Page 15 of Unconditionally With Me
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I whisper as he lays me down on the bed before following me down.
“Let’s see what you have to say after.”
Then Julian’s lips meet mine, and my mind turns to one thing.
Him.
Chapter 6
~Eleanor~
Julian makes quick work of shucking our clothes, flinging them in every direction. We both sigh in bliss when we’re skin to skin as his body rests alongside mine. He rolls to his back and fits me along his broader frame.
I trail my fingertips over his sinewy biceps, dragging my fingers over his forearms until our fingers interlock close to his head.
It began like this the first time we made love. And every time since, it’s almost this moment of profound intimacy before he takes my body to places it forgets it’s been to. But only with Julian. Never before have I felt the sense of connection as I do with the man beneath me.
Then again, I’ve never felt these overwhelming emotions either.
It feels like an eternity where we do nothing but memorize each other’s features. Julian may be a twin, and he may be close to identical, but there’s no mistaking what my heart feels whenever I know he’s near. And it has nothing to do with looks, though his are mighty fine. My lips curve secretly. Long-lashed dark brown eyes. Wavy brown hair that’s a little overlong. A wide chest, lean hips, and that fucking V that makes my mouth salivate every time I see him without clothes, wondering if I’ll get the chance to take what’s in between in my mouth.
A sigh escapes my mouth and enters his. His lips twitch. “What are you thinking of?”
“Completely inappropriate things,” I say immediately.
His laugh shakes his whole body, pressing his erection upward. I can’t help but rock into it, thinking,I hope all lovers have this after years together. Just then, Julian rolls me onto my back, my hands still entwined with his. Now, it’s my hands pinned with his.
And I arch into his body, raking my nipples against the hair on his chest. I want this man, my man. “I can’t remember a time from the first moment we met that I haven’t wanted you,” I confess.
Pleasure washes across his face. His mouth brushes against mine. Once, twice. I squirm against his body, wanting my hands on him. He merely tightens his fingers before tightening his thighs down to hold me still. I want to roll my eyes back in my head. He’s right where I want him, but not inside me. Just that thick, hard length lightly rubbing on the outside of my lips as his body rocks against mine. Sweet friction, delicious torture.
I lick my lips.
And that’s what it takes to cause him to let go of my hands as he sinks his fingers into my hair just before his mouth fits itself to mine. I eagerly wrap my arms around Julian as his tongue makes its first foray into my mouth. There’s the bitter taste of the ale he was drinking earlier lingering on his tongue mixed with the sweetness of him. It’s a taste I can’t replicate in an oven or with a mixing stand. It’s Julian’s soul—ink and thoughts and imagination.
And it’s pure addiction.
He skims one hand over my shoulder to capture my breast, lazily thrumming a nipple. I hitch one leg over his hip and smooth my hands over the rippled muscles of his back, murmuring his name.
“Do you know what you do to me, Elle? What you make me feel?” His fervent whisper makes my heart trip. Perhaps more so than his lips as they move closer and closer toward my nipple before they finally hone in on their target.
And he sucks one deeply into his mouth.
My head whips back and forth on the pillow, my skin on fire from head to toe as he drags my nipple into his mouth firmly. “Just the way I love it,” I manage.
My nipple is released with a pop. “Always.” It’s a vow. His mouth goes to move to the other side, but I stop him with a gentle touch to the side of his face.
Then I trail my lips down the cord of his neck, taking a sharp nip right at the base.
Julian’s head arches back.
God, the feeling that gives me to see this strong man go weak at my touch. I shiver as I shimmy down slightly so I can whisper my lips over strained muscle and through the light sprinkling of hair until I find the small flat discs nestled there. Then I dart my tongue out quick and light, making them taut.
He groans his pleasure before hauling me upward so his lips can feast on mine.
We’re soon a frantic tangle of hands and limbs—a kiss for a caress, a touch for a tender lick, each sensation building us higher and higher. Whimpers and moans echo throughout the small room back at us, reflecting years of finding pleasure in each other’s bodies.
Pushed back against my headboard, I hook my leg around Julian’s back as his fingers plunge in and out of my sex. I’m throbbing, aching for release, as his mouth lowers to join his fingers. I buck up against him just as the tip of his tongue brushes against my clit.
