Page 109 of Healed Hearts

“Feel good?”

“I think so.”

I think so.That would be the cutest thing ever if it didn’t break my fucking heart. “Let’s see if I can make you feel better, huh? Can we change positions?”

He nods without hesitation. Fuck, I love how much he trusts me. I pull my finger free of his body and roll onto my back. “Come straddle my chest.”

He looks at me for a second, but ultimately does what I ask. His cock bobs in my face and I tilt my head so I can drag my lips over the slick head. He groans, his hips thrusting forward. I bring a hand up, slipping my finger back inside of him, then open my mouth. He looks down at me with wide eyes, so I stick my tongue out a little, hoping he gets the memo. He does. Grasping the base of his dick, he places the thick head on my tongue. I pull my finger out and gently press back in, watching his face as his eyes roll back and his hips shift. “Oh,” he whimpers, thrusting again, dragging his cock along my tongue.

My cock throbs where it lays heavy on my stomach. Fuck, why does everything about this man fucking undo me like this?

I close my lips around the head of his cock as I use my finger to rub against his prostate. He’s leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into my mouth as his hips rock, needing no encouragement this time to thrust into my mouth.

I groan, dropping my other hand to my dick to rub it. I won’t be embarrassing myself this time, thank you very much. If I come while doing this, I’m going to damn well at least come off like it was because of my hand and not the sexy as sin man who’s currently rocking back and forth on my finger and nudging the back of my throat with his cock.

“Can you do another?” he asks, shuddering hard as I swallow around the head of his dick.

I pull my finger out before gently and slowly working two into his body. He goes taut for a second as he processes the extra pressure, and then he’s working his way into my throat and grinding back against my hand.

I seek out his prostate, rubbing over it. His hips falter and he groans, his head falling back. “Oh fuck. Oh, holy fuck.”

I keep the steady pressure on his prostate as his hips shift back and forth. He’s falling apart at the seams, body shaking, seemingly unable to decide if he wants to fuck my throat or my fingers. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s letting out soft little moans, his hand working over the base of his cock as he drags it over my tongue. “Gonna come. Oh fuck. Julian.” He drags my name out on a long moan, his body pitching forward as he braces himself on the headboard, shooting thick ropes of cum down my throat. I stroke myself twice, and I’m gone, covering my stomach and hand in cum, groaning around his cock. I let my fingers slip free of his body as he pulls out of my mouth, shuddering with oversensitivity. He glances down at me with bright, earnest eyes. “Can I make you come too?”

“Sure. Next time. If I ever manage to not shoot the second you do.”

He giggles. “I guess it could be worse. You could find me repulsive.”

Not a chance in hell of that. He’s honestly too damn attractive for his own good, and probably mine too. “No way, darlin’. I could never find you repulsive.”

He grins, swinging his leg over me and flopping down beside me on his back with a sigh. “You know, I believe that, actually.”

I could honestly cheer with the feeling of victory that statement gives me. Such a massive change from just a few short weeks ago when he was genuinely worried and concerned that I found him disgusting. I know it may just be temporary and hemay be riding the high of his orgasm, but still. I’ll take it. “I’m glad. Because I don’t. Not even a little. I think you’re perfection.”

He giggles. “I thinkyou’reperfection.” I couldn’t stop the cheesy-ass grin from spreading across my face if I tried. “But I do have a question.”

“What’s that?”

“You still want to, right? Top me? I think I still really want you to. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I talked to Ro, and we did the things.”

I reach over to grab the towel on the floor beside the bed to clean myself off because even though I just spent at least an hour touching every inch of his skin, I need him back in my arms like now. Huh, maybe he’s not the only one that’s clingy. “C’mere.” He rolls toward me, plastering his body to my side. Once he’s settled, I answer his question. “I definitely want to. You just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Okay.” He’s quiet for a long while, so long that I’m convinced he’s asleep when he speaks. “No one has ever touched me that way before. Like with the massage. I really liked it.”

I smile into the dark room. “Me too, darlin’. I love you.”

He sighs, wrapping his arms around my waist and snuggling in closer. “I love you too, Jules.”

When the sun rises and I wake up, Holden’s still in my arms. His face is tilted toward me, peace and contentment etched into his features. His hair, like every morning, is an absolute fucking mess. He looks so damn gorgeous.

I try to extricate myself from his hold so I can get up and start on breakfast, but he’s having none of it. His grip on me tightensand his nose scrunches up. After a couple of seconds of debate, I decide that there’s no reason breakfast can’t wait.

I brush my thumb along his cheek as I watch him sleep. I can’t believe he agreed to move in with me. It was kind of a spontaneous decision on my part, but the second the words flew out of my mouth, I couldn’t regret it. Besides, Idowant him here. I want to share this beautiful, sometimes terrifying life with him. He came storming into my life and caught me in his spell and now I’m trapped, unable to get away. Not that I’d want to.

My eyes grow heavy as I stare at his face, so I close them. Nothing wrong with soaking in this time with him before Wren wakes up and demands food. Maybe it can be a cereal breakfast day.

Before I know it, I’m blinking awake again. A quick glance at the clock shows that it’s after 10:00 a.m. A rush of panic hits me so quickly that I sit straight up in bed, practically throwing Holden off me.

He groans, sitting up beside me. “What the hell?”

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