by Aurora, Lexi
“She’s safe now,” said Julian. “She’s safe with me.”
Grandmother looked at him, staring him down. Then I heard her sigh.
“I can’t keep you two apart,” she said. I looked at Julian and he looked at me. I shook my head.
“No, Nan. You can’t.”
She nodded, looking at me. She reached out for me again and I closed my eyes. When I opened them, she was gone.
I reached my hands across the table and Julian held my eye as he took them. Nothing pulled us apart, nothing burned. He stroked my skin with his fingertips, then stood up. I stood, too, and moved to him, wrapping my arms around his body as he kissed me. His tongue slipped between my lips to taste my own and I molded against him, desperate for his touch now that I could have it. I led him up the stairs then, to my bedroom, where he watched me undress for him with a smile on his face, biting his bottom lip.
“I want to see you, Julian,” I said softly. He stood up from the bed to undress in front of me, and I drank in the lines of his body, the hard muscle of his chest and abdomen. He was so beautiful, so perfect, and I took the time to run my hands over his chest before I wrapped one around his length. His body tensed when I touched him, especially when I began to stroke his cock back and forth with my hand. I pushed him down to lay back on the bed, and he grinned as I climbed over him. I took his mouth in a kiss that was hungry and fierce, and he responded by wrapping his hands around my hips and settling them down so that my lower folds were pressed to his length. I slid myself along him, teasing him, pleasuring myself as well each time the tip of his cock touched my sensitive bud.
“God,” he said softly, grinding his hips up against me. I could have come from just that contact and almost did, but he lifted my hips after a moment and aimed himself inside of me. I lowered myself onto his length, getting my fill of him until I was stretched out and he was buried deep inside of me. I froze for a moment, suddenly shy. I had never ridden a man before, never been on top. He studied my face for a moment and must have realized what was in my head, because he tilted his face up to kiss me and put his hands on my hips. He began to guide them back and forth so that I was rocking in a rhythm on top of him, and soon I began to move naturally, stroking my hips back and forth. He was looking up into my eyes and all I saw was love there, love and pure desire. I smiled at him and he grinned up at me, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to pull me down for a kiss. I bounced my hips on top of his while he lifted his body to meet my downward strokes, our bodies moving together like dancers. His breathing was growing ragged against my lips, his body tight, and I continued to ride him until he came deep within me, biting my lip as did so. The small pain mixed with pleasure made my body react to his and I felt myself erupt as well, collapsing on top of him while my hips bucked and rode out my climax.
I stayed on top of him afterward, letting my heart calm down. We gazed at each other, and I brought my hand to his face to stroke his cheek.
“Marry me,” he said. I stared at him for a moment, too shocked to speak. Then I laughed.
“I’m but a commoner, my lord,” I said softly. He smiled at me, shaking his head.
“You are a lot of things, Miss Temple,” he said, lifting his face to kiss me. “But common is not one of them. Be my wife.”
All I could do was regard him for a moment, drinking in his face, drinking in the moment. Then I nodded, my face breaking out into a smile. He smiled as well, nuzzling my throat.
“God, I love you,” he said.
“I love you too, Julian,” I told him, meaning every word of it. I kissed him again and then laid my head on his chest. I fell asleep like that, wrapped in his arms, knowing that nothing would keep us from touching each other ever again.
The End.