Page 101 of Without You

He whimpers at the loss of my fingers, and his neediness makes my dick impossibly harder. Sitting back on my haunches, I take hold of Julian’s thigh, spreading him out with one hand and I slowly guide my sheathed up cock to his ass.

My heart stops, and the tightness in my chest only increases as my crown presses against his hole. Never in a million years did I envision this, but now, with his body exposed, vulnerable, and all mine, I don’t know how anything else ever felt right before this. Beforehim.

Wanting to see every moment as it plays out on his face, I focus my gaze on him and begin to push in. It feels almost impossible. He’s tight and my dick refuses to stop thickening at just the thought of being inside him.

On instinct, his body clenches, trying to stop the intrusion, and I begin to try and slide back out.

“No,” Julian rasps, reaching for my hip. “Stay.”

Blowing out a ragged breath, I slowly sink in farther, now feeling myself breach the tight ring of muscle that was so desperate to keep me out.

My body shudders as I hold his thighs up to my chest and slowly pull my hips back slightly. The angle. The grip on my cock. Everything about this is exquisite torture as I gently begin to move myself in and out of him.

“How’s that?” I ask, my body finding a sweet rhythm. “Feel me?”

Hooded, lust-filled eyes beam at me. “Everywhere,” he answers. “I feel youeverywhere.”

My breath hitches, my heart sputters, and my body responds the only way it knows how. My movements become a little more needy, a little more desperate, a little more frantic.

“Fuck,” I grunt out. “I can’t stop,” I admit. “How do you ever expect me to stop this? Stop you?” High on fucking sex and euphoria, my heart spills from my lips, falling on us in waves of heat and heaviness.

“It’s right there, baby,” I confess. “Like a fucking neon sign across my heart.”

Three words I won’t say first. Three words I want to say first.

“Please,” Julian begs, wrapping one hand around himself and the other sitting directly on top of his heart. “Please,” he repeats. “Show me.”

Consumed by lust and love and pure wanton need, my body ruthlessly slams against his—showing him. With every thrust I’m branding him, taunting him. Daring him to forget this. Daring him to go back home and fucking forgetme.

Julian’s hand moves faster with every inch of me his body swallows. Tipping his head back with a loud, deep, satisfied groan, his teeth sink into his swollen bottom lip, and we both climb to the edge of the cliff in search of the fall.

“Come with me,” I demand.

“Yes,” he shouts, and with all the synchronicity of our unspoken words, unspoken feelings, and unspoken fears, we plummet. “Yes.” Hard. “Yes.” Loud. “Yes.” And forever changed.

Heavy breathing fills the air, blue eyes questioning brown ones, brown eyes answering blue ones. Both physically and emotionally drained, I carefully drag myself out of Julian, watching him momentarily wince at both the pain and the loss.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

His lazy smile answers before he does. “Never better. “

I offer Julian my hand. “Shower?”

Wordlessly, he takes it and, together, we head for the bathroom; bodies dragging, minds quiet.

Under the hot spray, we stand in silence, washing each other, memorizing each other, loving each other.

When the soap runs off my skin Julian’s lips join the drops of water that beat down on my body. He presses delicate, meticulous kisses to every part of my skin his mouth can reach. My face, my chest, my back, my legs. Over and over again.

The lump in my throat and expansion of my heart keeps me silent, because in this moment, feeling him love me is just as good as hearing it.

When he finally melds his mouth to mine, I let my timid, fearful heart kiss for me. I kiss him till my heart has made its way intohischest, and then some. I kiss him till he’s breathless. I kiss him till all he can see is me.

Me and him.

Him and me.

Me and you.

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