Page 13 of Wicked Fantasies

“Oh, Jules, I can assure you nothing I plan to do to you tonight is going to be professional. It’s going to be hot and raw, rough and passionate—and extremely unprofessional.”

Squirming at his heated words, Julia reached up to pull him to her for a kiss, but Ross resisted.

“Not yet, Brown Eyes.” Rising from the bed, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled his T-shirt over his head. His erection grew as Julia licked her lips. He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around her, claim her as his own. She glanced down at her own body, then her hand stole out to the blanket at the foot of the bed, no doubt to cover herself.

Sensing her worries, Ross leaned over the bed, drawing his hand down her side, gripping her hip lightly. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. Her eyes lit up at his words—and he saw her begin to accept the sincerity of his feelings. “I’ve never seen a lovelier woman.”

Rising again, he quickly shed his sweatpants, revealing the fact he was also lacking undergarments. The erection Julia had studied so intently by the fire, no longer concealed by thin boxer shorts, stood erect from a mass of springy curls.

Worry lines creased her forehead as he bent to kiss her again.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered against her cheek. “We’ll go slow the first time. I know it’s been a long time for you. I won’t hurt you.”

“Ross,” Julia started, her voice thick with desire, but before she could say more, Ross swallowed her words with his own lips upon hers. His hands worshipped her in time with the movement of his mouth, caressing her everywhere. No part of her body was safe from his exploration.

“I want you,” he growled, as he took her bottom lip between his teeth. “Open your legs, Jules. Show me how much you want me.”

Parting her legs, she gasped as Ross firmly gripped her knees, separating them even farther. Moving his hands up her inner thighs, he circled her swollen bud once more, slowly increasing the pressure.

Each time he brought her to the precipice, he’d pull back, leaving her begging for something more, something he knew she couldn’t understand or anticipate, something she’d never experienced before. Ross felt his alpha male come to the forefront as he relished the thought of giving her her first orgasm. He intended to make it one she would never forget.

Each time he sensed her imminent explosion, he backed off, denying her her release. He continued to torment her until she pounded her fists on his chest.

“Now!” She yelled the word at him and Ross could see in her face she would not be refused again. “Now, damn you!”

In response to her demand, Ross plunged two fingers into her pussy while his thumb increased the pressure on her clit. The extra stimulation did the trick and Julia fell over the cliff, her scream music to his ears.

Gasping for breath, he watched as she slowly came back to herself on the bed, her gaze drowsy and relaxed when it finally landed on him lying fully beside her. Never before had he felt such closeness to a woman and he hadn’t even found his own release yet.

Julia was a gem, a priceless treasure to be cherished and adored.

“That was longer than a minute and a half.” Her words were spoken with a breathless chuckle.

“Complaining? Because I could make you suffer even longer next time, Jules. In fact, I plan to.”

“No! You nearly killed me.”

“Ah,” he replied, “but what a way to go.”

Reaching up, she bestowed such a gentle, sweet kiss on his lips that Ross felt tears well in his eyes.

“I like being your first,” he whispered, his lips making their way down her throat, toward her breasts. “So many firsts,” he mumbled, sucking her nipple fully into his mouth. “So many things to teach you.” Increasing the pressure of his lips, he slowly slid his hand back between her legs.

“Ross,” she said breathlessly, “I want you so much.”

“Soon, Brown Eyes,” he replied. “Very soon.”

His fingers found their destination, circling the entrance to her body. Finding her wet heat, he groaned with pleasure against her breast. Sliding two fingers into her, he was aware that the intensity of his touch was driving her ever closer to yet another orgasm.

“Now,” she repeated and Ross grinned to himself. His sweet little innocent was turning into a serious wildcat in bed. He relished her demands and found himself caught up in the heat of the moment as well.

Adding another finger to the first two, Ross concentrated on stretching her. She was tight as a virgin and it was bound to be a bit painful for her in spite of his attempts to ease her. She arched her back as his fingers moved in and out of her with increasing speed. He relished the feeling of her body pushing toward his movements.

“More.” She tugged at his wrist, apparently desperate to feel his cock inside her and not just his fingers. “Please, I need you. Now.”

“Dammit, Jules. You’re too tight. We have to take this slow.”

“No. I can’t wait anymore,” she cried. “Now. Ross, now!”

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