my knees in one swift motion. The movement brings his face agonizingly close to my pussy. I sigh in relief as he takes the opportunity to bury his face in it, his tongue sliding along my throbbing clit as his hands release my legs from the confines of the last stitch of my clothes.

“You are so good at that.”

He sits up, grinning at me. “I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You taste like heaven.”

For a moment, neither of us moves, Julian’s eyes roving over me, drinking me in. “I…” I snap my mouth shut. I want him to do what he described a moment ago, but the words won’t come.

“Tell me.” He reaches out with one finger, tracing a circle on my stomach, teasing the sensitive skin below my breasts before diving straight down to cup my pussy. “I told you what I want. Tell me what you want.” His eyes narrow when I clear my throat but say nothing. “Rocky… I can guess what you want. But I don’t want to. Don’t make me, please?”

His quiet ‘please’ is what breaks the dam holding me back. “I want you on top. I want your body over mine, blocking out everything except you. Make me forget the world exists.”

Pushing to his feet, Julian stands up, our bodies nearly touching. Then his sweats are on the floor, and I don’t know which of us did it. My back hits the mattress, and he’s got me caged between his arms, his hips resting between my thighs. This kiss is deep and needy, my moans lost between breaths, my hands roaming over him, sliding across his body. His cock is heavy against my thigh. I reach between us with one hand, the other kneading at his hip, and grip it.

Julian lets out a groan so deep I feel it rumble against my chest. “I’ve been dreaming of this.”

I smile into his kiss and wrap my fingers around his length. It’s thick and hard, and for the first time in my life, I want to enjoy myself. Staying here forever is a viable option.

He slides one hand down my side before slipping a finger inside me. Pleasure shoots through me at the sensation. It’s so close to perfect, the feeling is almost what I need. “So wet.” Julian slowly pumps his finger inside me, reminding me of how good he made me feel last time, how hard I came from just his tongue and finger. But now I need more.

“Julian.” I pull back from our kiss, wanting him to see me, to see my face and know that I mean every word I’m about to say. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, just like you said.”

“Your wish is my command.” He reaches for something on the nightstand, groaning when I keep running my fingers along his cock, enjoying the silkyness of it between my fingers. “Rocky, you’re killing me.”

I grin, letting the powerful feeling of having Julian at my mercy wash through me. He rolls a condom on, then hooks one arm behind my leg, notching his cock at my entrance. With delicious slowness, he presses inside me, filling me.

Pleasure so exquisite it’s almost painful rockets through me as Julian pulls back.

“Oh, fuuuuuuck.” I dig my fingers into his back, his curse turning into a moan as he thrusts back into me.

He moves with precision, pulling out and pressing inside me in a steady rhythm. I’m tucked between his arms as he holds himself up above me, our legs tangled. My lips just reach the underside of his jaw, his beard rough against the sensitive skin as I kiss him.

Julian drops to his elbows, capturing my lips with his as he picks up the pace. His tongue finds mine as he deepens the kiss. My leg wraps around his hips, driving him into me. “Did you want me to fuck you harder, Frankie? I should have guessed after the movie that you were tougher than you looked.”

This is what I want—to feel good, to make Julian feel good. I push away any thoughts of what happens next, determined to stay in the moment. No acting, not trying to be sexy. I bury my hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping it around my fist before pulling his face close to mine. “I did tell you not to underestimate me. Now fuck me like you said you would.”

I don’t have to ask twice. Julian picks up the pace, each stroke winding me up higher and higher. My toes tingle and curl as he bottoms out inside me, especially once he hitches one of my legs around his waist, allowing him to drive home even deeper.

“God, you feel so good.” He grunts and heaves a sigh as my orgasm builds. Leaning down, he kisses me again, biting my bottom lip the same way I did to him earlier.

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