The One

by Danielle Allen

  “You’re going to have to stop kissing me like that,” Julian groaned lightheartedly as I pulled away.

  I giggled and started opening the gift.

  “This is for you to write down all of the poetry inside of you,” he whispered, fingers toying with my curls.

  Seeing the small, brown leather notebook, I glanced up at him and let the flood of emotions wash over me. I flipped through the blank cream pages. “It’s beautiful.” I choked the words out while hugging my gift. I let out an overwhelmed breath. “That’s really sweet.”

  I put the notebook on the end table beside the wine glasses and then reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Standing on the tips of my toes, I rested my cheek against his chest. He pulled me so that I was flush against his body. As he moved his hands over my back, somehow his fingers wound up underneath my t-shirt, stroking my bare skin. His movements were purposely slow. His fingertips brushed the waistband of my leggings, causing goosebumps to explode over my skin. I was instantly wet from his light touch.

  My entire body was on fire from his fingers stroking my skin. It made me think how hot he would get me if he stroked me elsewhere. That thought alone flipped a switch inside of me as I slipped my fingers into his short hair, tugging his head back slightly.

  The way his grey eyes flashed and bore into mine, it was as if he could see the sexual nature of my thoughts. I took one shaky breath after another as I tried to slow the flood of emotions I felt. I slid my hands down his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist to see if I could get him closer. While I went down, he went up, running his hands up the side of my body until his hands were around my neck. The sexual tension only intensified.

  I didn’t come here for this, I thought, feeling him hardening against me. But God, I want it.

  “Zoe, we should stop before things go too far too fast,” he breathed, staring at my lips.

  I licked my lips slowly. “You’re right.”

  If anything, our grip on each other tightened.

  My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Our faces were just inches apart, but I knew if we kissed in that moment, it wouldn’t just be kissing. It would’ve evolved into something else entirely. We teetered in that space, incrementally closing in on one another and then retreating. That tortuous back and forth sent shivers down my spine.

  “We should stop.” He swallowed hard and I watched his Adam’s apple move. He dropped his forehead to mine, making it harder for me to breathe. “But I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you.”

  “Julian,” I moaned breathily, my voice barely above a whisper.

  He groaned in response.

  The desire in the deep guttural noise rendered me speechless. The knowledge that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him and the feeling of his hands around my neck was a heady combination.

  “And I want all of you, Zoe. I want your mind. I want your soul. I want your body. God, I want your body.” His eyes closed as his thumbs caressed my jawline. Our noses brushed together when he opened his eyes again. “But I will wait for it. If you give me your mind and your soul, I’ll wait for the rest. I—“

  My mouth crashed into his, interrupting his sentence. All of the pent up sexual tension between us exploded. We kissed each other hungrily, urgently. His tongue played with mine in a way that made me long to feel it all over my body. That thought alone gave me chills.

  As the kiss intensified, we pulled each other closer, moved against each other harder. It took everything out of me to pull away from his lips just long enough to pull his shirt over his head.

  As soon as the cotton barrier was gone, I allowed myself a mere thirty seconds to take in his shirtless state. Taut muscles in his chest and abs, broad shoulders and well developed biceps were on display. I drank him in and briefly glanced at the half sleeve of tattoos on his arm.

  Damn. And I thought he looked good with clothes on.

  It was apparent that Julian thought I was taking too long to return to our kiss as he tilted my head so our mouths could find each other again. I let my hands play over his muscles, feeling the ridges of his chest and the definition in his arms.

  My rational mind shut off and my carnal needs took over as my hands dropped lower and lower down his sculpted abs. Untying the cord keeping his sweatpants in place, I let the material slack on his hips before I ran my hand over the length of his hardness. I only opened my eyes when he broke the kiss to let his head fall back. The low groan that erupted from him when my fingers wrapped around his sizeable girth and squeezed caused my entire lower body clench deliciously.

  I let go of him to remove my own t-shirt. As soon as the shirt was over my head, Julian’s mouth was on me. He parted my full lips with his tongue and kissed me hard and deep. I wrapped my arms around him and returned his kiss with just as much power.

  Grabbing me by my round ass, Julian picked me up, sliding me up his body. The placement forced his cock to lodge itself right at the apex of my thighs. I could feel how hard he was and I knew he could feel how hot I was. That only turned me on more.

  Placing my feet back on the ground, he trailed kisses from my lips across my cheek and to my ear.

  “I let you have the shirt,” he grunted, gripping my hair, tugging on my tight coils, exposing my neck. “But you’re going to let me take every other piece of clothing off of you.”

  I squeezed my legs together in want as I let out a mewling noise, nodding my approval.

  Twisting me around, he nibbled on my collarbone as he used one hand to unhook my black lace bra. Slipping his fingers underneath the straps of my bra, the light material easily slipped down my arms and to the ground. He ran his hands down my arms as he trailed kisses down my spine.

  Light feathery kisses sparked instant goosebumps in their wake as he reached my leggings. Hooking his fingers into the waistband, I felt his breath tickle my skin as he took his time stripping the material down over my ass. He stripped my G-string down slowly.

  “Fuck…” His low growl gave me chills as he uncovered me completely.

  The feelings of the damp lace material peeling away from my skin caused another round of chills.

  “Lift,” he demanded, helping me out of the rest of my clothing. “Lift.”

  Running his hands up my smooth legs, Julian massaged my thighs and hips. When he was fully standing, he pulled my ass into him and I instantly rotated my hips, grinding on his dick. He sucked in a sharp breath and flexed his fingers into my full hips. He dug in, holding on tight as I continued to move against him. The feel of his dick strained against the cotton material, spearing my ass, was too much for me to resist.

  Turning around, I watched as his eyes devoured my naked body. I took distinct pleasure in the worshipful way he salivated over seeing me completely bare for the first time. When his eyes traveled back up and locked with mine, I reached out and pushed his sweatpants and boxer briefs down to the wooden floorboards. He stepped out of his clothing and his grey eyes darkened sexily.

  Unable to resist, my eyes traveled from his handsome face to his hard cock that bounced solidly as he closed the gap between us. My lips parted as it seemed as though he was throbbing right before my eyes.

  Good God, I thought as I reached out to touch him. He was hot, heavy and throbbing against my palm. I was impressed and completely mesmerized by him.

  “It’s not too late to slow this down.” Julian’s pained whisper called to something deep inside of me.

  “Yes, it is.”

  Before the words had a chance to settle between us, Julian kissed me roughly. The passion that emanated from the kiss set me ablaze. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tip toes in an attempt to get his cock to rub the exact spot. His hardness speared me just below my belly button and I had to physically restrain myself from dropping to my knees and sucking him off.

  With my eyes closed, it allowed me to just feel what he was doing and anticipate what he would do next. Julian grabbed a fistfu
l of my hair and tugged my head back. With my neck exposed, he trailed feathery kisses from my nape to the sensitive spot behind my ear. When he got to my earlobe, he nibbled and sucked gently. It was so sexy, but the throbbing between my thighs competed for attention against the sensuality of his actions.

  Drunk off of desire, I opened my eyes woozily as I felt him press his forehead against mine. He backed me up until the back of my legs brushed against the leather couch. Then he kissed me again, harder, deeper.

  When he pulled away, he stared into my eyes and my breathing faltered. His fingers found my nipples and he gently pulled and twisted them before allowing the wet heat of his mouth to suck each one. I moaned loudly as his mouth alternately covered each nipple and flicked them with his tongue.

  When I felt like I would scream from being teased, he kissed down my belly, dropping to his knees. He nuzzled his nose against my skin and inhaled deeply.

  “I’ve been fantasizing about the way you taste since I met you.”

  Before his sentence was complete, his fingers had already found the most sensitive part of my body. He slowly stroked me. He looked up at me, watching my face as he moved over my wetness. I moaned, letting my head fall back.

  “Sit down,” he demanded softly.

  My body was under his control and I was splayed on the couch before I knew it. His finger had found its way back against my clit, before dipping inside of me, causing me to rotate my hips against his movements. His actions would’ve definitely put me over the edge, but he slowed down, keeping my orgasm just out of reach.

  ”You like that?” he whispered as his mouth joined his finger.

  I purred as he added another digit, hooking upward into my g-spot. With his tongue alternating between flicking and sucking my clit, I felt myself tipping over the edge. My stomach quivered and my thighs started shaking. I came. I came hard. I came loud. Pleasure radiated from my clit and shot through my entire body as he continued to pump his fingers, extending the ride.

  When my body finally trembled for the last time, I tried to gather my thoughts, but all I could hear was my heart racing.

  “Wow…” I breathed as I continued to be frozen in the contorted position on the edge of the couch.

  For a second, my eyes wouldn’t open all of the way. Peeking through my lashes, I moaned in satisfaction. I heard Julian’s sexy chuckle as he kissed up my belly, between my breasts and up my neck. When his lips finally returned to mine, we both moaned hungrily as I could taste myself on his lips. My arms wrapped around him as we shared sloppy, passionate kisses.

  His kisses were the energy boost I needed as I sat up, never separating our lips. I pulled out of the kiss, letting my lips hover over his as I gazed at him.

  “Sit on the couch,” l murmured, sucking on his bottom lip.

  After a minute of feverish kisses, he rose to his feet. Unable to help myself, I kissed and sucked the head of his dick. He growled so loudly, I startled. Pulling off of him, I licked my lips and waited for him to sit down. He just stood before me, stunned. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped two times, sucking him into my mouth again.

  “Sit down,” I repeated sexily as I climbed to my feet.

  He sat down and I maneuvered myself in front of him, he eyed me hungrily. Reaching up, he ran his hands down my chest, over my breasts. He stopped momentarily, pulling at my aching nipples. I bent at the waist to allow him to put one in his mouth.

  “Mmmm,” I sighed as he massaged my heavy breasts.

  His hands continued down my body until they rested on my hips. He gripped them firmly before moving to my ass. He squeezed each cheek before massaging his way up and down the back of my legs. Palming the back of my thighs, he pulled me closer to him, kissing the length of my pelvis, from hip bone to hip bone.

  “Julian…” I moaned, aching for him.

  “I love to hear you say my name like that. Say it again,” he demanded roughly, biting at my rounded hips.

  “Julian…” I repeated softly, sexily. His reaction fueled my desire.

  Groaning, he removed one of his hands from the back of my thighs and stroked himself. I watched his hand move up and down his shaft. I watched his thumb swipe across his saliva soaked head.

  My breathing became increasingly labored as the seconds ticked by. Feeling empowered by my effect on him, I pushed Julian’s shoulders and he allowed himself to be rocked back.

  Looking down at him, I ran my hands over my body, watching him watching me. The way his eyes, hands, and mouth worshipped me over the course of the night turned me on to the point that my wetness was starting to coat my thighs. I spread my legs and played with myself as he watched.

  His grey eyes glinted with unbridled lust as he said, “I want to be inside of you. I want to stretch you out and make you mine. I want you so bad it hurts.”

  Climbing onto the couch, I placed each leg on either side of his thighs. His hands went from my breasts to my hips and held on tightly. I waited until I felt him so overcome with want for me that he was slowly trying to thrust upward. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I let myself go.

  I sank down onto his swollen cock. With each inch, he filled me, stretching me, connecting with me. The sheer pleasure that erupted from my core weakened me as I came instantly. I grunted and struggled to keep my eyes open as I squeezed him deep inside of me.

  Julian grunted a string of expletives, but I only barely heard what he said due to the fact that my heart was pounding and I was crying out.

  “Fuck, Zoe. I almost came.” His breath was coming out in harsh gusts. He held me in position, not allowing me to move. “You are so fucking tight.”

  Gently, I lifted myself up and down in his lap.

  He grunted from deep inside his chest. “Fuck…and wet.”

  I was still tender from my unexpected orgasm so I had no problem moving slowly. Raising myself up unhurriedly allowed me to feel every vein and ridge. I felt like I was experiencing every single inch of him inside of every inch of me. My heart skipped several beats and my stomach fluttered from more than the burning desire between us. It was more than that. And I knew it the moment our eyes met.

  With one hand on my hip and the other palming my breast, he guided my movements. He held my gaze as I rode him. The tenderness gave way and everywhere our bodies were connected, I was on fire. Allowing the rhythm to build, he watched me grind down on him. I felt sexy and wanted which made me ride him harder as I moaned his name repeatedly.

  I bounced on him, making my ass clap against his thighs. He grabbed my hips tightly and started thrusting upward. His breathing was ragged as he continuously hit a spot so deep inside of me, I felt my third orgasm coming on.

  After a minute, Julian rolled us over, keeping himself inside me. With one of my legs over his shoulder and the other around his waist, he repositioned himself over me. He continued thrusting, but this time in long, hard strokes. In the new position, I was submissive. Allowing him to control the tempo and not knowing what was going to happen next turned my nipples into stiff peaks.

  He leaned down and suctioned his warm, wet mouth on them, intensifying every feeling he was giving me.

  “Julian,” I whimpered, feeling the third orgasm build.

  “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he grunted before increasing his speed. “Say it again.”

  When our lips found each other again, we moaned in unison. Hitting that new spot deep inside of me, I clenched tighter, causing him to groan loudly.

  “I feel it, baby…I feel you,” he grunted against my mouth, as he drove himself into me harder with each stroke. “You want to get off again…and I want to get you off again.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “Let me know when you want me to pull out.”

  My mouth fell open and my toes curled. Hearing his words, his knowledge of my body, and his desire was accelerating my impending orgasm.

  Without warning, Julian got rough, ramming into me hard. I could hear my wetness each time he slammed into me, triggering a new wave of pleasure i
nside of me. I barely heard him murmuring about how good I felt when he reached between us and used his thumb to stroke my clit. That pushed me over the edge.

  My head tilted back in ecstasy as pleasure took over and I had no control. My pulsating body arched violently. Crying out, I tightened and convulsed around him. His muscles, slick with sweat, flexed in response. My orgasm spread throughout my body as I writhed beneath him.

  “Oh God,” I panted through sloppy kisses. My body was still shaking.

  “Tell me when,” he grunted into my mouth as he kissed me with wild, reckless abandon. “Fuck, I…can’t hold it.”

  I was so turned on by him, by my body’s reaction to him, and by the depth of my feelings, I murmured back to him. “Don’t pull out.”

  His strokes and his breathing were erratic and I wasn’t sure if he heard me or if he wanted clarification. His kisses were a mixture of unrestrained hunger for me and for the release he’d been chasing. “Where…do you…want it?” He moaned as I felt his solid balls connect with my skin with each, deep thrust.

  “Inside me,” I answered honestly.

  Deep guttural groans ricocheted around the room as Julian increased his speed seeming to hear what I said that time around. The new pace caused an aftershock of sorts as I started to spasm, extending the mind blowing pleasure that pulsed through me. Seconds later, Julian exploded inside of me and my trembling body went limp.

  Overwhelmed, emotionally exhausted, and thoroughly fucked, I blacked out.

  I eased out of my unconscious state, the sound of violins swirling around in my head. My body felt warm and my muscles were tight. I heard the steady thump of a heartbeat and I knew I was on Julian’s chest. Inhaling, I smelled a sweet and salty mixture in the air.

  Chocolate and sex.

  Opening my eyes slowly, I saw the candles flickering and the rose petals. Beyond that, I saw the dusky sky full of stars. I felt like I was dreaming.

  Julian had his arm around me, writing awkwardly. I lifted my head an inch off of his chest and his focus shifted from his notebook to me immediately.