I guess Julian decides to take pity on me because the next thing I feel is his hot tongue on my hypersensitive clit. He moves so quickly that I don’t even have enough time to brace myself for the onslaught of his skilled mouth. He begins feasting on me as he runs his tongue up and down my wet sex. The gentleness with which he was touching me before is gone. I asked for it, and he’s giving it me. My clit is so sensitive I find myself flinching every time his tongue presses down on it. It only takes a few minutes before the orgasm I’ve been longing for rips through me like a freshly lit fuse. It’s hot and burning and leaves a scorched path in its wake. He keeps flicking his tongue over my clit after I come, and I’m forced to push him away and beg him to stop. I can’t take anymore.
“Now you want me to stop? You need to make up your mind, Alexa.” He’s teasing, but he stops. He knows he just rocked my world. He moves out from between my shaking thighs and rolls over on his back. I immediately see an opportunity appear before me, and I take a page from Julian’s book and move quickly to straddle him. He looks up at me, startled and with a burning heat in his eyes. He runs his hands through my hair, and I quickly remember the conversation we had the second night we talked when he told me that he wanted to feel my hair floating across his chest as I was straddling him and making my way down his body. I’m happy to oblige. But first I need to address the protection issue.
“Do you have any condoms? Because I don’t.” And I’m sure of that. I did have some here but threw them away a few months ago after I convinced myself I would never be having sex again. Wow, I really was a mess. I know neither Marissa nor Shannon use them either.
“In my wallet. In my shorts.” He’s breathing hard, and I feel his dick twitching steadily against my sex. I know if I just moved up a little, Julian would easily slide right in. After that orgasm, I’m wet and ready for his long shaft. I think he knows it too and lays very still, waiting to see what I’m going to do. I can tell by his expression, if I let him, he would gladly forgo the condom. But, as much as I want him inside of me, al la natural, I just can’t do it. I roll off of him and walk to the other side of the bed to grab his wallet out of his shorts. He watches me as I move across the room.
“Don’t move.” I issue the order to Julian playfully as I pull his wallet out. He nods his assent that I can get the condoms out of his wallet myself. “I don’t need your help with this. I know what I’m doing, and I promise it will be worth the wait. I’m going to give you what you need.” I repeat the words he said to me just before he unleashed his tongue on me.
I’m rewarded with a big laugh. “I don’t doubt that for a second, Alexa. Just hurry the hell up because now I’m the one who can’t wait anymore.”
“Hmm. Maybe you’ll remember that the next time you think about torturing me.” If I was looking at Julian, I would see the big smile on his face. Instead, I’m momentarily transfixed on the Louis Vuitton wallet stuffed full of hundred-dollar bills that’s in my hand. I also notice an assortment of elite credit cards. I don’t often think about the fact Julian is wealthy. I’m really not that impressed with money. I’ve seen it mess up people’s lives and relationships too often to let it matter much to me. But when it’s literally in my face, it’s hard not to acknowledge how well off he obviously is. I refocus and pluck the two condoms I find out of the little pocket in the back. I put the wallet back in his shorts and turn to him, holding the condoms up in the air triumphantly. I notice he has moved up and is lying in the same spot I was when he went down on me.
As I make my way back to Julian, I decide I’m totally in love with the way this evening is unfolding. We talked, we were open with each other, we’re about to have amazing sex, and I haven’t freaked out. It’s all so normal.
As I climb back on top of Julian, I reach over to put the condoms on my nightstand. In this position, my breasts are right over his face. He takes advantage of this opportunity and grabs them with his hands and mouth and starts to suck on my nipples. My sex clenches tightly, and I feel the familiar stirrings of another orgasm brewing. I think Julian was right when he said my body was made for him to touch. I’ve never responded to another man this way.
I let him suckle for a few minutes before I reluctantly pull myself away. I gently sit back down on Julian and feel his very hard dick press against my wetness. He moans at the contact and lifts me slightly off of him.
“Do that again, and I’m going in without protection, Alexa. I want my bare dick inside of you so bad I can’t stand it. Don’t give me any more opportunities.”
I lift my hips off of him and place my mouth on his. I run my tongue over his soft, full lips and slip it slowly in. He doesn’t kiss me back, which I find hot. It’s his way of giving me control. This is going to be awesome. I start thinking of all the naughty things I want to do to this man’s body as I start making my way down. I move over to his neck and run my lips slowly up and down the side. I nip at his ear and dip my tongue inside. That draws a deep moan from Julian, who’s obviously enjoying what I’m doing to him. I kiss my way down his chest and take a little pit stop at his nipples. His pecs are hard and defined like the rest of his muscular body, and as I run my tongue over the hard, little points, I hear his approval through his soft moans. His eight-pack abs are flexed and sexy as hell. I spend a little time running my tongue over the muscles that prove he spends serious time at the gym. He keeps reaching out and running his fingers through my hair as it floats over his body. I hope this reality is better than the fantasy he told me about when we first met.
“Sí, Alexa, se siente tan bien. I want your mouth all over my body.” Him telling me how good it feels only fuels my desire to please him like he pleased me. I plan on putting my mouth all over his body.
The further down I go, the closer Julian’s penis is to being between my tits. And he knows it. He’s moving his body in a way that tells me he’s trying to facilitate that happening. I press my chest down, and he lifts his hips into me and groans. He makes a few thrusting motions and I think it turns me on as much as it does him. I want him to be thrusting like that inside of me.
I slide back a little and get on my knees so I’m looking down at Julian’s very hard, very erect penis. I’ve reached my final destination. As I slide my tongue up the underside of Julian’s long shaft I hear a deep, guttural groan come out of him. It’s such an erotic, sensual sound, and my whole body tenses in response. I’m spurred on by the noises he’s making and quickly take him in my mouth. I pull him in as deep as I can, and when I lick the pre-cum I find off the soft head of his dick, it sends him over the edge. He reaches down and presses my head down so I can’t pull back. It’s uncomfortable for me because he’s so big, and I can’t help but gag as his shaft touches the back of my throat. He hears me gag and immediately pulls his hands away and tries to pull away from me. I literally wrap my hand around him and make him stop.
“I’m so sorry, baby. You can stop. I didn’t mean to do that to you. You just suck my dick so good that I can’t get in deep enough.”
“Oh I’m not stopping. I’m good. And by the way, I’d appreciate it if you’d just lay there and let me pleasure you.”
His reply comes out in a whisper. “Yes, please.”
I bring my mouth back down onto his dick and resume my blow job. I’m so turned on that he’s so turned on, and I want to give this to him. I run my tongue up and down his shaft. I lick the head. I take him deep and suck hard. I suck softly. I gently massage his balls as I flick my tongue over them. Julian lets me dictate the rhythm for a while, but soon it’s obvious he needs to control the pace as his orgasm approaches. His hips start moving faster, and he’s thrusting harder into my mouth.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop, Alexa. And I fucking want to. But if you’re not okay with that, it’s fine. You. Just. Need. To. Stop.” His words come out jagged and raspy. I’m not going to stop, and I’m totally okay with him coming this way. He didn
’t come in my mouth last time we were together, and I want to taste him this time. I don’t tell him though. I just suck harder and pull him in as deep as I can.
“Alexa. Oh my God.” His words trail off as he totally lets go and releases himself into my still sucking mouth. I taste his salty, warm semen in the back of my throat, and I have to swallow twice to get it all down. I keep my mouth on him until the last kick of his orgasm fades away. Pretty soon he’s pulling me off of him.
“Please stop. I can’t take any more of your mouth. Are you trying to kill me, Alexa?”
“No, just trying to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
“If that’s how I make you feel, then I’m amazing. And by the way, that was way better than what I fantasized about the first time I saw you with your hair down.” I crawl back up and snuggle myself into the crook of his arm. He squeezes me tight.
“Happy to hear I didn’t disappoint you. And by the way, you’re great, a little slow, but great.” I’m totally joking, but when I look up at Julian, he has a serious look on his face.
“I need to savor every second I’m with you, Alexa, in case I don’t get another chance to touch you. I need to memorize you in case you don’t stay.”
Bam! And just like that, we’ve gone from the totally physical to the totally emotional. I squeeze him back while I try to decide if I want to go there with him. I decide to follow his lead. I take a deep breath and force the words out of my mouth.
“I want to stay.” The words come out in a whisper, but they come out.
Julian leans over and kisses me softly. I can taste myself on him, and I know he can do the same. It’s erotic and personal, and at this moment all I want is to feel him inside of me.
“I want you inside of me, Julian.” I speak softly, and my words seem to touch him in an unexpected way. He pulls back and looks at me tenderly. My heart immediately starts to race.
“Say that again, baby. Please.” His voice is pleading, and I’m a bit confused. He can’t be surprised I want him to be inside of me.
“I want you inside of me, Julian.” I repeat myself, not understanding why he wants me to. He notices the question in my eyes and tells me why.
“That was the first time you called me by my name when we were being intimate.” His smile is shy, and his eyes are bright. This is a huge deal to him. And I get it. He always uses my name when we’re intimate, and it means so much to me. It makes me feel connected to him. It makes me feel he really knows who he’s touching. It means he knows it’s me and not just some random woman who luckily ended up in his bed. Right now I feel sad and disappointed in myself. I had no clue I hadn’t used his name like this before, and I certainly didn’t know he noticed, or cared for that matter.
“I’m sor—” Julian shushes me by putting his mouth on mine and doesn’t let me get the word sorry out.
“I didn’t tell you to make you feel bad. I don’t need or want you to apologize. I just want you to keep saying it.”
“I need you inside of me … Julian … now.” My heart swells with more emotion than I know what to do with, and I need him inside of me, distracting me with his body, before I end up saying something more personal than his name. Something along the lines of I love you, Julian.
He reaches over and grabs a condom off of the nightstand. He quickly tears the wrapper open and rolls the condom down his hard shaft. He wastes no time positioning himself between my legs. The size of his body forces me to spread my legs wide, and he’s able to enter me with one hard thrust. He immediately settles into a steady rhythm. I lift my hips and grab his ass as he rolls into me. We fit so well together, our bodies molding together with each movement. I run my hands up and down his back and over his ass, pulling him into me as deep as I can. This is exactly what I wanted. This feeling of his body on mine is so stimulating and soothing at the same time. It really makes no sense. It just feels right.
Julian takes one of my hands and then the other and puts them over my head. He threads his fingers through mine and holds them down tightly. Every now and then, I sense Julian needs to feel dominant over me. I would never in a million years think that type of restraint would do anything other than cause me to panic, but it doesn’t affect me negatively at all when Julian takes control like this. Whether I’m ready to admit it aloud or not, it’s obvious to me my body trusts Julian’s. And I still don’t know for sure, but my heart may not be far behind.
Julian arches his back and continues to roll his hips into me. I have the best view of his body, and I appreciate looking at every inch of it while he gets lost in me. His moves are fluid and rhythmical, and he looks beautiful moving back and forth into me. He catches my gaze in his, and it’s as if a thousand words pass silently between us. I know without a doubt that no matter what happens after tonight, I’m never going to be able to deny the incredible connection we share. He has seen my true feelings, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to hide from him or them much longer.
Because he just came, I’m not surprised Julian is lasting as long as he is. It’s obvious he’s enjoying this, and he seems in no hurry to come again. I’m not so patient.
“I want to be on top, Julian. I haven’t had you in me like that yet.” He shows his approval of my idea by wrapping his arms around me and flipping me so that I end up on top. He’s still inside of me. Impressive. He pulls himself up into a sitting position and leans back against my headboard. He looks at me sensually from under hooded lids. My knees are on each side of his legs, and I’m basically sitting in his lap. He places his hands on my waist and guides me as I begin to ride him. Our faces are inches apart, and I place my mouth on his. We don’t kiss though. Our lips are just pressed gently together, and they slide softly back and forth over each other as they follow the rhythm of our bodies.
One of the reasons I’m anxious to get on top is because historically it’s been the only way for me to have an orgasm through penetration without my clit being touched. Something about the position allows me to come pretty easily. I squeeze my thighs tight against Julian’s legs and clench the whole bottom half of my body as I rub my clit up and down against Julian’s dick. My hands are splayed across his chest, and he has moved his so they’re cupping my ass from behind. He feels me tighten up, and I see he recognizes I’m trying to make myself come.
“I can help with that.” I knew he would only be too happy to touch my very wet sex. He reaches around with one hand and puts his thumb directly on my clit.
I yank his hand away and shake my head. “You are helping. Stay hard, and stay still. I’ve got this.” A look of actual surprise registers on Julian’s face, and for the very first time I think I may have shocked him with my directness. But he does as I ask and stays still. I only have to rock my hips into him a few more times before I feel the orgasm I’m chasing roll through my whole entire body. Each orgasm I’ve had tonight has been as strong or stronger than the previous one, and I find myself wilting into Julian’s chest as the last of my energy dissipates. Julian’s eyes go black as he watches me take my pleasure from him and then feels me fall into him. He’s so aroused that I swear I feel him grow harder. He flips me over again so I’m under him and starts rolling his hips into me. The look I just saw in his eyes as I came made me think he would be rough and fast as he chased his own orgasm. I’m wrong. He’s still taking his time, each thrust deliberate and calculated as he savors the delicious feel of our bodies working together. He continues for just a little while longer before he calls my name and explodes into me. He lays his sweat-soaked body half on and half off of me and closes his eyes as he absorbs the last remnants of his orgasm.
There isn’t a doubt in my mind, or his I’m sure. We absolutely just made love.
I just want to lie there in Julian’s arms and bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I feel like some sappy Hallmark card writer when those exact thoughts pop up in my mind, but it’s really the best way
to describe how I’m feeling. For the first time in longer than I care to recount, I feel 100 percent sated, relaxed, and whole. I wish I could bottle this feeling and share it with everyone. The world would be a much happier place.
Unfortunately, the red light of my alarm clock catches my eyes, and I see it’s already close to midnight. “Wow, times flies when you’re having fun.”
Julian opens his eyes and looks at the clock to check the time. “And that certainly was fun, Alexa.” He’s talking softly, and I can tell he’s tired. I’m exhausted, so I can only imagine how he’s feeling. I think both the physical and emotional events of the night have taken a toll on us.
“Not that you have actually even invited me to stay, but I can’t. I have a really early meeting downtown in the morning, and I need to stop by the hotel first.” I’m crestfallen. I hadn’t asked him to stay, but I was hoping he would. This is probably how he felt when I bolted out of his bed last week. I almost can’t believe how much things have already changed between us. The thought of staying with him last week almost gave me a panic attack, and now the thought of him leaving makes me want to cry. He looks up at me, and I know I don’t need to tell him I’m disappointed. He can see it on my face. He reaches up and strokes my cheek gently with his fingers.
“Por favor, no me mires de que, Alexa. I can’t stand it. I’ll stay if you want me to.”
I want to be selfish. I want him next to me. I haven’t had nearly enough of him. But I realize I’m being really unfair. It’s already late, and if he does stay, it will only be for a few more hours.
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