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Chuckling at my desperation, he asks, “What? Me coming in my pants or wanting you again?”
“Both.” Pulling away, I grab his hands and move us away from the door. “And the way you growl my name. I love how you call me by my full name. No one else does.”
Julian crowds me, towering over me. God, I love how much bigger he is than me. Holding his hips as he brings his mouth to mine, I kiss him with all the desperation still pumping through my veins. My hands find their way under his shirt, my fingers clutching at his back. The heat of his skin is searing, and I want to feel it against mine with nothing between us.
He takes the hint when I start pushing his shirt up. Reaching behind his head, my eyes catch the flexing of his bicep as he gathers the fabric at the collar and pulls it off. It is so hot and effortless, and I feel a deep ache stirring in my core again when he never takes his eyes off me.
Licking my lips, my eyes rake over his bare torso for the first time. A smattering of hair covers his chest and tapers into a delicious happy trail, disappearing behind the strip of his underwear peeking out of the waistband hanging low on his hips. I run my hands down the grooves of his cut abs, tucking my fingers in his bottoms, holding on.
Julian
She shivers as my hands glide over the exposed skin of her stomach. I’ve made her come twice since I’ve met her and have yet to lay my eyes on her naked body. That changes now.
I sweep her shirt up and over her head, dropping it to the floor. Leena’s hands come back to my waist, fingers playing with my waistband. The sensation of her skin running along my adonis belt and stomach, tickling my happy trail, has me grinding my teeth. Now that I have her, I want to take my time. To savor her.
Slowly, leisurely, my eyes rake over her chest. Her perky tits are full, pebbled nipples barely concealed by a lacy white bra. Cupping the underside of both breasts, I delight in their fullness. Rubbing my thumbs over her nipples has her gasping and arching into my hands. “Your tits are so fucking pretty in this lace. Teasing me, begging me to suck on them.”
Falling to my knees at her whimper, I squeeze and firmly hold them before I take a puckered peak into my mouth. Laving my tongue over the lace, I pinch and roll her other nipple. I could worship this woman forever.
I fully intend to worship her forever.
Groaning at the way she pushes her hips forward, I hold her ribs and kiss my way to her other breast. Trembling when her fingers run through my hair, nails scraping my scalp, I pop off her tit, looking up into eyes that are much closer than when I’m standing. Her pupils are dilated, only a dark ring of green visible.
My fingers fumble with the button of her pants, but I eventually slip it free and pull the zipper down. Watching her bite her lip, I pause to ask, “Is this okay?” At her nod, I slip my hands inside and run them down the back of her thighs, taking her pants with them.
Gliding my hands back up her smooth legs, clutching her firm thighs right below her ass. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I press my nose to the juncture of her thighs and inhale. My eyes roll back and my mouth waters at the musky feminine scent I want drenching my beard.
Holding her hips in a bruising grip, I push her backwards and follow the few steps on my knees to the bed. “Be a good girl and lay down. I need to taste you right now.”
“Oh, god,” she moans before falling on the edge of the bed, flopping onto her elbows.
With a jerk, I open her legs. She’s wearing these light blue and white striped panties, panties that would normally beconsidered cute, but—fuck—on her are so sexy. Seeing them damp from her arousal and how they cling to her pussy lips has me feral for her.
I rub my thumb over the damp material, feeling her desperately clench at nothing, searching for some relief.
Grabbing the material at her hips, I wrench them down. She has a neatly trimmed patch of hair but is otherwise bare. Her glistening cunt is pink and swollen. Leaning in, I thrust my tongue inside her.
She cries out as I plunge in repeatedly, savoring her taste as I swallow every bit of moisture I can gather on my tongue. Leena’s fists in my hair hold me to her, thrusting against my month. I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her shaking legs open. Dragging my tongue up, roughly circling her engorged clit. Her broken sobs of pleasure when I suck it into my mouth has my throbbing cock leaking precum.
“There! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”
Doubling down on sucking her clit, I also twirl the tip of my tongue around it. A gush of wetness floods my face as she bucks her hips and moans her release. I continue working her through her orgasm until her legs relax and she slumps back on the bed.
With one last savoring lick, I pull back. Grinding my erection to the side of the bed, I can’t help but be pleased to see my beautiful girl satisfied.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Julian
With her legsstill slung over my forearms, I pick her up and drop her further up the bed. Kneeling between her thighs, I drop down and bury my face in her neck.
Inhaling the sweet perfume of her skin mixed with the scent of her wetness in my beard makes my cock ache, which I try to ignore. But when her arms wind around me, I involuntarily thrust my hips against her core.
With a contented purr, she runs her hands up and down my back, then stops at my waistband, trying to push my shorts down.
“Off,” she demands.
Pushing up into a plank over her, I smirk. “Not satisfied?”
