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Ibrought my lips to Julian’s, just barely brushing them.
“Show me how much you love me,” I whispered into his mouth.
Julian’s arms tightened around my waist almost painfully as he closed the gap between us, capturing my lips in a fervent kiss.
His tongue swiped for entrance and I parted for him, letting our tongues tangle.
“I’ll show you,” he murmured into my mouth. “Hold on.”
With my legs around his hips and my arms clinging to his shoulders, Julian hefted me up from the sofa and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down softly on the bed and hovered above me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. He tucked my hair behind my ears and away from my face. “Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
“It has nothing to do with luck,” I told him. “It has everything to do with you. The person you are. Kind and thoughtful and patient. You make it easy to love you.”
His eyes turned glossy again as he buried his head in my hair and tugged me to his chest. His hands roved all over my back, my sides, my stomach, my ass. He touched every inch of me, as if he were a starving man and my body was the only thing that could quench his thirst.
Before long, he began to tug at my clothes.
“This needs to come off.” He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I lifted my arms to help him. He unclasped my bra and threw it to the floor. My jeans soon followed as he undid the zipper and peeled them down my legs.
He trailed his lips down my thighs and calves as each inch of skin was revealed until he was nuzzling the instep of my foot. I yelped and jerked my foot away.
“Still ticklish?” he chuckled under his breath.
“Come back up here,” I said, reaching out for him.
He took a moment to pull off his own t-shirt, baring his firm chest to my gaze, before taking my thighs in his hands. Being careful to avoid my feet, he urged me to spread my legs so he could crawl between them. His solid weight came to rest on top of me, legs tangled, our naked chests crushed together. His length was filling out, a noticeable bulge against my hip even through his jeans.
I reached down for his zipper, but he took my wrist and pinned it to the bed beside my head.
“Keep it there,” he whispered in my ear.
He nibbled on the lobe and pressed his lips to the underside of my jaw. That was the beginning of his slow descent of kisses down my body. From jaw to throat to collarbone to chest, he placed sucking kisses and quick nips of his teeth, covering my entire upper body with red marks.
Then he went lower, kissing my belly and the hollows of my hips. Hot, wet desire made itself known between my legs.
He dipped his tongue in my belly button. I squealed and flailed. He hummed in amusement, then continued his path downward.
He reached the elastic of my panties. They were no hindrance as he mouthed at the fabric and pulled them down my legs with his teeth. His lips came achingly close to the one spot on my body that was crying out for him. He bypassed it, making me groan in disappointment.
Once my panties had been tossed to the floor next to my bra, he slithered his way back up, giving my inner thighs the same attention he’d given my upper body. I was going to be covered in marks and bruises tomorrow and I didn’t care in the slightest.
His lips and tongue climbed higher and higher. I spread my legs wider, opening to him. I wanted him to see how wet I was, wanted him to see the proof of my desire for him.
His breath caught as he glanced up from lavishing attention on my skin.
“So fucking ready for it, aren’t you?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I need you.”
“I’ll give you everything,” he promised. “But first—”
Like a striking snake, he darted forward and sucked my clit into his mouth. I shouted at the shock of it, at the pleasure. He used his lips and tongue to play with me expertly, until I was bucking my hips and panting for release.
“Julian,” I groaned. “I’m so close.”
