Page 140 of Alive At Night

I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “Show me.”

“God, Juniper. You do things to me,” he groaned before pouncing back on the bed, pulling me under the covers as he kissed and dragged me close. “I can’t wait to finally fuck your pretty little cunt.”

My entire body hummed with awareness as Julian’s bare skin skimmed mine. His lips captured mine repeatedly as the bed swallowed us whole. Only a dusky light surrounded us beneath his sheets as we tangled in limbs and kisses. Julian’s fingers wove into my hair, desperately holding me to him.

I started bucking my hips against him shamelessly. The touches, the kisses, the press of his body against mine. It wasn’t enough. I’d never felt this aching pressure before. An emptiness replaced the high he gave me on the couch, and I knew what I needed to fill it. Him. All of him.

I’d never needed someone to complete me like I needed him to. But right now, it felt like I wasn’t enough on my own. I needed Julian. I needed Julian to feel whole.

Julian’s lips began an exploration, sweeping away from my mouth to taste my neck and then my collarbone, and finally, my chest. His teeth scraped my skin as he began kissing the swell of my breasts. The feeling of his harsh breaths was my only warning before he sucked one nipple into his mouth, causing an eruption of heat. His tongue swirled over it, flicking, and the ache within me blossomed into something nearly unbearable.

Crying out, I arched my back, handing myself over to Julian.

“Fuck, Juni,” he mumbled, and I wound my fingers into his hair. My other hand found his cock and wrapped around it, stroking slowly.

Julian’s fingers gripped my wrist, stilling it as he cursed.

“Careful with that hand there, Lily,” he grunted, still nestled in my tits, and I couldn’t withhold my grin. “It feels too fucking good for you to be doing that right now.”

Everything felt too fucking good, and I decided it was about time we did something about it. I needed him. I needed him so badly that my hands shook, a wild, frenzied feeling dancing in my veins.

Lacing both hands into his hair, I tugged Julian up until we were at eye level. And as soon as his hooded, hazy gaze met mine, he understood. He knew everything I wanted and needed. He grabbed my wrist to bring one of my hands between us and covered it with his own as he squeezed, calming the shakiness.

Glancing at our entwined hands, he noted how my body vibrated.

“Excited? Or nervous?”

He searched my face for the truth.

“Both,” I admitted before biting down on a groan as Julian’s bare chest brushed mine. The slight sensation against my already aroused nipples felt like torture.

Julian nodded, and then a seriousness set into his expression right before he took action.

Rolling over, Julian pulled open the top drawer on his bedside table, rummaging in it until he found what he was looking for. He immediately folded whatever it was—likely a condom—into his palm.

“I’m on birth control,” I whispered, worrying my lip as I watched him. “Just so you know.”

My ex, Evan, refused to use protection—one of the reasons I’d never slept with him. But Julian…I just wanted to live up to his every expectation, which I worried would be hard to do, considering I’d never done this before.Thiswas one area I had control over, though.

“Good to know,” Julian muttered, a slight smirk skewing his lips as he rolled back over, grabbed my hips, and tipped me up on top of him. “But I don’t mind using protection if it makes you feel better.”

I gasped as I straddled Julian, his erection rutting between my legs. I nodded, admittedly relieved that he’d said that.

Julian didn’t seem to give a shit about the condom. He agreed absently, eyes darkening as he took me in. I was utterly exposed but surprisingly warm as I admired how he looked beneath me. His auburn hair was mussed against his pillow, and his lust-filled gaze roved over me. The moment of mutual appreciation stretched out between us until it turned heated, making me squirm.

Julian stroked his cock, running a knuckle over my clit. Meanwhile, he tore open the condom package with his teeth before rolling it over his length with his other hand. I watched, fascinated and painfully aroused.

“You ready to take me?” His voice grew thick as he watched and waited for my response.

“Me?” I repeated.

He was going to makemedo it? He was the one who had done this before—not me.

“You,” Julian confirmed, his breathing ragged as he plucked something from the sheets beside him. “I had an idea, and I bought something for you. Because it’ll kill me if I cause you even a prick of pain. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I said automatically. No need to even consider it.

At my answer, a buzzing filled the room, muffled slightly, and I realized it was coming from whatever was hidden in Julian’s hand. I jolted as Julian pressed a vibrator to my stomach, dragging it down slowly while keeping my gaze, searching for any signs of discomfort.

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