Page 114 of Romance Languages

“Shit,” I cracked out as the world exploded around me. He slipped a slicked-up finger inside my hole as he continued sucking me. I hadn’t heard him open the bottle of lube. He should’ve been in the CIA or a ninja. He was that stealth.

“You are so damn tight. I can’t wait to open you up,” he said, his voice husky and drenched in need.

“Break me wide open, baby.” I fell back on the bed. My spine gave out from the overload of pleasure. Julian played me like a fucking violin. His fingers spread me open as his mouth took me to the base. Then his tongue drifted down to my ass and sent new shockwaves of heat through my body.

I let out moan after moan. And this was just foreplay. I was going to lose it during sex. I couldn’t wait. My fear had been subsumed by desire.

Julian lifted my legs, my slick hole jutting in the air waiting to be stuffed like a Christmas stocking. He slapped his slick cock against my opening. We’d ditched condoms shortly after we got together. Julian hadn’t been with anyone else obviously, and I hadn’t been with anyone since Lauren. There would be no barrier between us.

“Are you ready?” he asked, circling his cockhead around my hole. Was he getting a perverse pleasure out of dragging this out?

“Give me a minute. I need to think about every important moment in my life that’s led up to this.”

“I don’t have a minute,” he warned. His thick erection pressing into me made that very clear.

“Do it.” I gave him a firm head nod.

Julian leaned over me and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re going to love it. I promise.”

“I trust you.”

“And I love you.”

“I love you and I trust you,” I said, not one to be beaten.

And then he was inside me. I had never felt fuller. It was tight but exciting, like reaching a new bench press personal record.

“Seamus check: How are we doing?” he asked.

I gave him a thumbs-up.

“No thumbs-up allowed in sex,” he said.

“Keep going,” I said with a groan.

Julian slid inside me, then out, then in again. His thrusts and grunts above me set me ablaze. It wasn’t painful like I’d been expecting, or the pain was easily overtaken by the physical and emotional pleasure. In most of our previous sexual escapades, a tongue or finger usually found its way inside me, which probably helped to grease the tracks for tonight.

Watching Julian fuck me, that animal look in his eye, hurtled me into a new stratosphere of ecstasy.

“Harder,” I said.

“Already?”

“Yeah. Give it to me.”

Julian lifted my legs more and pumped me with greater force. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge. I jacked myself, high on our lust. I was naked, spread, and his for the taking. I felt totally free.

The orgasm building inside me was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced. Every part of my body tensed and battened down the hatches. I gripped the comforter until my knuckles went white. I was going to completely explode.

“Jules…”

He could sense what was happening. His gaze remained steady, leading me through this wilderness.

“Come for me,” he said, his voice hitching. He was close, too.

A massive moan ripped me in two as I saw stars and God and everything in between.

“Damn.” I looked at my soaked chest and stomach.

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