“Ah! My God,” I whispered into his mouth. He moaned into mine as he gripped my hips tighter.
“Ay! Conjo! …feels so good,” he groaned.
“Oh!”
“You feel that, baby? Feel how much I need you.” He thrust into me with long, hard strokes.
“Julian…” I panted his name again and again. “ Oh, mmm. I can feel it.”
“Yeah? I can’t ever get enough. Feel like I wanna break you.”
“Ooh, it feels so good,” I hissed. “Do it! Harder,” I pleaded in agony. I pressed my lips to his shoulder, kissing and licking his smooth skin. Amazingly, he drove into me even harder and I bit into his flesh to keep from crying out. He groaned harshly, rolling his hips slowly as he whispered words of lust, love and need to me. Watching the slow, winding motion of his hips as he plunged in and out of me made me weak. His lips nibbled my ear and neck, making me quiver. There had to be another word for the delicious torture he was attacking my body with. Every inch of my core was tingling and on fire.
Julian rode me feverishly, almost violently, taking what he wanted. What I was giving him. Our bodies punished each other with the brutal desire we had built up for so long. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look at him. I could see desire, pain, and heartache in those eyes. That was all I could take. I crashed into release, slipping into a fuzzy state of consciousness. I closed my eyes as the wave of intense pleasure flowed over my body. Lazily, I opened my eyes. Julian was watching me intently, with that look of wonder and slight agony. I reached my hands up tracing his lips, face and settling around his neck. My fingers massaged soft circles on the back of his head and he moaned at my touch. I felt him quiver and jerk and then his cock spasmed inside me as he came with a thunderous roar into the pillow. His hips still rocked and bucked against my pelvis, and he angled his shaft to rub against my clit with each stroke. I place both hands on his ass, grabbing him, while I worked my way to another frenzied release. He whimpered and his body shuddered, and I could feel him growing hard inside me again.
“Fuck me, you make me this hard again.” The slow, steady grinding of his pelvis against mine was mind numbingly exquisite. Words escaped me, but I could hear my own low, guttural moans in between my increased panting. When Julian sucked a tight, sensitive nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue against it, I shattered again. A long, strangled whimper signaled my release and he groaned as he thrust into me furiously.
“So good. So fucking good,” he rasped into my lips. All I could do was smile.
Who knows how long we lay there, breathless and sweaty with Julian still inside me. His hands tenderly explored the contours of my body like this was his first visit. I shuddered with every touch. My skin was set ablaze again. Nestled into my neck, his lips gently kissed and caressed the sensitive skin there. I could feel each of his moans, feel the excitement building in him. The same was building in me.
“It can never be over for me. You have to understand that, mi amor.” His voice sounded tortured and strained. “I love you too much. I feel like you are part of me. Without you, something will always be missing from me.”
Julian raised his lips to mine, and his tears mixed with mine in our kiss. He was making love to my heart and breaking it at the same time. His kisses branded me. His taste, and the feel of his lips where intoxicating to me. All of his words were being backed up in every move he made, and I knew I would never feel this way about anything or anyone again.
Ch 27 Holding On
Explaining the current state of events to Donna and Angel was nearly comical. Angel’s expressive responses were priceless, and Donna’s shock was palpable. After a long discussion over the options they had for the rest of the trip, we decided to go with Julian’s plan. My friends wanted to stay and enjoy the estate. I wasn’t leaving, because I still had to straighten things out with Hector, but I would be staying at the farmhouse. The other choices were either they return home early, or they could head towards the coast and stay at one of the tourist resorts. I knew that wouldn’t fly with Angel, and neither lady wanted to leave me. So we made the best of it.
Julian explained my position to his uncle, who more than understood. Hector was just glad that I agreed to stay and talk to him again, and extended his hospitality to my friends to enjoy the estate as if it were their own. Thankfully, he made himself scarce while we enjoyed his pool and other luxury amenities. The weather was gorgeous, nice and warm in the afternoons with a refreshing breeze each evening. Julian served as our tour guide and took us on daily wilderness excursions where we encountered waterfalls, rare plants and birds. At night we became regulars at Maria’s cantina, dancing into the wee hours. True to his word, he made sure that my friends enjoyed their vacation.
The day before our trip was due to end, we decided to have a lazy day. Julian and I were relaxing in the hammock on his patio when my thoughts took a turn.
“Do you realize this situation affects my entire life? Your uncle is the benefactor of everything I have, my aunt, and Jackie too. I left Miami to find my own footing, but now I find out that I’m just being controlled with nicer rewards,” I said. Julian just nodded his head, continuing to watch Juju, the little puppy he got from one of the groundsman.
“I had no idea. I thought my mother owned the boutique and gave me the financial backing for Club VI. The only thing that’s mine is Echo, and I don’t even want it anymore. I don’t want any of it anymore.” he replied.
“I hate sounding ungrateful, but considering how their relationship affected my past, I don’t want to have anything to do with Aunt V or Hector/Alex. Did you know about his alias?”
“No. I speak to my uncle a few times a year. This is the first time I’ve been to Peru. He lived in Texas for a while before he had decided to leave the states. He was always just ‘Uncle Alex’ to me,” he answered. We drifted into silence for a while, swaying gently side to side. Julian was stretched out, the length of the hammock while I leaned across his midsection. His hands glided aimlessly along my shoulders and back. Juju was wrestling with a Snoopy chew toy. I enjoyed the peace, and wanted my life to return to stable ground.
“I have to fix this. I need my life to be mine. No more secrets, or fear,” I affirmed. Once again, Julian nodded.
“Do you trust me?” His eyes sparkled with mischief, but held enough seriousness for me to take the bait.
“Yes,” I replied with resolve.
“Good. I’ve got a plan for us to put this to an end. First, we will talk to my Uncle. I know he doesn’t mean any harm, and I want you to clear the air with him. Find out as much as you can about your past before you go to Jamaica.”
Then he went on to explain the details of his ‘plan’. I was hesitant at first, of how things would actually pan out, but I was ready to grab the reins. Then we changed to have dinner with Hector. I was anxiousness personified walking into the huge dining room, but one look at Hector’s remorseful expression relaxed me. By the time he explained his motives and intentions, I understood. There was a piece of the story that was missing, but he insisted that it wasn’t for him to tell. I would learn it soon enough. Donna and Angel joined us for desert, choosing to have dinner at Maria’s. The food there was addictive.
We entered the farmhouse, and I wandered to the couch while Julian turned on the soft mood lighting. I admired the sexy swagger of his walk, as he made his way over to the couch and slouched into the cushions next to me. A blanket of uncertainty settled all around us in the silence.
“Are you tired? I know it’s been a long day for you.” He turned his head towards me with his question.
“That’s an understatement Jules, but I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to, but I need to. I have an early flight tomorrow.” I sighed as I stretched my arms languidly over my head and made myself more comfortable on the large suede couch.
Julian sighed in frustration and slid closer to me, resting his head on my shoulder as he took my hand in his. Just the slight touch of his thumb
gliding over my palm in a gentle caress, made my desire spark and dance deep inside. Jesus! He wasn’t even trying to be sexual and I was already reacting to his touch.
“Why don’t you stay a while longer?” His question lingered in the air as I tried to come up with reasons why I couldn’t. More like why I shouldn’t.
“I can’t,” I simply stated.
“Why not?” I knew that was coming.
“I need to get back home and handle some business. Besides, I need to be away from Hector while I sort out how I feel about everything he told me.” I leaned my head back into the plush, cushioned head rest.
“Jade.”
“Julian?”
“Don’t you think it’s safer if you stay here? With Edward on the loose? What are you rushing back to?” His tone was slightly terse as he called me out on my bullshit.
“I’m not rushing back.” I defended.
“So stay. Here, with me, until your trip to Jamaica. You wouldn’t need to stay at my uncle’s house.” The grip of his hand on mine tightened ever so much as he waited for me to respond. I didn’t have one.
“Is it your boyfriend?” The question caught me off guard. I hadn’t even thought of John, well not really.
“No, I don’t have a boyfriend to rush back to,” I replied meekly. Julian twisted his head up, looking at me bewildered.
“Not that I’m disappointed by this news, but more confused. I thought for sure he would have locked you up and thrown away the key after everything that happened.”
“Well, no he didn’t. Things have been really complicated between us. He’s actually been in Cali most of this time. He had some of his own unfinished business to handle.” I couldn’t believe I was telling him all of this, but there was really no point of hiding shit.
“What?” Julian sputtered with pure disbelief, “He left you to handle other business? Whatever. You’re here now, and I want you to stay.”
“I really… I shouldn’t…I don’t know,” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to spend more time with him, but didn’t see the point. I didn’t see the point of rushing home either. Damn, I hate feeling confused.
Julian rolled over and positioned himself with his head in my lap. He slid the arm not holding my hand over my thighs and pushed his elbow into the couch as he rested his head against his hand. Pulling my arm towards his mouth, he brushed his lips across the back of my hand.
“Please, hermosa,” he whispered into my skin.
“Julian,” I sighed in resignation. My thoughts were jumbled but my blood was simmering for him. Julian nuzzled his head against my stomach, placing light kisses through the thin fabric of my cotton blouse. I let out a slow whimper, sliding my fingers through his soft, silky hair. My body shuddered when his hand gripped my hips, his fingers drawing gentle circled patterns.
“Don’t make me beg you. I’ve missed you so much. Just spend a few days with me. Just me and you. I will though, I will beg you if I have to. I’ll do anything,” he graveled in a tone so husky, I felt a brush fire spreading from between my legs.
I closed my eyes and my head lolled to the side as I tried to catch my breath. Trying to deny Julian had never been something I was able to master, and the thought of him begging me to stay did amazing things to me. My brain didn’t provide me with one single reason why I should tell him no. Hello? Is this thing working?
“Baby,” Julian purred as he sat up, straddling me. Each feather light kiss he planted on my neck chipped away at any hope I had of sane or rational thinking. The rest of the world began to fade out of focus and all there was was us. I opened my eyes, hoping to regain some of my strength, but the sight of his intense gaze crippled me further. His strong fingers traced my features and I watched as he kissed each one lovingly.
Thoughts of all our history began to taunt me. Everything that kept us apart, from being able to really examine the potential of a relationship, created a tender aching in my chest. Tears began to stream down my cheeks at the memory of the night we were attacked.
“I… It’s just… so much.” I struggled to express my emotions.
“Jade… All I think of is how I wish there was some way to take all of this away. God knows, I never wanted for you to be hurt. And you were, because of me. Please, forgive me.”
“Please?” The warmth of his breath against my ear as he whispered his plea, set an instant trail of want flowing out from the center of my being. I moaned with intense longing as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer to me.
“Julian… I missed you so much.” I finally gave in, and admitted what I’d been feeling inside for so long.
“Yes… Baby. Yes. Tell me how you feel. I need to hear it,” he groaned. His fingers tangled into my hair as he kissed my neck and sucked my earlobe into his mouth, causing me to gasp in response.
“It hurts. So. Much.” My words came out through my pants for air. All the sadness and longing was being overcome with my intense desire for him. Our bond, whatever this connection was between us was too big to be ignored. It was more than just my body, my soul ached for Julian.
“I know, Bella. I know.” Julian leaned his forehead against mine, using his thumbs to wipe away my tears.
We sat this way for a while, just holding each other. I listened to Julian’s heavy breathing, and felt his heart beating against my chest. I was enchanted with the scent that was only his, underneath the crisp citrus aroma of his cologne; how smooth his skin was under my fingertips, and the softness of his curly strands as my fingers skimmed across his scalp. My body grew hot and flushed from how bad I wanted him.
His hands began to explore the slopes and curves of my body with a slow and deliberate touch that seemed to be agonizingly worse than the unbridled passion I was used to from him. I felt immobilized, not able to resist or struggle like I normally did. There was no resisting this. My fingers clutched at the denim of his jeans, the roughness, helping me to not feel completely lost in this moment.
The hard presence of his desire pressed into my stomach with the way our bodies seemed to merge together. In this position, I was at his mercy. His powerful thighs surrounded me, his pelvis pressed against me, pinning me in my seat. He leaned back, brushing his lips across the skin of my cheek.
Before he could pull away, I gripped his neck, pushing my lips into his. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Julian returned my kiss tenderly, working his tongue against mine with slow calculation. Being with him felt like taking drugs, and I was a dope fiend. Our kiss took on a life of it’s own, and our arms intertwined as we both held on to each other.
Julian’s hands roamed all over my body making my skin burn through my clothes. I slid my hands underneath his shirt, hungry to feel the warmth of his skin. Pushing it over his head, I began to plant soft kisses against his gloriously tanned skin. He returned the favor by making light work of removing all of my clothes.
“I love your body. So beautiful. Do you know how bad I want you?” Julian’s eyes and hands took full stock of my body, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge almost tearing through his jeans. Liquid heat gathered in my pelvis, ready to let loose.
My hands fumbled with his belt and the button fly of his jeans in my attempt to get him fully naked too. He stood up, giving me better entry. Sitting up on my knees, I rested my head against his stomach, loving the feel of him. My hands slid inside his pants and explored the sensual textures of his body. I could feel a groan make it’s way up from the center of his desire for me, before he pulled my head back and leaned down for another passionate kiss. Then he slowly slid down to his knees, kissing and licking a trail on the way down. When his lips gently surrounded and then sucked my sensitive nipple onto his tongue I cried out breathless with a need so strong it shook my body.
“Baby…” Julian responded to my reaction to his touch.
One hand slipped down and spread my thighs, then cupped me, pressing his palm against my heat. Looking down at his face I felt like I was watching a man who hadn’t been fed
for days. He looked like my skin tasted better than anything he had ever tasted. Despite his gentleness, I could feel the tremor of wildness that coursed through him. The primitive need I felt for him kept spiking incrementally as each moment passed. Once he was satisfied with his torment of my aching twin peaks, he then slid his lips lower and lower until he was teasing my slick folds apart with his tongue.
“Damn! Julian,” I moaned in pleasure. His rough satisfied grunts only intensified my ache to be fulfilled. His strong hands snaked their way around my hips and then I was lifted off the couch as he leaned his back down to the plush carpet. Julian placed me on his face, using both hands to stretch me open for his total consumption. I bent forward, digging my knees in, and balanced both palms on the ground in front of me.
“Ride my face, love,” he commanded.
“Oh, Jules!”
I groaned and whimpered as his long firm tongue darted and twisted in and out of me while his soft lips massaged me. I slowly began to work my waist, driving towards the buzz and heat that was ravaging my core.
“Mmm, that’s it, bebe,” he murmured and then went back to his oral magic tricks.
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