Page 50 of Deadly Sights

His response shocks me into stillness. “I’m standing naked in front of you and the reward you ask for isn’t sex? Have you tired of?—”

“I could never. You are incomparable. Being inside you is almost as necessary to my sanity as being able to watch over and protect you.”

“Then why?” I wave my hand in front of my body.

“Because I’ve waited over twenty years and I still haven’t experienced having you to myself for a whole night.”

I close my eyes as the sweetness of his need washes over me. “That is definitely within reason.” I open my eyes to see him rise from the chair, so I forestall him. “But, you have some more work to do, because I need to feel you inside me, to taste your screams as you come, to look in your eyes as pleasure breaks…” Verbalizing all the ways I want him causes my core to clench in anticipation.

“I’m here for you—” Julian kneels “—My queen.”

Fuck!Does Julian know how seeing him this way affects me? Inside, my body stages a revolt at the calm I exert over myself when all I want to do is lay him out and make him forget his name. But if I do anything now, I’ll come before he does.

Instead, I position myself on the bed and spread my legs to show him the state of my arousal. “Strap up and get to work. My pussy can’t fill herself, and my dick is looking awfully lonely over there.”

Julian jumps up to follow my commands, his eagerness matched by my need.

When he joins me, I pull his head to mine for a filthy kiss, full of tongue and teeth, licking and biting and sucking. He nudges the head of his dick along my clit, toying with the bundle. But I’m too impatient to play around. I wrap my fingers around him and position him at my entrance.

Without further direction, he enters me, stretching me. The slight burn sends endorphins throughout my body as he continues to fill me and touch places inside me I can’t; at least not without toys. But no toy compares to the hot flesh between my thighs pulsing with life.

“Nadira…” he moans into my mouth, and it’s as delicious as kissing him after he’s eaten chocolate.

I clench my walls, and he moans again. I fist his hair and pull him away from the kiss. “Fuck me, Julian. Tonight I want to see how many orgasms it takes before you get soft.”

“Yes, my queen.” He thrusts inside me. Controlled. Powerful. Amazing.

“You fuck me so good, you know that?”

He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes. “Keep saying stuff like that while I’m inside you and I won’t last.”

“Look at me.” I wait until he meets my gaze, then I rake my nails down his nape, freeing his hair, and gently scrape around to his chest. With our sights locked on each other, I twist his nipples. “Then don’t try.”

He shudders, his eyelids droop to cover all but the tiniest sliver of his eyes, and he groans from his gut. “Nadira…” He presses his forehead against mine.

Our closeness allows me to see every desire-cloaked brown and golden shard in the tiny glimpse of his irises.

I twist his other nipple, delighting in his reaction. A tremor passes through me as well, and it’s not solely from his dick game. How is it Julian’s pleasure magnifies my own? His every gasp and moan, the tiniest quiver that tells me he is closer to an explosion, they’re all gifts offering me endless delights and unimaginable pleasure. I reach around and grab his ass, soaking in his powerful thrusts as he flexes his globes. “Give me what I want, Julian.”

His body shudders, muscles contract, and his movements become more erratic, signaling his oncoming orgasm.

I raise my head to meet his in a kiss as he opens to scream his release into my mouth. I swallow every delightfully tortured note, feeding on the music of his soul while he empties himself into me.

He slumps over me and I push him on his back, groaning at the emptiness as he withdraws from my body.

“That’s one,” I say.

To give my body time to cool down, a way of self-denial, I remove the condom covering his erection and take him deep intomy throat. God, he feels and tastes so good. I lick and bob on his dick, cleaning his emissions and slobbering over him because he’s so mouthwateringly good. No night is complete without satisfying my hankering for his dick.

“Fuck, Nadira, I’m going to come again.” He gasps and clutches my shoulder without pushing me away.

I rise long enough to glare at him. “And your point is what, exactly?” I grip his shaft and stroke in a firm up-and-down motion.

“Did I have one? I forget.” He throws back his head and covers his face. His stomach clenches and releases in a faster and faster dance, a foreshadowing of another climax.

When his body seizes and shudders, I proclaim, “That’s two.”

I caress his chest until his breathing normalizes. The moment I deem him ready, I straddle him.

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