Page 59 of The Final Draft

I’m worked up from this foreplay, and I’m reconsidering the wild passion she mentioned in her writing. I could easily make that fantasy come true, and I will. Now, I remind myself, is the time for slow, sensual, meaningful pleasure. She needs to know this is more than a casual fuck for me.

Her hands reach for her panties to slide them down and I playfully pop them. “No you don’t, gorgeous. Trust me.” Her arm goes up and covers her eyes as she gives an irritated groan. I can’t help myself when I chuckle at her frustration.

I slip my fingers around her panties and work them off. She lifts her ass to help, her eagerness getting the best of her. Missing her tender kisses, my lips search for hers as I explore the heat between her legs with my fingers. When I find her clit, the kiss goes from sweet to fuck me in point two seconds. I fucking love how she responds to my touch.

Our kiss breaks when my finger slides into her wetness while my thumb massages her clit. A little gasp escapes her lips. “You like that, gorgeous?”

“Mmmhum,” she purrs.

“Fuck Harper, you’re drenched. Are you turned on for me?” I know what I want, but I need her to tell me what she wants.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Your words had me, and now this is almost too much.” Her hands are all over me, gripping my hair tightly. She’s pulled my shirt out of my pants, and her hands on my skin are a blessing I don’t deserve.

“Why don’t you lie back and give me room to play, gorgeous?” I nudge her knees apart and settle in, kissing the inside of her thighs before my tongue laps at her pussy. She’s so responsive it’s like I have my own cheering section, and I’m encouraged to keep going. I suck her clit and fill her with my fingers. I find that spot, her breath hitches, and she clenches around my hand.

“OhmygodJulian,” she mutters. “There.” Her words fade into a moan that becomes my life’s theme song. A surge of pride, powerful and exhilarating, fills me as I relish in her pleasure. Sure, I’ve satisfied women in bed, but this feels different. It’s more.

“Ride it out, Harper. I’ll give you another, I promise,” I say before my tongue goes back to work. Quitting my day job is a serious consideration because I want every moment of my time devoted to making her feel good. Honestly, I’ve never experienced such deep job satisfaction before.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-EIGHT

HARPER

Julian’s head is between my legs, and as much as I miss his kisses, this is so much better. I wrap my hand around his blonde curls while my other hand plays with my overly sensitive nipple. Actually, everything is sensitive. “Ride it out, Harper. I’ll give you another, I promise.”

My orgasm hits me with such intensity that my back arches and my thighs clamp together, but Julian doesn’t stop. He continues to flick my clit with his tongue until I can’t stand another second. He chuckles when I try to push him away. I’m still coming down. Every inch of my body is sensitive and on high alert. I need a minute.

But he’s not stopping. His kisses come up my belly, and he gives each of my breasts attention, and I almost come again. His pride in his orgasmic accomplishment is pretty clear when he kisses me. I reach between his legs, and he’s hard as stone.

“My turn?” As he said, turnabout is fair play.

“Oh baby, I’m not done with you. I made a promise, and I always keep my promises.” His grin is playful, sexy, and mischievous. The thought of multiple orgasms feels both thrilling and terrifying. I’m not super experienced. Honestly, I’m lucky if I have an orgasm without taking care of it myself afterward. I’m worried Julian may kill me, but oh, what a way to go.

Julian is always thoughtful and attentive, and apparently that transfers to the bedroom. He’s giving me a new perspective on writing sex scenes, that’s for sure. I was way off, but I’ll have to decide how much of him I’m willing to share on the page.

“It’s not fair I’m naked and you’re not,” I whine. In a flash, he pulls his shirt off and tosses it on the floor. OMG. His chest is like a work of art, all hard abs with ridges that are begging to be touched. I assure you, those pictures on the internet were absolutely not airbrushed. His abs and V line are a sinful combination, and my fingers can’t resist tracing his happy trail. I pop the button of his jeans as he nibbles on my earlobe.

“You undressing me is so sexy. I want to bury myself in your sweet pussy and make you come so hard you beg for it again.” His words are raw and needy, sending shivers down my body. My brain glitches, and my fingers momentarily stop. His chuckle lets me know he’s fully aware of what he’s doing to me. When we shed his pants and briefs, I sputter.

“Where were you hiding that? Were you wearing Spanx?” Leave it to me to make a sexy moment awkward.

He erupts into a deep, hearty laugh, causing his stomach to ripple, and his sizable erection to bounce against it. I can’t take my eyes off it. Feeling it underneath his pants was one thing, but seeing it in the wild is beautiful and a little terrifying. With a sexy, fuck-me grin, he stands motionless as I cautiously reach out and wrap my hands around his cock. His girth and lengthwould give my vibrator an inferiority complex. I’m doing the mental gymnastics, trying to figure out if it’ll even fit.

Without giving me time to overthink, he gently places me on the bed and kisses me once more, washing away the awkwardness. He pulls me on top of him, and while he kisses my neck and that spot right behind my ear, I grind on him.

“That’s it, baby. Use me to feel good.” His encouragement is all I need to come again, but this time, I’m energized. I want him. All of him.

He reaches into the nightstand for a condom, and I quirk an eyebrow at him. He said he doesn’t bring women home, so why does he have condoms here?

It’s like he knows my unasked question. “I was hopeful you’d be in my bed,” he answers as he sheaths himself. I hope he can’t read all my thoughts.

He rolls us until he’s over me, his hands sweeping my hair away from my face. I long for his lips. No, I demand his lips, and I kiss him fervently with all my might. I feel his gentle touch at my entrance. He enters me slowly, inch by glorious inch, and I stretch to accommodate him all the way. He fits. We work. I’m grateful my yoga is paying off. My brain is doing another happy dance.

“You okay?” His thumb brushes my cheek and his eyes fill with lust. All I can do is bite my lip and nod. I’m more than okay. I’m filled with ecstasy and Julian’s dick. And possibly love. Probably love. That feeling might be the sex talking, and I will myself not to say it.

He thrusts slowly, his hips rolling in ways that let me know he’s a great dancer because this man can move. His mouth and hands are everywhere on me at once, and when I lock my ankles behind his ass, I’m rewarded with a groan that will play on repeat in my brain forever.

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