Prelude: Book One in The Interlude Duet

by Auden Dar

  Stop thinking too much.

  “Lina, you’ve never?” He looks surprised.

  I confess, “I’ve never had anyone you know, before.”

  His face is unreadable. I pour out my confession, “Andrew’s never gone down on me. It’s not that I’ve never wanted it. I … I want that so badly.”

  I want you to eat me, but I have too many hang-ups.

  Gazing up, Julian’s haunting eyes are filled with rapture. “What a fucking fool,” he says, before shaking his head. “I’m not going down on you, darling. I’m going to eat you, savor you, devour your pussy, and you are going to come all over my face.”

  Holy Mother of God!

  Fuck my hang-ups.

  I chew my lower lip for a few seconds before admitting, “I have never come before ... I mean I’ve come … but not with anyone before.”

  Taken aback, he smirks and with a devilish look in his eyes, he says, “Baby, you’ve just made my fucking year.” Reaching for my face, he instructs, “Look at me. I want to see you. I want to memorize your beautiful face when you come. I want to hear you scream from the top of your lungs. And I want to hear you beg for more.”

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  Thank you.

  He continues to kneel before me. With my black sheath dress still on but the hem now up around my waist, Julian slowly pushes my legs farther apart. In a matter of seconds, his mouth is on my lace underwear.

  He stills.

  “Darling,” he utters. He stares up at me as if waiting for me to respond.

  “Please. Please, Julian.”

  Soft lips hit the inside of my thighs with tender kisses gradually moving upwards. He’s going for it. Pushing my panties aside, he strokes my wet cleft with his finger without entering. “You’re so deliciously wet for me.” Umm, dripping is more like it. His lips make their way up to my core, kissing the most sensitive part of my body. Wow. A single finger enters completely, and my head tilts back. I’ve fingered myself, but nothing compares to someone else doing it for me. Torturing me, he pulls in and out slowly, circling with deliberate motions. Pausing, he pulls the sole wet finger out, leaving me empty. I watch in a stupor as he lifts his finger to his mouth, sucking it. “Mmm, I knew you’d be delicious.”

  That.

  Is.

  Hot.

  Picking me up as if I were his bride, he carries me to his king-size bed. My aroused body sits at the edge with my Jimmy Choos dangling. Standing in front of me, Julian’s thick erection strains against his jeans. His long, lean body is strong and muscular, similar to a soccer player’s physique. I want to see every inch of him naked. I exhale. Nervous, I don’t know what to expect. I shy and turn away as he kneels. Taking my shoes off, one by one. He kisses my ankles before making his way up again. With both his arms planted against my hips, we face one another. As he searches my face for any signs, I move forward, whispering in his ear, “Please … please don’t stop.”

  His right hand moves away from my hip, making its way to my thigh and slowly tracing a path that leads him to my thong. “You’re not attached to this, are you?” he asks, gently tugging my black, laced underwear. They’re finally getting the attention they deserve.

  “Umm. No, not at all.” My answer is barely a whisper. In an instant, he rips my thong off me, inhales it, and tucks it in one of his pockets. I swallow hard.

  I move my body a bit, edging my way closer to the middle of the bed.

  “Don’t move too far. I need you on the edge.” His sonorous voice is authoritative, making this unfamiliar longing escalate. I glance down as his strong, large hands open my thighs a bit. Julian raises his head, and his eyes are now focused on mine. “Spread your legs for me. Now,” he commands.

  Ooh, I like being told what to do.

  I spread them, completely exposed. Thank God it’s not a jungle down there. With our eyes locked, there’s no hiding the lust behind them. A brief silence passes before his eyes wander down to my most private part. “Ah, Lina. I know it’s your birthday, but it feels like mine. This.” His fingers lightly stroke my wet folds. “This intoxicating pussy,” he admires, inserting one of his fingers inside me, “is my dessert.”

  I exhale again.

  With his middle finger deep inside me, my inner thighs are given more butterfly kisses. Those tender lips of his slowly make their way to my sex. As his eyes fixate on mine, he slowly puts the pad of his thumb on my clit, circling it. An anxious feeling comes over me when he moves forward, placing his tongue on my cleft while fingering me at the same time. Sweet Baby Jesus! Nothing could have prepared me for how amazing this feels. The sensation of his hot mouth on my core is incredible. When his tongue dips inside me, my body feels like it’s floating. This is HEAVEN. The man I’ve fantasized about moans while he devours me, and I turn into putty.

  Putty.

  Moving his lips away, he stretches me with two thick masterful fingers.

  Oh. Dear. God.

  I have never felt anything like this before. He settles his thick fingers inside me, torturing me as he massages my inner walls. Everything in me tightens, and without a thought, I squeeze his digits, and this sensational rush starts to come over me. My hips move forward. My back arches as his mouth replaces his fingers. Julian wasn’t lying; he’s savoring me with his tongue. The moaning sounds that escape his mouth are music to my ears. Licking from the base to the top, slowly. Suddenly stopping, Julian flattens his masterful tongue on my clit before sucking on it with such ferocity that fear comes over me.

  What am I supposed to do?

  Sensing my anxiety, he tilts his head up. “Come back to me. Baby, relax. You’re fucking beautiful. There’s no one else here. It’s just you and me. Just let go.”

  I suddenly realize that not only is my most intimate part revealed, but I am also emotionally exposed and don’t know how to embrace this new feeling. I’ve never been so vulnerable with anyone before. “Julian, please turn off the light.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I feel uncomfortable. I feel so exposed.”

  Staring up at me, he says, “Darling, I want to see every inch of you. Your pussy is delicious, and I’ve waited so long. Baby, please let me enjoy you.”

  Breathe, Lina. Breathe.

  The man I’ve spent weeks masturbating to wants to enjoy me.

  Julian pulls me closer, hooking my knees over his broad shoulders. Gazing back down at my sex, he continues to flick his tongue on my clit vigorously as I hold on to the sheets. Dear God, is he making figure eights with his tongue? Suddenly, my sensitive bud is being sucked really hard as he moans, making all the nerves more susceptible. His tongue assaults me, fucking me wildly, licking all my juices all the while my legs tense. A sensation rushes through my body. It is stronger and more powerful than the last, overriding my fear. Unable to control myself, I let out a scream, “Yes … yes, Julian, oh, Julian … God ...”

  One word.

  Wow.

  I just had my first orgasm with someone.

  My body feels foreign to me. My legs continue to twitch and I can’t seem to come down from this high. The first person to ever make me climax peeks up. Traces of my orgasm appear on his full lips and chin. Damn, that’s sexy. My thighs are damp from the remaining juices. Julian slides down, slowly licking it before moving up again to sweetly kiss my sensitive and grateful sex.

  “You’re going to come again.” Is he kidding me? I don’t know if my body can handle another intense orgasm. Just coming with someone is a feat in and of itself. Before I can protest, Julian’s incredible mouth is on me again. He moans as he continues to rub my ultra-sensitive clit with the pad of his thumb and licks my cleft all over again. His tongue is deep inside me. Thank you, God. That relentless tongue is confident, skilled, and furious as it proceeds to my clit … again. God help me. It’s so sensitive I can barely handle the touch although it wants it more than anything. I squirm, and he instantly stops. Lightly but forcefully holding my thighs d
own, he says, “Remain still if you want to come hard.” He licks his lips again like he’s getting ready for his last supper. “I want to taste you again.”

  Two fingers enter me, crooking and massaging me. Oh, my God. Using a come hither motion with his fingers, this talented lover hits the elusive tender G-spot. Ding! Ding! Ding! Another unexpected sensation comes over me. This time, my toes start to curl.

  What’s … what’s happening to me?

  My body begins to tense again, and my breathing becomes heavy. It’s a strange feeling that leaves me worried. My chest tightens. I’m about to have a heart attack. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. My body has become possessed. I am about to come all over again, and this one seems more intense than the previous one. Oh my God, oh God. If I’m having a heart attack, this is the way to go. I have never felt like this before and I … I … I shut my eyes.

  “Open your eyes,” he commands in a voice so rough. “I want to see them when you come. I want you to watch me lick all of you.”

  With difficulty, I open my hooded eyes, and the sight of Julian worshipping my core drives me insane. Devouring me, from base to top, side to side, while his digits are playing with me. His thick fingers are no longer gentle but pushing in and out forcefully, almost punishing me. It’s painfully good. His fingers escape, and then it’s just his beautiful mouth on me. His tongue takes center stage, doing wicked things to me.

  Forget modesty.

  My ass raises, my pussy grinds so hard against his lips. I grab a fistful of his hair. My back arches, and I begin to convulse. Tilting his head up, he watches me come undone. Incapable of controlling myself, I gaze into his piercing eyes and cry out, “Oh God … I’m coming … yes, Julian, yes … don’t … don’t stop.” If New York City didn’t hear me a few minutes ago, they certainly heard me just now. Tears of ecstasy roll down along the side of my face. My heart beats at a crazy, unfamiliar speed, and I feel like a tsunami wave just crashed through my entire body.

  Nope, not a heart attack, just pure, adulterated pleasure.

  I am Jell-O. My whole body is Jell-O.

  All I can do is grin.

  All I see are blinding stars.

  Studying the face of someone who had the most wonderful orgasm, Julian licks my flavor from his lips. “You have the most delicious pussy. I could eat you all night.”

  That might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.

  Exhaling for what seems like the hundredth time tonight, I whisper, “Oh, my God, Julian! That … that was mind-blowing.”

  “Mind-blowing, huh?” He chuckles. “Baby, we just got started.” He called me ‘Baby’ again, and I am … ecstatic. He places my exhausted, Jell-O-like legs back down. I barely have the energy to sit up. He pulls himself up to meet my eyes, before gently removing my black dress and unzipping the back. It is only then that I am reminded I have never felt so naked even with a dress on. I move my body to help him remove the dress completely. Peeking up, my eyes lock with the most amazing eyes I will never tire of seeing. They say you can tell so much about a person just by looking at their eyes. And with Julian, it’s quite evident. He’s the most tender, generous, passionate man I have ever known. The only man who has ever given me an orgasm.

  He’s the man who has already rocked my world tonight.

  Forty-Two

  We’re in the middle of his bed. Lying next to me, we stare up at the ceiling as he gently takes my hand and kisses the palm. Our bodies turn and face each other. With tenderness, his fingers caress my tangled hair, my nose, and my flushed cheeks before slowly tracing the curvature of my satiated body.

  I’m about to close my eyes when Julian asks, “Lina, why do you want to hide?”

  “It’s not hiding, really. I’m just nervous, and I’m uncomfortable.”

  “Do I make you feel nervous? Uncomfortable?”

  “Yes and yes. Look at you. You’re perfect. And …”

  “And what?

  “I’m not,” I solemnly admit.

  He searches my face, and I’m unable to read his expression. What did I just do? Moving his body down, I remain still. He begins to savor my super-sensitive sex all over again, slowing traveling up to my belly and then my lips. When he claims me with his mouth with such tenderness, a part of me wants to cry. He doesn’t tell me I’m perfect. Instead, he shows me with his possessive mouth.

  A wave of passion encases me. Even though Julian has yet to enter me, I’ve never felt this close to anyone before. When our kiss ends, he slowly takes me by the hand, lifts me from the bed and leads me to the floor-length mirror against the white wall. Bashful, I am now naked in front of the mirror and him. Julian stands behind me with my naked back firm against his sweater-clad chest. Leisurely, he strokes my hair before placing his mouth against my ear. “Lina,” he whispers before wrapping his arms around my grateful body−before holding me close to his heart.

  A few long minutes passes by as we remain in front of the mirror.

  Julian disentangles himself, allowing his large hands to cup both my breasts. Circling my tender nipple with the pad of his thumb, he says, “See how beautiful they are?”

  With one hand fondling my left breast, his fingers walk lazily along my soft belly before resting inside my sex. “This delicious pussy is mine.”

  I love that he’s possessive with my girl.

  Excitement and paralysis appear at the same time. Grinding against my naked ass, I feel his enormous erection behind me. He lightly tugs at my hair, licking the right side of my jaw. Although I have just experienced my first series of orgasms with someone, my body is so turned on that I don’t even realize he has started to plant kisses down my back.

  How have I not fallen?

  I remain barely standing when a surprising, forceful slap hits my ass. “Ahh,” escapes my lips.

  “I’m going to fuck this juicy, remarkable arse one day,” he says, kneading it and slightly pulling the cheeks apart.

  Oh. My. God.

  I’ve never thought about having anyone … ever … touching me there. But with Julian, the thought is titillating.

  Aroused, all I can do is moan. “Mmm …” This man can do whatever he wants to my body.

  “I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long,” he utters before turning to face my very grateful sex. All these years of neglect, she is finally receiving the attention she’s always craved. His tender lips are no longer tender. Rough, violent kisses touch my excited core. I placed my hands on his shoulders, desperately trying to balance myself on him.

  He studies my face. “What do you want?”

  There is no hesitation. “I want you.“

  “How do you want me?” His voice is deep, rough, and seductive.

  Even though there is not an inch of doubt, I falter, “I … I want you inside me.”

  He takes one of his fingers and carefully slides it in my wet slit. “Like this?”

  “Oh, God … please … I want more than your fingers.” I moan. That feels so good but I want him … all of him. I want every inch of him inside me.

  “Baby, you’re so tight. You need more than this.” He takes his finger out, licking my juice from his skin. “I can’t get enough of you. Fuck, I need to finish what I started earlier.” Before I can gather my thoughts, two fingers are in my cleft gliding in and out. The only sound I can hear is his fingers fucking my wet core.

  I don’t want to wait anymore.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  I’ve been ready for weeks!

  “Yes, please make love to me … fuck me … I want you so badly.” I have never implored before, yet somehow with Julian, begging is naturally easy.

  His Adam’s apple swallows hard. His sapphire eyes gleam. “I’m going to fuck your tight, sweet pussy, and you’re going to come all over me.” His rich voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard it before.

  His hot, filthy words drive me crazy. Wetness runs down my legs, and I can’t help but beg again like a junkie. “Please … pl
ease, Julian ... I want more.”

  “Don’t ever hide from me.” Lifting me, he carries me back to the bed in his strong arms.

  “Lie down and keep your legs apart. All I want you to do is hold the bed.”

  Before I can do anything, Julian’s mouth is on me. After placing a rough kiss on my sex, he confesses, “Baby, I love eating your sweet pussy, but if I’m not inside you in a matter of seconds, I’ll fucking die. I’ve had a hard-on since this morning. I can’t wait any longer.” Although I have been naked this entire time, it finally dawns on me that he is still fully clothed. Standing over me, I salivate as he peels his clothes off. One by one … black V-neck cashmere sweater ... white, crisp shirt … fall to the floor. There is a small trace of hair on his chest, and as I look farther down, I admire the six-pack and the V shape that leads to paradise. After fantasizing all these weeks, he stands before me, absolutely gorgeous. His jeans come off, and his cock desperately tries to spring out of his boxer briefs. My dry mouth waters. I can’t keep my eyes off the large erection that commands all my attention.

  In seconds, his gray boxer briefs are now on the side of the bed along with his black shoes.

  Oh. Dear. God.

  Well-endowed is an understatement.

  His cock is … colossal!

  My mouth hangs open.

  I must look like an idiot ogling him, but I can’t look away.

  Julian Caine is beautiful.

  He’s completely naked. For the first time in my life, naked perfection stands before me. I stare at his long, thick, and very hard erection. Andrew’s big but Julian is … enormous. And now I am completely, freaking scared. For the past few weeks, I’ve wondered how Julian would feel inside me. God knows I’ve been primed for him since we’ve reconnected. But as I gawk in awe at his prodigious length, I don’t know if I can go through with it. That monster cock is going to physically break me! He’s larger than the Jack Rabbit Patti got me. He’s not only long but also ridiculously thick. Like ‘how the hell can I hold him with one hand’ kind of thick. The smirk on his face reveals he has guessed what has been on my mind. Looking down at his own erection, he smiles again. Of course, he knows his manhood is impressive.