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This time, he thrust slowly until he came inside of me. We cuddled after and he kissed me on the lips. Julian slept from exhaustion from love making. I slept to the sound of his breathing.
Chapter 7
A New Love
“Wake up, sleepyhead.”
I woke up to the sound of Julian’s voice, feeling the warmth of the sun on my bare skin. I opened my eyes and squinted. Julian had opened his curtains. His windows were all glass, and I could see the ocean view.
“I missed the sunrise.”
“I let you sleep in. You looked exhausted.” Julian was already in his boxers, standing by the foot of the bed and carrying a tray.
“Well, after last night, I should be.” I smiled.
Julian set a tray filled with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and coffee on the bed in front of me. I sat up but I was still sleepy.
“I didn’t know what you wanted so I cooked everything.” He kissed me on the lips.
“You’re so sweet, Julian.”
“What do you want to do today?” He looked so handsome, with his disheveled hair and unshaven jaw.
“Let’s explore the island.”
“We can do that. Where do you want to go?”
“Just show me around,” I suggested. I cut the pancake with the fork and ate a piece. It tasted like a restaurant-quality pancake. I ate the bacon with my hands. The egg was sunny side up, which I liked.
“Do you like the food?”
“This is good. I feel spoiled.”
“In my house, you’re the princess.”
“You’re not going to eat?” I invited him to eat his food. At first, he declined but soon caved in and bent down to take a bite of the bacon.
“I’m going on a brief run. I’ll just have this protein shake,” he said. “Feel free to use the bathroom and take a shower.”
“Okay.”
I was still naked, but I felt comfortable walking around with no clothes on. After finishing the breakfast and coffee, I took the tray downstairs to the kitchen. Being a nice houseguest, I washed the plate, the fork, the knife and the mug. Then, I went to the pool area and inhaled the ocean breeze. It was around 7 a.m., and the sun had gotten brighter. I allowed myself to just take in the spectacular view. I took a deep breath before I went back inside to use the bathroom.
Julian’s bathroom was enormous. He had a tub and a walk-in shower with a big round shower head. The floors were marble so it was cold to walk on my bare feet. I took a warm shower and relished the water on my skin. Julian had shampoo and conditioner, which luckily, had a neutral scent that wasn’t masculine and overpowering. His body wash had a masculine scent though that smelled good on Julian but not on me. I used it anyway. He had clean, unused white towels, and I toweled myself dry. I wrapped it around myself before stepping out of the shower.
I heard Julian’s footsteps and turned around, and there he was, standing in front of me, perspiring from his run.
He was looking at me with the same intensity as last night. He stepped closer to me and took off my towel.
“Take a shower with me,” he said and started taking off his clothes.
It wasn’t even a suggestion; it was an order. He kissed me on the lips, and we walked in his shower. He gently pushed me against the wall with my back to him. Just his kiss was enough for me to get wet. So when he entered me from behind, I was already slick that it was easy for him to slip inside me. With a few thrusts, I was in ecstasy again. This time, he started rubbing my clitoris, which made me even more moist. I was dripping. He pushed against me with such force, I started giving out a yelp.
“Are you okay?” He stopped what he was doing.
“No, it feels good. Please push harder. I want it rough.”
That was his signal to pump even harder and harder, faster and faster, until he came into me. I climaxed with him. I felt my insides pulsating with pleasure.
