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It makes me moan,loud.
I’m rubbing against him, and he scoots down, tucking himself in hastily and tugging my shirt toward my chin. He kisses the length of my torso, lingering on a few tattoos and gripping my cock.
With a delicious wink, he admires me for a moment, then licks me all the way from my balls to my tip, slowly, while maintaining eye contact.
He’s savoring doing this to me. Most people I’ve been with were in some sort of race to get me off as fast as they could, so him taking his time is a revelation.
It feels like affection. Hot, dirty affection.
But I won’t last long, even though he’s lingering, because I’m so turned on. In a matter of moments, I let myself go, emptying into his warm, wet mouth.
Then he grins at me, I tug him up for a kiss, and we lazily make out on the floor.
“We didn’t even make it to the bed.” I laugh. “We barely made it inside my house.”
“That can be round two.”
CHAPTER32
Sam
Okay, having my mouth all over Julian—and then having his mouth all over me—was all I’ve ever really wanted.
I’ve had sex before, of course. I’ve even had what I thought was good sex. But I’ve never had anyone be sopassionatewith me.
“Want to join me in the shower?” he murmurs, still stroking my hair.
An excuse to see him naked? “Sure.”
He pulls me up from where we’re sprawled in the entryway, and before we go anywhere, we shed our clothes, which we’d barely dislodged earlier. When he’s standing next to me without a stitch, he’s so beautiful I forget everything else but him.
“Your tattoos,” I say, reaching out one hand, then pulling it back.
Jules smiles. “You can touch.”
I put a hand on a drawing on his chest, and he holds it in place, his fingers atop mine. I follow his arm up, then notice that he’s moved his gaze from our joined hands to my body. His eyes sparkle.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, then pulls me into him. “I’m so lucky.”
I stand naked in Julian Hill’s beachfront mansion, chest to his chest, hips to his hips, while he kisses me. His hands move to my ass, and he squeezes.
I kiss him back, tasting him, enjoying the feel of him next to me. My dick, nowhere near satisfied, wakes up and twitches. And in response, those famous hips undulate against mine, a slow, sexy beginning of a dance.
“Fuck,” I say as we break apart, panting. “We’ll never make it to the shower.”
He presses his lips together and tilts his head from side to side. “Not sure that would be a bad thing, but I want to see you all wet and slippery.” He takes my hand and pulls me down the hall to a bathroom the size of a boutique. He turns on the water, tests it, and we step in together.
This is a porn fantasy brought to life. Wet, warm, naked Julian Hill in my arms. The shower sluices down his back and torso, making him glisten in the late afternoon sunshine that pours through the large windows.
He holds me low on the waist and starts dancing as he croons in my ear.
I dissolve in happiness.
We soap each other up, and soon we’re both hard, I smell like him—or he smells like me—and we’re both clean.
I tug on his cock. “I want this in me.”
“Then you may have it. Now?”
