Page 11 of With You

“I’m sure everyone will enjoy the show,” he taunts.

At the sound of the beep, I hurry us into the hotel room, Julian’s hands now gripping my waist as I guide us both to the bed in the center of the room. Allowing myself to fall back onto the mattress, I expect Julian to climb on top of me, but instead he steps out from between my legs and gazes down at me, eyes filled with love, yet his expression is reserved.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, the side of his mouth tipping up into a small smile. “Nothing.”

I readjust my straining erection. “Then why aren’t you on this bed with me? I thought after you mauling me in the elevator, this is where we were headed.”

“Oh,” he says with a nod, “we’re definitely still headed there.”

I raise a brow at him. “But?”

“Not a but,” he says, shaking his head. “More like aholy shit, we did it.”

Chuckling, I rise off the bed, stepping toward him. “No regrets, then?”

There’s no seriousness in the question, and yet I feel myself waiting with bated breath for an answer I already know.

“About marrying you?” He shakes his head vehemently. “Absolutely not.”

“And the day?”

Arms circle my neck as he places kisses against my jaw. “Perfect.”

Angling my head, I give him access to the length of my neck, the heat between us rising with every press of his mouth.

“I’m going to have a shower,” he says in between kisses. “Want to join me?”

Before I have the chance to answer, Julian steps back and strips out of his tuxedo jacket, haphazardly throwing it onto the floor. Deft fingers reach for his bow tie, sliding it off his neck and then undoing the top button of his shirt.

My eyes stay glued to his hands as they move down his body, exposing his skin to me inch by agonizing inch.

My cock is hard, my mouth is desperate, my body aching for him.

His shirt falls to the floor, and my groan echoes off the walls. Next is his belt, followed by the button of his pants. Watching him slide the zipper down to expose his briefs almost feels like torture.

We’ve gained a lot of confidence in the bedroom over the years. Both of us in different ways and for different reasons. There should’ve been a discomfort about being with a man for the first time, and I’d waited for it, almost wanting it.

But it never came.

Instead, there was disbelief that something so new and foreign and unexpected could feel so perfect.

I’ve never felt more like myself than I have with Julian, and our compatibility and chemistry together solidifies that even more. When you’re with your best friend, there is no embarrassment, shame, or awkwardness. Sex can be both fun and absolute fire; we can lust and laugh all in the same breath.

Not wanting to be left behind, I begin taking off my own clothes, mirroring his movements, less than a minute behind. My gaze dances over every inch of his naked skin, seeing the way he’s filled out over the years. It isn’t just about spending more time on himself but finding himself worthy to be taken care of. Prioritizing himself; his wants and needs.

I drag my gaze down the smattering of hair on his torso, to the V-cut of his abdomen, and feel my own cock thicken painfully at the sight of his hard length resting beautifully against it. He takes measured backward steps toward the bathroom, all while his gaze is on me. I stalk toward him as each item of my clothing falls to the floor.

Stretching his arms across the doorway, a cocky, teasing smirk spreads across his face. His whole demeanor screams “catch me if you can,” and catching him is exactly what I plan on doing.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he says, glancing down at my underwear.

“Want to do something about it?”

His hands slip beneath the waistband of my boxers, and he pushes them down, my cock slapping my stomach in the process. Raising his eyes to meet mine, Julian watches me as he kneels on the floor and slides them down my legs before I step out of them.

Lightly grazing the length of my body with his fingers, Julian’s smirk reappears as he bypasses my aching cock and slowly rises to his feet.

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