Love [Literally]
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I undo his belt buckle, then unzip his jeans, pushing them down as fast as I can, my hands desperate and quick. He helps, stripping them off faster than I could, and there he is, his cock big and gorgeous and hard. With one finger I trace the thick vein running up its underside, and he breathes out hard.
“I want you to fuck me, Julian,” I whisper, meeting his eyes with mine. “But I just want one taste first. OK?”
A strangled laugh escapes his mouth. “I won’t argue,” he says, his voice hoarse.
I kneel in front of him and fondle his balls with one hand, while I grasp my fist around his cock with the other. His hand strokes my hair as I move my mouth closer to the head of his dick. As soon as my breath hits his skin, he hisses, and when I take his swollen tip into my mouth he adjusts his stance, spreading his legs wider as if needing more stability.
I swirl my tongue over the tip a few times, then open my mouth wide, taking as much of him into it as possible, moving my tongue against his hard dick as I suck it, still cupping his balls in one hand.
“Fuuuuck,” he mutters, the word elongated in pleasure.
I suck him into my mouth a few more times, and then I stop abruptly. When I stand, I trace a finger up his stomach to his chest, and tilt my head, looking at him as innocently as I can. “I only wanted a taste,” I say with a shrug.
“I’ll give you more than a taste,” he growls, suddenly grabbing me under my legs and lifting me up to his waist. “I’m going to fuck you. Just like this.” He lowers my body until I’m hovering right over his cock. I wiggle my ass to line it up perfectly, then he slowly lowers me more, his dick sinking into me as he does. He turns us around so I’m backed up against the door now, and then he begins to do as he said. Fuck me. Hard.
My back’s against the door, pressing into the solid wood behind me as he thrusts his hips to take me harder and deeper. I maneuver my body so the friction is perfect, his skin rubbing against my clit each time he moves, and I know it’s not going to be long until I come.
He’s squeezing my ass with his hands as he keeps going, his pace unrelenting and passionate, and I feel my folds growing slicker and hotter, then my body building up, moving closer and closer to the peak.
“I’m going to come, Julian,” I whisper as my pussy starts to contract around his cock.
“Come, baby,” he mutters. “I want you to come.”
The pleasure fills me, every inch, every cell, until I’m crying out his name and holding onto him tight. With one last thrust he sinks deeper into me than he’s ever been, holding me in place while he groans out his own pleasure. I feel his warmth inside me as he comes too, breathing hard against my neck.
Slowly and gently he lowers me so I’m standing, but his arms are around me. I’m glad, because I’m not sure I could stand on my own right now.
“Come on,” he urges, taking my hand and bringing me to his bedroom, where he pulls back the comforter and sheets and we crawl in. “Come here.” He holds me tight, and it feels so good and safe and right.
"Julian,” I say after a long time, “when we broke up…"
"You mean when you dumped me?" he teases.
"Fine. When I dumped you," I laugh, "did you ever think we'd end up together again?"
He's silent for a few moments. Then he says, "Do you want the truth?"
"Of course, Julian."
"I always knew that someday I'd show up and take you back."
"Shut up!" I playfully hit him.
"I didn't know if we'd end up together again," he says quietly. "But I knew that without you, something was missing. No matter what I did or where I was, I was constantly aware of the fact that everything was less than perfect."
He's quiet for a second, running his fingers up and down my arm lightly.
"And," he continues, "I always get what I want."
"Oh my god," I say, rolling my eyes. "You're so full of yourself."
"Yeah? You're about to be full of me too," he whispers into my ear, pushing me down on the bed, his cock hard again already and pressing into my stomach. "I fucking love you, Lia," he growls as he slides deep inside me once more.
For a few minutes, he fucks me slowly, languorously, and then he stops.
In an instant he flips me so I’m on top of him. “I want you to fuck me now,” he growls.
“With pleasure,” I whisper, grasping his cock and guiding it to the entrance of my sex. I don’t let it in all the way though; just a little bit. Just the tip.
“You going to tease me, Lia?” he asks, a half-grin on his face.
I shrug. “Maybe. Paybacks are a bitch.”
“Paybacks?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, lowering my body a little so his dick pushes inside me more, but it’s still only about halfway in. “Like in college? You teased me for months, Julian.”
He laughs, the sound strangled slightly by desire. “You weren’t ready yet,” he murmurs, his eyes heated.
“And now?”
Suddenly he drives his hips up, sending his cock slamming into me hard. “Now?” He grabs my hips and drives into me from below again. “Now I want to do this all. Fucking. Day. Long.” Each word is punctuated with him entering me hard and fast.
My head falls back in pleasure as he continues, and I ride him too, trying to keep up with his aggressive pace. You’d never know that he just came a little while ago.
“Nothing,” he growls, “nothing feels this good, Lia.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“Touch yourself,” he demands. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you ride me.”
I do as he says, reaching down to find my clit, rubbing it gently as Julian’s cock fills me over and over from beneath. My thighs strain as I continue to take him inside me, and they tense more as the insane pleasure from touching myself takes over. It’s so much bliss to be fucked by Julian while I touch myself, and my pussy tightens in anticipation of the orgasm that’s surely only moments away.
“Fuck,” groans Julian, his head rolling back on the pillow.
Sweat is running down my forehead as we continue to move together, hard and fast. My fingers move quicker, and in seconds I’m building to another climax, all my muscles tensing in anticipation as sensations build quickly, more and more and faster and faster until I’m coming, calling out Julian’s name as I continue to ride him through my orgasm.
He’s close behind, gripping my hips hard as he thrusts into me, releasing himself and uttering, “Oh god, Lia,” as he does. He pulls me down into his arms, so I’m lying on his hard-beating chest, my head bent down next to his on the pillow.
“I love you, Lia,” he whispers. “I love every fucking thing about you. You’re the sexiest girl in the entire world. And the smartest. And fuck if that wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever felt.”
I’m too exhausted to move. Julian gently rolls me off his chest so I’m lying next to him. He puts his arms around me and pulls me close.
“There are so many things I want to do with you,” he growls into my ear.
“We have so much time to do them all,” I whisper back. And it’s true. I suddenly feel like the world is wide open for us. For the two of us. Together. My heart soars at the knowledge that this time, nothing is going to stand in our way.
"Lia." Julian pulls me out of my sleep, his warm hand gently shaking my shoulder, his breath on my cheek.
"Julian?" I open my eyes, the bedroom dark around us. It's not morning yet. "What's going on?"
"Come with me." He hands me my sweatshirt—his sweatshirt—and I put it on over my bare skin, huddling into it against the morning chill. He's in a pair of pajama pants that ride low on his hips, showing off those magnificent abs, that V of stomach dipping into his pants. He sees me checking him out and grins. "Later," he says, raising an eyebrow at me.
He takes my hand and walks me out into the living room where his huge windows, the ones that overlook the lake, are black with night, save for a few glittering lights in the distance.
He doesn't answer, but leads me to the window, where he's set up a blanket on the floor. I sit down and he sits behind me, holding me close to him. "Do you remember in college?" he asks. "When I took you to watch the sunrise at the top of that giant hill?"
I nod. "If I hadn't already been in love with you, the pie would have done it," I tease. That morning, when he woke me up at the crack of dawn in my dorm room to see the sun rise, he brought along some of my favorite pie from my favorite Sal's.
"Maybe I have pie today for you too," he says.
"Stop."
"If you're good…"
"Julian! Don't tease me! I don't joke about pie. Ever."
He laughs, a low rumble, and gets up. In a few minutes he returns with a huge slice of chocolate cream pie on a plate and a mug of coffee.
"Just one?" I ask. "Where's yours?"
"We're sharing."
"I like sharing with you."
We eat the pie and sip the coffee, and when we kiss he tastes like bitter chocolate. He tastes like forever.
"Watch," he whispers, and we look out to the skyline at the edge of the water, far in the distance. A hint of light whispers at the edges of darkness. Like seeing a painting in slow-motion, the light swells, brushes of pink and orange gradually spreading up and out until the sun appears like a beacon. A sign.
"I love you, Lia," he murmurs, kissing my head.
"I love you, Julian. Literally," I add.
He laughs, the sound happy and low and better than anything I've heard before.
He puts his arm around me, pulling me to him, until our bodies are so close they feel like one. We watch the sun rise over the water, spreading color and light and beauty as far as I can see.
THE END
Note: Keep reading for a deleted sexy scene from LOVE (LITERALLY)!
DELETED SCENE
Author’s Note: Here is a deleted scene from LOVE (LITERALLY). I wrote this kinkier scene for Julian and Lia, involving spanking and anal sex. Those aren’t everyone’s kink, so I decided to take it out and leave the book’s sex scenes fairly straight-forward, though somewhat graphic. But I really like this scene, so if you’re interested in reading, here it is:
"I brought you a present," I say as Julian opens the door to his condo to let me in.
"Later." He grabs me, pulling me to him. He hugs me close for a few seconds, and it feels so good to be with him like this, in his arms. So safe. So right.
"I think you'll like it," I whisper as he bends down, our kiss a perfect mix of rough and gentle, desire growing second by second.
"I like every fucking thing about you, Lia." He pulls me into the condo and shuts the door behind us. Then he holds out his hand, a grin on his face, his green eyes glinting playfully at me. "Give it."
Now I'm nervous. I was so sure heading over here that this is what I wanted to do, but now, right here in front of him, doubts are creeping in. Still, I reach into my purse and pull out the leather paddle I ordered online. I couldn’t stop thinking about how he spent so much time in the spanking section of the Pleasure Place in college, and to tell the truth, I’ve had so many fantasies about it too.
Immediately his playful look is gone, replaced with dark desire as his eyes meet mine. I'm scared and embarrassed, but somehow I manage to hold his gaze despite the butterflies swirling around in my stomach.
"So, you know, you seemed really interested in this stuff in college," I mutter, looking away.
"Come here." He pulls me into his arms again. "You look so uncomfortable, Lia. You know I'd never ask you to do anything you don't want to. Right?"
I nod. "I don't know if I want to do it. I've thought about it a lot. Ever since we went to that store in college."
"Oh yeah?" He lifts an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah." I blush.
"And what did you think?" He takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom.
"Um, it made me excited. But scared too."
"That's fucking hot, Lia," he murmurs, pulling me to him. He kisses my neck, biting the tender skin so gently it doesn't hurt, then moving up, caressing my chin with his lips, then my cheek. Finally, I feel his mouth on mine, his tongue forceful, demanding.
He stands back. "Take off your clothes." His eyes are blazing, staring at me with such an intensity my heart kicks up a notch. "Everything except your panties."
"OK." Slowly, I pull my low-cut white sweater off over my head, letting it drop to the floor next to me.
Unspeaking, he gestures at my bra with his chin. I reach behind me, undoing the clasp with shaking hands, then slide my arms out and drop it, too, onto the floor.
"You're beautiful. So beautiful." His words are whispered, a caress on my skin, and I smile back at him. "Don't stop," he demands.
I unzip my jeans and push them off so I'm standing in a pair of tiny white lacy underwear. Julian stares at me for a few seconds, then unbuttons his shirt, but leaves it on, hanging open to reveal his muscular chest, his lean body. I want to touch him, to pull him to me, but I know he has other plans right now. And though I'm quaking inside, I'm filled with desire too. The thought of Julian telling me what to do, of Julian spanking me, makes me wet. I know my panties are damp already. The mix of fear and passion is almost dizzying.
Julian stands there, in his jeans and unbuttoned shirt, holding the leather paddle in one hand. His hair is tousled, evening shadow covering his strong, tight jaw. And his eyes, so vivid and alive right now. He gestures at the bed. "I want you on the bed, Lia. Get on your hands and knees."
Oh. God. But I do it, crawling up onto his gray covers, knowing he's watching me, knowing it turns him on to see me like this. I hear him open a drawer, then close it. And then the bed bounces slightly as he approaches me on the left side. I jump when I feel his hand on my upper back, pushing my top half down.
"I want your ass in the air," he whispers. As I comply, he strokes my back, his hand getting closer and closer to my drenched panties. He cups one cheek of my ass in his outspread hand, squeezing lightly, and then his fingers travel between my legs to the wet fabric. "You're so fucking wet," he hisses, touching me through my underwear. "Your panties are soaking, Lia." He pushes my legs a little farther apart, so I'm kneeling, with my head down on the comforter and my butt sticking in the air, legs spread, exposed for Julian.
"I love your ass," he whispers, moving his fingers from between my legs to caress my butt once more. Only this time he runs his finger slowly between my cheeks, along my crack. I shudder from the strange sensation of being touched there, and he chuckles when I do, then slips his fingers inside my panties. With one finger he presses my asshole lightly, not enough for it to go inside but enough for me to jump, startled, at the way it feels. It's different, and scary, but my clit throbs suddenly, a moan escaping my lips.
"Later," he says, and that promise both terrifies and excites.
A whirring sound surprises me, but as soon as he presses something against my clit, through my underwear, I know it's a vibrator, and immediately I sigh, writhing against his hand that holds the toy.
"You like that." It's not a question. His voice is low.
"Yes," I whisper.
"Hold it in place," he demands. "But outside your panties for now."
I want to feel it against my skin but I comply, reaching a hand back between my legs to hold the vibrator against my most sensitive place, moving it slightly to get as much friction as possible. It feels so good.
"I'm going to use the paddle on you," he says. "I want you to stay in position and keep holding the vibrator where it is. OK?"
"Yes," I whisper again.
"If you want me to stop, just say so. I promise I'll end it immediately if you ask me to. Do you understand?"
"I do."
He caresses my ass again, then moves back slightly. The buzzing against my clit is deliciously torturous, and a moan escapes my lips as I close my
eyes and wait for it to begin.
The first slap of the paddle over my panties is just hard enough to surprise me. It stings, but I know he's not hitting very hard. The paddle falls again, and I jump slightly, the sensation a mix of stinging and warmth I've never felt before. Once more it lands, a little harder, and I moan. He continues, gradually spanking me harder and harder, but the progression from light to harder and the constant stimulation of the vibrator keeps it from being just painful. Instead, pleasure surges through my body, mixed with pain, yes, but so good, all of it, that I want it to keep going. And going.
And it does. I lose track of how many spanks he's given me, but I calculate that only several minutes have passed. Sometimes he slows the pace, sometimes picks it up again. A few times I feel an orgasm building, feel like I could come at any second, and I hold back on the vibrator, moving it away slightly, wanting to hold on to the feeling of just-before a little longer.
Then he stops.
I'm about to ask if we're done, but at that second I feel his fingers grasp the waistband of my panties, feel him moving them down over my ass, pulling them lower, the damp fabric rubbing against my thighs, then off completely. He bends down and whispers in my ear. "Now the spanking and vibrator will be on your bare skin, Lia. Is that OK?"
"Yes," I manage.
"Put the vibrator back between your legs."
I realize I've moved it away while he took off my panties, and I press it back to my clit, moaning loudly as I do.
From behind, Julian finds my pussy, plunging a finger deep inside.
"God," I whisper, the feeling of the vibrator on my clit and Julian's finger probing inside my wet pussy almost pushing me over the edge. He pulls his finger out, tracing my wetness over my ass and down my thigh. "Are you ready?" he asks.
"I'm ready."
This time when the leather meets my ass it hurts more. My panties are off, and he's hitting harder. Still, though the sting is sharp, it morphs into a heat that builds with each spank, that builds with the sensation between my legs, like my entire body is being worked up, wound up, tighter and tighter with desire. I push the vibrator against my pussy and clit harder and harder until, suddenly, I'm off the cliff. I'm free falling. There is blissful emptiness for a sparkling second and then the sensation crashes over me, my body convulsing as I cry out, rocked by the most intense orgasm I've ever felt.