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Ella stands between my legs and peers down at me, her heavy breasts teasing me to take them into my mouth. I lick my lips and stay put so as not to disrupt her or this sudden change in demeanor. I always sensed her sexual prowess. She just needed the right partner to nurture it and watch her bloom.
My attention shifts from the beauty with endless curves in front of me to my wallet on the table and the condom I keep in the back. I never even thought about using it since we met, but I’m glad I didn’t take it out.
“El, baby. I need to take out my piercing and put on a condom.”
Her eyes drop to my erection and back up to mine. “Have you been with anyone else since we met?”
My brows sink in a frown. “You know I haven’t. I had my annual physical last month, with all negative results. It’s in an email on my phone if you need to see.”
She shakes her head with a smile. “I trust you, Julian. I’m on the pill, and I’d rather not have anything between us.”
My hand covers my dick, which bobs in ayes. I try to blink away my shock, but I’m not sure it’s possible. I’ve always usedprotection with every partner, even Camila. I never trusted anyone. Until now.
I pull her to straddle me and take her mouth. Her hands find a home around my neck, and she rocks into me, fully aroused. She writhes when I lift her up and enter her in a slow glide. My lips brush her nipples, and I drag my tongue over her peaks.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Her quiet moans ignite movement. Fuck, she feels good.
We find a tempo to bind our bodies in an explosion of pleasure. Ella is magnificent in every way imaginable. I root her with a hand on her hip and one on her back as she leans away, unable to control her cries.
I rock back and forth to stimulate her clit and stare in awe as she grinds against me. Light from the window filters through, contouring her breasts and stomach with a series of shadows.
My hands anchor her hips to me as I pump into her with forceful thrusts that draw sweat from my brow.
“Julian!” She sits up and proceeds to fuck the life out of me. Her head tilts into my caress, pulling my thumb into her mouth to suck.
Every muscle in my body tenses at once in a burst of sensations and the clap of our bodies colliding. Our eyes connect, and I wipe a single tear from Ella’s cheek. A ripple of emotions overwhelms me, and the growing need to protect her and love her the way she’s always deserved takes over.
My lips slowly ascend to meet hers. “I love you.” The confession triggers her release, to let go of the past and forge ahead. She cries out, succumbing to the orgasm before she melts against me.
Her name is a proclamation as I spill inside her on the final thrust. Our pants melt into slow strokes of our tongues as we kiss through a whirl of emotions.
Fireworks sound outside to indicate the new year. Ella settles into the crook of my neck, our arms curled around each other, and lets out a long breath. “I love you too.”
Chapter 37
Ella
You’d never know Julian Brooke is thirty-one unless you searched online or caught him on a day off. He never takes one, which is why the successful attorney who wears suits like nobody’s business sitting in the center of the bed with a bowl bigger than his face and cartoons on the TV is a sight. His feet swing back and forth under plush white sheets with the biggest grin. He nods at his bowl and spoons in another mouthful of cereal.
“Comfortable?” Judging by the view from the bathroom door, the answer is yes.
“Very,” he says between another bite. His focus is still on the screen, until he tracks the white towel covering the bits he sucked and pleasured out of the corner of his eye. A tent forms between his wide thighs. It’s impressive and terrifying.
“Don’t let me ruin your breakfast and your Monday morning cartoons. You want a glass of milk with that?”
He snorts at my smug smile. “Is that your attempt at an age joke? I’m disappointed, sweetheart.” The glance he cuts me comes with a wink. “Just remember who cooks your breakfastbefore you lose your privileges.” He nods at the metal dome on the nightstand. “Your eggs Benedict and side of fruit came while you were in the shower.”
I blow a kiss, grab my breakfast, and join him in bed. He scoots over to make room, and my head tips back with laughter at a closer look into his bowl. “Is that…bran? Who’s the elder in this relationship?”
“This”—he points to the bowl with his spoon—“is how my younger ass keeps up with you.” Another bite reaches his lips. “Breakfast of cham—”
“Don’t you dare!” My cackle is more of a wheeze at Julian eating Wheaties to recharge.
“I’m not the one who kept us up half the night with a sex marathon in forty-six positions,” he says. “Don’t judge my Wheaties or my Gatorade.”
“What ab—”
“Not one word aboutThe Powerpuff Girls.” My lips do yoga to suppress a giggle, and I dig into my food.
