“Then I can taste you whenever I get the urge,” he explained.
“I was hoping you had the urge now,” she confessed.
“Oh, I do. If you only knew all the things I wanted to do to you right now,” he answered cryptically, rubbing his nose along her again, this time closer to where she so desperately needed him. “I want to take my time. I want to enjoy every inch of you.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her legs shifting open even more on their own volition.
His eyes never left hers when he pressed his stroking thumb to her entrance. Already slick and ready, her body welcomed the intrusion, opening for him. He hooked his hand around her, his palm pressing against her most sensitive area, causing an involuntary full-body shiver to overtake her. She tightened, not just around him, but everywhere. Her arms tightened around her head, her fists in the pillow. Her toes curled around the balls of her feet, her heels digging into the mattress.
Elliot continued, slowly guiding his thumb in and out, his palm building a familiar pressure.
Julia almost didn’t dare to look, having never had anyone but a physician with their face so close to her, but she just couldn’t help herself. She was too curious, wondering what he was doing if he wasn’t using his mouth on her as she’d been expecting. With a slitted eye, she gazed at him as he watched himself manipulate her body intently. There was a fierce look on his face, one that she’d seen before when he was concentrating diligently. He had his lower lip hooked between his teeth as he worked, his nostrils flaring.
Seeing him like that sent a flood of desire surging through her. Elliot murmured encouragingly, speeding up his ministrations and within moments, she was lost.
Exploding into thousands of tiny shards, her skin tingling with the release of them all, she let go. Her fingertips pulsed as she gripped the pillow, her thighs shook as they held Elliot’s shoulders.
He gentled, removing his thumb when the aftershocks wore off. Boldly, he spread her wide open again with his thumbs and licked up her center. She nearly shot off the bed, her hips rising into his waiting embrace. He tasted her, savoring her release, almost reveling in it. He worked her until she was boneless, still underneath him and still wide open to him. His lips trailed kisses up her body, stopping to pay special attention to her nipples until she couldn’t take it anymore. When he finally settled his hips between her legs, she realized he was still partially clothed.
“The third date is the indicator for sex,” she reminded him, still breathless.
Resting on his elbows, he smoothed the hair off her forehead and placed a kiss there. “I was never any good at following rules.”
“But…” Julia wasn’t sure how to respond, her mind taking a long break.
“I think I might get that urge to taste you all over again.”
Their eyes met and she felt a smile tug at her lips. His face softened.
“You should probably stay here then,” she whispered. “I’ll help you with your rogue urges.”
Several hours later, in the pitch black of the early morning, Elliot woke only to realize that he and Julia were both completely drenched in sweat. Julia was half on top of him, one of her legs intertwined with his, one of her hands fisted on his chest while he held her incredibly close. The heat they were generating was enough to spark a fire.
He threw the duvet cover back to let out the heat and she stirred briefly.
“So hot,” she murmured sleepily. “Like lava on Mustafar.”
“Is it always so hot in here?” he rasped, unsure what she was talking about.
He leaned over and cracked open the window behind the bed, to let in some much-needed cool air, and flopped on the bed, enjoying the breeze.
“Better?” he asked her a second later.
Julia was already back asleep.
When he woke again a short hour later, the sun was just starting to light the room. This time, he found himself chest to back, his leg over hers, his arm up by her breasts where they held hands.
Her tattooed arm was just under his nose and he was, once again, blown away by the immensity of the whole thing. He lifted himself up onto his elbow, taking advantage of the quiet moment to admire the artwork. The top, her upper arm and shoulder, was covered in beautiful and bright colors and patterns. Flowers, from what he could see, birds and fairies, but the farther down her arm he looked, the colors leeched out, becoming muted and darker. It was all gray and black with shadowy figures and what looked like bricks, he thought.
He adjusted again, so that he could roll her on her back to get a better view. His eyes quickly cut to her breasts, which were distracting. Perfect in size and shape, tipped with the ripest raspberry nipples. He had to tear his eyes away, chiding himself on learning better self-control, then let it go. He’d exercised plenty of self-control when she’d offered herself up to him the night before. She’d been ready, her body nearly begging for him to take her, but he’d refrained.
He wanted her fiercely, his cock ached for her as if it knew already that paradise was within reach, but, he wanted more for her. More than some arbitrary rule she read on the damn internet. He wanted them to forge their own way, make their own rules. So, he’d held back and he’d keep doing so until she understood that when they had sex, it wouldn’t be because they could or should. It would be because they had to.
Elliot inspected her other arm, distracting himself from his deep thoughts. This arm was the opposite of the first. Dark and sinister on her upper arm but fading into a compilation of characters and scenes from Peter Pan. The most haunting part of the piece was a portrait on her upper arm of a little girl in black and gray. She was maybe six years old with pigtails and the most haunted expression on her little face, the letters RIP boldly inked underneath.
Even as he inspected the artwork, Julia slept deeply. Elliot quickly nuzzled her neck, kissing the tender skin there. He’d thought that he should go downstairs, make some coffee, and get to work before his brothers arrived, but as his exploration of Julia’s neck and shoulders continued, she wrapped her leg around his hip and began rubbing it up and down. The sensation was enough to drive him mad, her smooth skin rasping against the hair on his legs. Her eyes were closed, but there was a slight flush to her cheeks and her lips had parted on a breath.
She was so hot against his hip and even in sleep her body was trying to accommodate him. He pressed a hand to the small of her back and pulled her closer, grinding his hip into her sensitive flesh. Her back arched at the contact and those amazing lips emitted the sexiest, breathiest whimper he’d ever heard. Her hands, small and hot, were resting on his ribcage, and if she’d had any fingernails, they would have been leaving marks.
She was close, her body wound up from rubbing against him all night. He knew how she felt, his cock leaving a small trail of pre-cum on her belly. He pressed again, rhythmically, letting her ride his hard edges as she needed, letting her ride that wave of sleepy lust and taking him along with her.
He bent his head to suck the pulse point on her neck and she quietly exploded underneath him. Her back bowed, fingers sinking into his skin, her heel digging into the back of his thigh, which all ended when she let out a ragged breath and a tiny sigh.
Then she promptly fell back into a deep slumber.
Elliot was rock hard.
Frustrated but not angry, he kissed her forehead, covered her with the duvet, and headed to the bathroom.
He’d definitely need a cold shower to start his day.
6
Julia was having the best dream she’d had in a long time and it had been going on for what felt like a really long time. Before, it had been hot and wild and sexy, but it had turned sweet, and Elliot was dropping kisses down her spine, following its path down toward her behind. Just the thought of him kissing her naked skin and caressing her backside had her squirming in place.
“You better open those eyes, Shorty, or my next idea to wake you up is going to end with you screaming my name.”
The very i
dea made her moan a little.
“C’mon, Julia.” Elliot’s breath whispered on the back of neck, making her shiver.
Thick fingers brushed her hair to the side and then slid down her back, tickling her sensitive skin. The bed dipped a little and a big rough hand fully caressed one of her exposed cheeks.
“Are you awake yet?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered huskily.
“Roll over,” Elliot told her boldly. “Good morning,” he said when she was lying in front of him. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue stroking the inside of her mouth, building her arousal one flick at a time. “Do you remember this morning?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. “When I made you come,” he reminded her.
Oh God, she did and she didn’t. She remembered coming, that was for sure, but the exact events leading up to it most likely didn’t involve Elliot, the kitchen counter, and chocolate sauce. Probably just the one.
“You don’t, do you?” Elliot asked again.
“You were in my dream,” Julia tried to explain, still in a haze from sleep, eyes slipping closed. “In the kitchen.”
“We were in the kitchen?” She felt him adjust her hair from her shoulders and chest and move it to the sides. “What were we doing in the kitchen, Julia?” he asked, leaning in casually to flick his tongue across her nipple. “Did I do this?” Elliot sucked it into his mouth and lashed it, over and over again. After a second, he kissed the underside of her small breast in an openmouthed kiss. “Did I do that? Is that what made you come in your dream?”
Julia shook her head, her voice lost.
“It wasn’t that? Hmm,” he hummed as he slid his hand down her stomach and over her hip. He made a path up to her knee where he gently pulled her legs apart. “I bet I made you come using my mouth on you.” Julia said nothing, but squirmed under his hands which were now rubbing her inner thighs as he drew closer to her center. “Julia? Did I make you come when I licked your pussy?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her insides nearly vibrating in anticipation.
He knew how to make her orgasm, that was not in question. He’d done it twice before she’d fallen asleep the night before and apparently once when she’d been asleep and still desperate for him. She’d started off mostly in dreamland, but she was wide awake now and could feel every flick of Elliot’s tongue as he dragged it between her folds and found her throbbing clit. She looked down to find him staring straight at her, his mouth latched onto her, and she just lost it. She felt her entire body heave itself upward, and stars exploded, not only behind her eyes, but in her entire bloodstream.
The noise she made was somewhere between a moan and a deeply pleasured sigh.
Elliot propped himself above her on his outstretched arms, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Before she could say a word, he crushed his mouth to hers and soul-kissed her for all she was worth.
“Anytime you need a wakeup call, just let me know,” he whispered.
“Anytime?” she asked, her eyes closing as she burrowed into the warmth of the mattress.
“Don’t even think about it, woman,” he said on a laugh, shoving the blankets off her and to the bottom of the bed. “I came up here for a reason and I’m not letting you go back to sleep now.”
“You didn’t come up here just for that?” she asked, her lips tipping at her own sarcasm. His face softened. “What?”
“You have a dimple when you smile,” he told her, leaning down and giving her a smacking kiss on the lips. “I like it.”
Julia sat up, yawned, then stretched her arms up over her head. When she finished, she sneakily reached for the covers.
Elliot pulled them away from her with a growl. “Put some clothes on, Shorty, or I’ll carry you downstairs naked where my brothers are both waiting for Her Majesty’s royal seal of approval.”
She looked at him, her eyes suddenly flaring with comprehension. “It’s done? You guys finished?”
“We finished this morning while Her Royal Highness slept,” he confirmed. “It’s ready for your inspection.”
She let out a ridiculous squeal that surprised even her and threw herself into Elliot’s arms. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“Julia,” Elliot interrupted. “Just get dressed and come—should I not say that word?” he joked, her eyes lighting in reaction. “Get your butt downstairs to check out your office. If it’s up to snuff, we’ll get your stuff in there and get you up and running.”
He lifted her off his lap and kissed her deeply, before winking and leaving the room.
Julia hurriedly rummaged in the closet for some casual clothes. Not planning to leave the house anytime soon, she opted for a pair of very short cut-offs, thigh-high, cable-knit, wool stockings and a matching thick sweater. While she dressed and readied herself in the bathroom, she wondered what had come over her. She’d read about women being so overcome with lust that they hadn’t been able to control themselves, but it had never actually happened to her.
And now she, the most socially awkward person she knew, had melted into numerous orgasms all over Elliot Williams. Not only that, he’d gotten nothing in return. She felt immensely guilty, like she should have done something for him, even though he’d been the one to make that choice.
She checked herself in the mirror, noting that her face had a healthy dose of color and her eyes were bright with what she hoped would pass as excitement and not burning lust.
How did people handle this kind of thing? Was she supposed to go downstairs and pretend that he hadn’t spent the night last night? That he hadn’t made her come her brains out this morning? That he hadn’t seen her completely nude in the morning sunlight and had been hard as a rock? What was the etiquette for this kind of thing?
She had no clue.
She’d just have to follow his lead so as not to embarrass them both.
Julia heard their excited voices in the kitchen as she descended the stairs. All three Williams brothers and Kelsey were all waiting for her, and she recalled the things that would be appropriate reactions to being pleased with their work. She’d make sure to thank them and shake their hands, that was the polite thing to do. If she remembered, she’d move her lips and smile so they would see that she was happy.
When she got to the bottom and turned to her new, open office space, she was floored. Little more than a week ago, it had been partially ripped apart sheetrock and old wallpaper, where it was now gleaming hardwoods and pristine new paint. There were custom-made built-in bookcases with new trim work and impeccable detail to everything they’d touched. The new light fixtures were bright and functional as well as being eco-friendly.
They’d done an amazing job. She could hear them, still in the kitchen, and she took the opportunity to inspect each nook and cranny. She looked at each new detail, admiring their craftsmanship and artistry. Someone had even set the office up, moving her computers in place and putting some books on the shelves.
She stopped, stock still, when she looked at them. There was a small framed picture someone had put up as a bookend. Julia walked mechanically to it and picked it up, inspecting it, hating the feeling that came over her.
Hatred. Despair. Misery. Desolation.
The little girl had perfect pigtails tied with perfect ribbons; she had the perfect face and the perfect life, yet she was anything but perfect. Her eyes were haunted, pained, and lost. Julia hated the picture and she didn’t know who put it on her shelf or where they’d dug it out from, but she never wanted to see it again. The thought of the little girl, suffering at the hands of those around her, made Julia’s eyes burn with unshed tears. Tears she’d sworn were dried up years ago.
“Jules?” Cole said quietly from the doorway.
She hurriedly wiped her eyes before turning around to see them all standing in the doorway, looking hesitant as though they’d interrupted her.
She used her watery appearance to her advantage and gestured to the room around her. “It’s wonderful. Thank you. It’s
just what I wanted.”
Cole looked relieved as did Tucker, but Kelsey and especially Elliot looked suspicious. She let Cole and Tucker expound on all the details, listening intently, before they started talking amongst themselves.
She handed the frame to Kelsey with shaking fingers. “Get rid of this. I don’t ever want to see it again.”
“Okay,” Kelsey agreed quietly. “Why don’t you go to the back office and get the check for these guys so we can pay them for all their hard work?”
Julia left without another word.
Kelsey jumped a little when she heard a door slam down the hall. Tucker and Cole stopped talking and looked up for a second before going back to their conversation.
“Who is this?” Elliot asked Kelsey, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked down at the small frame in her hands. Cole had said he’d found some of Julia’s stuff and was going to put some in the office for the big reveal. Was that it?
She’d been shaken and upset when she’d seen it, but had tried to play it off as something else. He sure as hell didn’t buy it and from the looks of it, neither did Kelsey.
She looked up at him. “It’s Julia.”
It wasn’t until he really looked at the picture did he recognize that he’d already seen the picture, just in black and white. In color, her hair and eye color were the same, but it was the look in her eye that cut him to the quick and made him ache. Her haunted, hollow eyes just radiated sadness and grief. He should know, he had plenty of pictures of himself that looked similar, that same emotion emanating from the paper.
What he didn’t know was, if Julia hated to see that picture of herself so much, why did she have it tattooed on her arm?
By noon, everyone was more than ready for lunch. Kelsey had offered to grab them some subs so they could all eat outside as the day was warm. March in Connecticut was a fickle thing; one day there could be snow and the next it could be seventy and warm.
Julia, after handing them a check that was thousands over the price they’d negotiated, had planted herself on her computer in the living room and had barely looked up since.
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